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These Violent Delights

Chapter 10 - Smoke and Mirrors

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 7.4k words. People are hiding some very big secrets... if that's not obvious already...

CW: MDNI +18 explicit content a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (scenting, heats), vomit, throwing up, Non-consensual drugging, mentions of past abuse, smut, masturbation, brief mentions of blood, angst, assault.

AN: Can you tell I'm bad at summaries?

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You’re in the lab. It’s early again. It’s getting exhausting. Today you were here even earlier than normal though. It’s about to be the weekend which means staff come in earlier to make sure they’ve got everything done before they go home. Dr. Miller seems tired too. He has late nights in the lab and early mornings with you. You’re pretty sure he’s looking forward to a break too.

“Here,” he says, sitting down in front of you with a plastic cup of what looks like water. The hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

“What is it?” you ask, swallowing the lump in your throat away.

“It’s going to stop your body from producing your omega scent. Or at least that's the idea,” he says, shrugging and writing something down on his clipboard. He watches out the corner of his eye as you drink the solution. It doesn’t taste of anything.

“So what now?” you ask.

“Nothing. We’ll come back in the evening. I'll take some blood, and we’ll see if it worked or not.” You nod standing up off the stool. You’re overwhelmed with dizziness. Your hand goes to the back of your neck. Why does this feel so familiar, it’s like déjà-vu.

“It’s okay.” Dr. Miller's hands rest on your shoulders. “It’s easier this way. You won’t remember anything.” You try to turn but you can’t. Black spots appear in your vision as your body slumps against him. You feel sick as he guides your body to the floor. Then everything goes black.

You wake in pain, stiff and cold as you look around the room. You’re in the medical room again. You hop off the bed and pain travels up your side. You pull your shirt up to see if there is anything there. Nothing. You walk to the door, your head spinning. You make it to the steps, still aching.

What happened?

Maybe you passed out again. You’ve been feeling weird lately, tired and strangely weak. It’s been days since your heat ended, you should be feeling fine. More than fine.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Dr. Miller makes you jump as you make it to the bottom of the stairs. You turn to him not knowing quite what to say.

“I’m worried about you not eating properly. This is the second time I've tried to take blood and you’ve passed out,” he says. He looks worried. “Maybe I should talk to Dr. Piper about getting some tests done.”

“No,” you say quickly, holding your hands up. “She already has so much to worry about, I'm fine. I just haven’t been sleeping well and I should eat more.”

“Okay,” he sighs, but you can tell he’s not happy about it, shaking his head as he sits back down on a stool. You rub the back of your head as you walk to the door. You’re being a bad omega. You need to take better care of yourself.

You don’t need Dr. Piper to worry. She needs to focus on the cure. You walk into the cold morning air. It’s so cold that you can see your own breath. You’ve never seen that before. It makes you smile as you pull your arms around you, crossing the green.

The sun has just come up in the sky bursting through the clouds in shades of pink and orange. You take a second to enjoy it before walking into the barracks.

“Been for a walk?” Simon asks. He’s in the kitchen by the kettle again. You smile and nod at him.

“You shouldn’t be going out so early, especially now that it’s getting colder. You’ll catch a cold,” Dr. Piper says, still in her PJ’s, almost bullying Simon out the way so she can reach the coffee machine. You nod, walking in and closing the door behind you.

“Cup of tea?” Simon asks. You look up at him shocked that he's asking you. You don’t think he’s ever asked you before. You open your mouth to say yes then you’re hit with a wave of nausea. Your hand flies to your stomach and you swallow the saliva filling your mouth.

“Are you okay?” Dr. Piper frowns at you. You go to nod but panic rises in you and before you know it you’re sprinting into the bathroom. The first toilet you see you throw yourself over heaving into the bowl. You hear Dr. Piper come in behind you, her scent strong in the air as she grabs your hair pulling it out your face. Your head is throbbing as you continue to vomit until there is nothing left but bile. Dr. Piper rubs your back as quiet sobs leave your throat.

“You’re okay, deep breaths,” she says. You wait until you’re sure you’re not going to be sick anymore and then sit down, sweat dripping down your face. You see Simon in the doorway, and you feel heat running to your cheeks. Dr. Piper turns to take a glass of water from his hands.

“Want me to get Price?” he asks.

“No,” she says before you even have time to shake your head or reply. She passes you the glass of water and you use it to swill your mouth out.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead.

“Fine,” you say, the adrenaline fading from your system making you feel tired. Dr. Piper hums.

“What did you have to eat yesterday?” she asks. You try to think. There was the pudding that you didn’t like, but Johnny ate like 3 of them and he’s fine. You hope.

“I can’t remember,” you say. She sighs standing up and offering you her hand. You take it standing up. Your head is still spinning. When you walk out to the common room you can see Johnny is up now sat at the table with Simon. You smile at him as Dr. Piper leads you to your room. She helps you change and get into bed. You want to tell her you’re fine, you’re capable of doing this yourself but you have a feeling she wouldn’t have it.

You let her do what she needs to do, leaving the room quickly while you’re getting comfortable in bed, she comes back with a glass of water.

“I promise if there is anything bothering you, or anything going on you can tell me. Or tell John, tell your alpha.” She’s looking at you like she’s pleading with you. You don’t know what to say. Should you tell her about passing out after you had blood taken? Maybe you’re sick and that’s what's happening.

You look at her worried face. You don’t need to give her more to worry about.

“I know, I’m okay though. I think I must have eaten something,” you say. She sighs. You can tell she doesn’t quite believe you, but she doesn’t push you any further, just turning to leave the room.

“Get some rest. I’ll come and check on you later,” she says, closing the door behind her. You take a deep breath in closing your eyes. You just hope you’re right and it is something you ate.

You’re in the lab. You’ve been dreaming about the lab a lot recently. You’re with Dr. Miller again, and he’s making you smell q-tips.

“What about this one?” he asks, shoving a q-tip under your nose. It doesn’t smell of anything, only when you look down it’s not a q-tip any more. It’s a cloth, the next thing you know the cloth is being pushed into your nose and mouth. He wraps his arm around your face and everything goes black.

You wake strapped to the exam bed in the medical room. You see Dr. Miller with a scalpel in his hand just like before. The room is dark, and he’s wearing a surgical mask. You look down and you’re shirtless, you feel embarrassed being so exposed. There’s pen markings on your body. You start to panic as Dr. Miller moves to the side of you. You fight the restraints but it just feels like they get tighter making your hands and feet go numb.

“It’s okay, it’s easier this way,” he says. His voice sounds harsh in your ears. You can see him smiling under the mask. He brings the scalpel down as you try to wriggle away. Pain shoots up your side, a burn worse than anything you’ve ever felt before. You scream and thrash. Dr. Miller brings the scalpel to your face. It’s dripping in blood, your blood. You feel sick.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” he spits through gritted teeth, his alpha strong in the air. You can only follow his instructions; you're in too much pain, too tired to fight. Before you know it black spots appear in your vision. Your last thought is about how much you let John down. Then everything goes black.

Dr. Piper's mind is preoccupied as she reads through the email she has written up. She’s supposed to be sending it to Professor Hale, breakdowns of everything she’s been working on and the results. It’s the first contact she’s had with him since she left the base.

She wants to lie. She so badly wants to fake everything, but she wasn’t in the mood for the consequences. Her mouse is hovering over the send button at the top of the email. She just can’t bring herself to do it.

She has too much to worry about, the cure, her lab being bugged, and now there is something going on with the omega.

“Working late?” Simon’s voice reverberates in the silence making Dr. Piper jump up in her seat, a yelp leaving her throat.

“Christ Simon. What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice coming across more hostile than she means it too. He walks into her office, closing the door behind him. He leans against the wall crossing his arms.

“How is she?” he asks. She knows he’s talking about you.

“She’s fine. It could just be stress, it could be a lot of things. Kyle and Johnny have been keeping her busy,” she says, running her hand through her hair.

“Are you worried?” he asks.

“About what?”

“The omega. The bugs,” he says, shrugging. She looks at him shocked. He knows about the bugs. Of course he knows about the bugs. He’s John’s lieutenant after all. Panic rises in her and she looks around the room almost wanting to shush him.

“Don’t worry this room is clear,” he says. She lets out a sigh, relaxing into the chair, a little smile on her lips. John already told her they weren't going to look for the bugs. Simon went out his way to clear this room.

“I’m not worried about her. She has a strong pack around her,” she says looking back at the email. She should just send it. She’s being stupid.

“What are you working on?” he asks, moving over to her desk.

“Nothing, it’s stupid. It’s everything I needed to send to Professor Hale.” He looks over at the email. He hums reaching over her and clicking the mouse, pressing send. There’s a swoop and the page changes.

“Simon!” Piper pushes him out the way, clicking her sent box. Why was she panicking? She's been procrastinating all day, reading it at least a hundred times.

“I wish I had the option to never speak to Hale again,” she says, huffing and leaning back in the chair.

“Yeah, well he never tortured you all his life did he,” he says as he leans back on the wall. That one stung. She sighs, shaking her head and crossing her arms.

“Are you ever going to forgive me?” she asks, looking straight in his eyes.

“Why do you need my forgiveness?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m a narcissist.” There’s bitterness in her voice.

“Yeah well. We’re all a little bit selfish,” Simon says, looking at her. She sighs, opening her arms back up. She’s not supposed to be arguing with him.

“Price wants her to help with a training exercise tomorrow. Think she’ll be up for it?” he asks.

“More scenting stuff?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. He nods. “She should be fine.”

“Do you think she’s in danger?” Simon asks her. She can hear the concern in his voice, and she can hear something else too. If she didn’t know him, she would think it was fear.

“I think she has a strong pack around her,” she repeats, it’s not up to her to say.

“Would you give your life for her?” he asks.

“Of course,” she says without hesitating, hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Why is he asking this? Has something changed? He’s not saying anything, maybe he’s trying to see if she’s lying or not.

“Do you think she’s in danger?” she asks, making sure her voice doesn’t falter. He stands up from the wall turning to look at her.

“You said once that she will never be safe until Professor Hale is dead. Now he’s breathing down our necks. It’s the closest he’s been since we rescued her,” he says. She gets it now. John doesn’t think there’s any danger, but Simon disagrees.

“She has 4 SAS soldiers around her almost 24/7. Hale doesn’t stand a chance.” She smiles hoping it will reassure him. Of course you will never be safe until Hale is dead, but rifts in the pack are just as dangerous. If you think you can’t trust them, if things start drifting apart, if they start drifting apart it could be devastating.

“How do you feel? Now the omega’s been claimed,” she asks.

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway. She’s Price’s omega now.” He turns like he’s going to leave.

“Simon,” she sighs. He stops turning his head slightly. “We can look into other things, maybe even double claiming. It’s never been done but it could be possible.”

“She trusts Price—”

“She trusts you all. You don’t have to be so hard on yourself. You’re important to her too,” Piper interrupts him, getting up out of her chair. She lets out a sigh. He’s closing up again. He doesn’t need to. He’s still standing there.

“You saved her life, you’re part of her pack. It won’t take much. Talk to her.”

“She’s John’s omega,” he repeats and reaches for the door handle.

“She’s your omega too,” she tries but she watches as he presses down on the door handle leaving the room. She waits listening for the door to the lab to close before letting out a breath and sitting down. Maybe two alphas in a pack couldn’t work. No . For your sake at least they have to make it work.

You were happy when the next morning John asked if you would help with a training exercise. You assume it was going to be more scent training but instead he leads you to an empty barracks building. John tells everyone to wait as he takes you through into the building.

You go upstairs into one of the furthest rooms and see a chair set up in the middle of the floor. It makes your breath catch in your throat, in the dark it looks intimidating. John turns on a light and you can see what looks like bombs round the bottom of the chair. At the back of the room there’s a table with a laptop.

“It’s not real is it?” you ask. John chuckles, shaking his head. He walks into the room.

“Now you can say no, but I would really like to try something. I want to push them to make sure they can act under pressure.” You nod following him as he gestures for you to sit down in the chair.

“I want you to be scared, or more make them think you’re scared. Can you project a scared scent?” You watch as he walks back in front of you with zip ties in his hands. That alone makes you nervous enough.

“I can try,” you say.

“Good girl. Let's have a safeword. I’ll be watching, if you need to stop for whatever reason you say that word and it’ll stop, understand?” he asks, you nod.

“Purple,” he says.

“Purple,” you repeat. He nods, smiling at you.

“I’ll tie you up now. Don’t worry, it won’t be tight. It’s just important that it's realistic.” You nod as he bends down, tying your ankles up to the chair legs. Panic seems to rise in you even though you know it's fake. That's good though, the more you actually panic the easier it will be to project a realistic scent of fear. John stands up going behind you. He takes your arms gently tying your wrists together, then against the chair. It’s uncomfortable but that's the point. He walks back round into the doorway.

“Ready?” he asks. You nod at him. He hits the lightswitch in the room leaving you in the dark and closing the door.

You’re alone in the dark with your arms and legs tied. It’s all too familiar to what you’ve been through before. You remember the times in the bunker when you would be tied to a chair like this. Normally it was because you were misbehaving. You would be left in the chair, force fed, tortured. This position always reminds you of water, and you’re not quite sure why.

The dark, the memories. It all feels a little too real. You hold on to that feeling, letting the fear wash over you projecting it out into the air. It feels like you’ve been sitting for ages. A shiver runs up your spine. You don’t like this. Maybe they’ve forgotten about you, maybe this was a test for you? More panic rises as you try to keep your breathing steady. Sweat is building up on your body. You can’t even hear them. If they were close you would be able to hear them.

Maybe they have forgotten about you.

You swallow hard, moving your legs and hands. The zip ties seem tighter all of a sudden. John said he was only doing them loose. You can’t get out of these. You can smell your own fear in the room now. Your eyes fully adjust to the dark but you can’t see much. The room is pretty empty other than the fake bombs at your feet that have been beeping louder and faster.

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath.

“ It’s not real, it’s not real ,” you whisper to yourself. You hear noises, they sound distant. You squeeze your eyes closed tighter trying to focus on the noises. Is it them? Your mind goes to Dr. Miller for some reason, why did your mind go to him? It comes in flashes, and there’s a stabbing pain in the back of your neck. You want to move your hands to rub it but you can't. You start to squirm all of a sudden. It's real fear running through you now. You don’t know who’s coming through the door but you know it’s no one good.

There’s a bang, your eyes fly open and you stop struggling. There is definitely someone close. You’re holding your breath listening to the voices, but in your panic you don’t recognize them. It could be anyone.

The door crashes open. Light from the hallway floods in. You look away, blinking from the sudden change in brightness. You’re shaking, and it's real fear. The light in the room comes on and you see Johnny, Simon and Kyle spill in.

“Hey lass, what’ve you been getting up to?” Johnny asks, smiling as he lets his weapon fall from his hands. You want to relax but you can't. You look at John leaning in the doorway, his gaze low. His nostrils flare as he breathes in your fear. Johnny’s cutting the ties round your ankles. You hear Kyle typing on the laptop behind you.

“Hey Soap, check this out,” he says. Johnny gets up off the floor, his fingers quickly running over the fake bombs by your feet. The ones you swear have gotten louder with all the passing time. Johnny moves leaving your hands still tied. You look at Simon who looks more intimidating in his full black uniform and mask. You keep forgetting to ask him why he wears the mask. Right now you don’t care, you just want to get out of this situation.

You look in his eyes, dark and moody, burning into you. His body seems more tense than usual. You look at the massive weapon in his hands, his finger resting by the trigger. Surely that’s fake too.

“Hey lass, so we need you to stay nice and still okay?” Johnny says as he comes back round to stand in front of you taking what you assume are wire cutters out his vest. His tone and phrasing makes you freeze, you nod your mouth hanging open. He bends down to the floor looking round the fake bombs.

“What's going on?” you ask. You don’t like how quiet Johnny has gone and you’re too scared to move.

“Oh nothing, you’re just sitting on the trigger,” Johnny says, looking over at you still smiling. You look up at John in the doorway. You don’t remember seeing anything on the chair. For a second you forget the bombs aren't real, right now this feels real. Your fear is real.

“Hey,” Johnny says, pulling your attention back to him. “It’s gonna be fine.” You don’t know what to do, you just stay still. You see Simon move to walk behind you. You almost follow him until you remember you were told not to move.

“Do this a lot?” you ask, trying and failing to hide the shakiness in your voice. Your eyes fall back to John who’s stood up straight in the doorway now, his arms crossed, eyes flicking round the room. It makes goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. This will be tough for him too, his omega in fear.

“Abso-bloody-lutely!” Johnny chimes. That makes you relax a little. How can he still be so happy-go-lucky right now? You wonder if it’s because he knows it’s fake. Or maybe he is like this all the time. You try to watch him working. Every now and then he looks back up at you smiling.

“Soap!” Kyle says. Suddenly the beeping gets faster.

“What did you do?” Simon’s voice calls from behind you, and there’s an edge in his voice. You’re holding your breath. Something is wrong. Even a second of panic washes over Johnny as he looks over at Kyle who has come to help him now. They’re both talking to each other making their way round the chair.

“60 seconds,” Simon says. You hear Johnny curse under his breath. You swallow hard.

“Triggers on a delay,” you hear Kyle say next. Johnny looks at him quickly then back at you.

“ Christ , this whole thing is a mess, what amateur set this up?” Johnny asks quickly.

“30 Seconds,” Simon says. Your heart is thumping so hard in your chest you can hear it in your ears. You look up at John. You can’t tell if his expression has changed as he’s watching them work. His arms still crossed, shoulders tight.

“15,” Simon says, and the smell of fear hits you hard and fast. That’s not your fear. You look down at Johnny.

“10.” You’re counting in your head, it feels like the seconds are going quicker.

“Got it! Got it!” Johnny says pulling something up off the floor, a seconds later the beeping whines and stops.

“Could you have cut that any closer?” Kyle lets out a sigh standing up. You watch as Johnny smiles at him, winking and putting the wire cutters back on his vest. You’re still holding your breath as you feel Simon cut the ties behind your back. Your arms swing by your side. Your body is shaking. You bring one of your wrists up rubbing it.

“I’m telling you, whoever made this is an amateur,” Johnny says looking round.

“Save it for the report,” Simon says walking back around to your view.

“C’mon lass, let's get you out of here.” Johnny throws his weapon over his shoulder and offers you his hand and you take it. You step over the mess of fake bombs on the floor. Before you can make it to the door you feel Johnny scoop you up by your knees and back, picking you up in his arms.

“Johnny!” you yelp, giggling as he presses you uncomfortably against his chest. Last time you were held like this, Kyle was carrying you out of the bunker.

"Pretty hostages get the princess treatment,” he says. You giggle, heat running to your cheeks as he carries you down the hallway.

“What about everyone else?” you tease him.

“They get thrown over LT’s shoulder,” Johnny replies. You look over his shoulder at Simon talking with John as Kyle walks behind you. Kyle smiles at you as Johnny puts you down just before the end of the hallway. You look down the hall. John and Simon are still talking.

“Did I make a good hostage?” you ask. The smile seems to fade from Johnny’s face. Kyle too. Maybe that's not something you should be asking. Before Johnny could respond, John calls over to you all. Everyone turns, walking back down the hall.

“Good job, I want full reports,” John says. You hear Johnny sigh as Simon crosses his arms. You tune out their protesting. John catches your eye, and there’s something on his face, something you’ve never seen before. Maybe you didn’t do a good enough job. It makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You go back to listening to Johnny and Kyle.

“Any questions?” John says finally wrapping up the conversation.

“Who set the bombs?” Johnny asks.

“Some demo guy from Shadow Company.” Price says.

“Ah that explains it,” Johnny says, nudging you.

“Put it in the report MacTavish,” Simon says, nodding behind him. Johnny chuckles and follows Simon to the end of the hallaway. You go to follow after them but John grabs your arm. You stop looking up at him. He pulls you into the room, maybe a little too hard, closing the door behind you. He bends down in front of you placing his hands on your shoulders.

“You okay?” he asks, his eyes wide. He looks scared. His breathing picks up as he looks around your face. You frown at him, and you nod your mouth feeling suddenly dry.

“Say it, I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m okay John, I’m okay.”

He nods letting go of your shoulders. It’s fear you see in his eyes. You can smell it in the air too, fear and worry. You throw yourself at him squeezing him as hard as you can. His arms wrap around you and you breathe in his scent, projecting yours for him. You can hear his heart pounding in his chest. He’s scared . You’ve never seen him scared before. He kisses the top of your head, and you break away from the embrace.

“Go catch up with the others. Keep them company while they write their reports,” he says. He seems to have calmed down now. His thumb brushes your cheek, and you smile back at him, nodding. You go to leave the room, quickly looking back to see him take his hat off running his hand through his hair. Maybe he’s the one who needs to do some training. He kept it together though, all the way to the end.

You make your way down to the hall the same way you remember watching everyone leave a few seconds earlier. The door to the stairwell is open and you walk down the first set of the stairs when you hear it. It sounds like someone breathing heavily, exacerbated almost like they’re struggling to breathe. You slow down, holding your breath. You peek around the next set of steps and you see Simon.

He’s stood in the stairwell, his back to you bracing himself on the banister. His breathing is heavy, his back bobbing up and down as he tries to get a lungful of air. You can smell him in the air, his alpha strong and something else.

Fear.

You step around the corner, swallowing your nerves. You take another step down, before you make another step he turns around. The bottom of his mask is pulled up over his nose and mouth. You freeze, swallowing the lump in your throat. It feels like the seconds are lasting for hours. Your knuckles go white as you grip the banister.

“I’m okay Simon,” you say. You can't falter now, you need to be confident. He looks at you as you take another step down. Maybe he’ll flee, but he hasn’t yet. He’s standing there. His eyes are soft, kind. You take another step and reach out for him, and you expect him to flinch, to back up. He doesn’t. He reaches out for your hand, his gloved fingers touching yours. You smile at him, lacing your fingers between his.

“I’m okay,” you say. He takes a step towards you, his eyes scanning round your face. Your heart is thumping in your chest. You let him squeeze your hand. You want to hug him and tell him it’s all okay. Maybe John pushed them too far. The betas would be fine but alphas smelling your fear—it’s hard on both of them. They’re your pack. You should have gone easier on them.

Simon lets out a long breath, letting go of your hand. He reaches up and pulls his mask down. He turns to walk away.

“Simon, wait,” you call, jumping down to the stairwell with him. You don’t know what to say, and you feel like anything you say he wouldn’t listen to. You just go up to him, throwing your arms around him from behind. He waits a few seconds before he turns around and you drop your arms. His hands land on your shoulders just like John had done before, holding you at arms length.

“You’re John’s omega,” he says as a matter of fact.

“You’re my alpha too,” you say back to him. You mean it. He’s your pack. Who says you can’t have 2 alphas?

“John claimed you,” he says.

“You’re part of the pack, that makes you as much of my alpha as John.” He lets his hands drop from you. There's a pause, silence, his brown eyes burning into you.

“I can’t,” he says, turning to leave, shaking his head. You feel sad. You don’t know what you could have done differently. You wait until you’ve watched him make it through the door at the bottom of the stairs. You feel tears rolling down your cheeks. You sit down on the bottom step throwing your head in your hands sobbing.

You’ve ruined it. You’ve messed it all up and now he’s going to want to have nothing to do with you. You hear John come down the steps. He sits down next to you pulling you into his arms. He’s not asking what's wrong or what happened. He must have been listening.

“It’s okay,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

“I tried,” you say between sobs.

“I know, you did good,” he says, holding you close. Pack bonds are fragile things. You’ve always been told that. It’s your job as an omega to keep the bonds secure. If you can’t do that, Simon could break away from the pack. You don’t want that. You have to do better. But now you’ve messed it all up.

Everytime you think you’re making progress with Simon he turns away. Maybe he really does hate you. Maybe the pack would be better without him. You break from John’s embrace looking up at him as he rubs the tears away with his thumb.

You have to make it work, for the sake of the pack.

When you get back to the barracks it’s dark. When you walk in, the building is empty, so you walk down to your room. Everyone’s doors are locked. John goes into his office. You don’t know what you want to do. You feel drained when you step into your room. You don’t want to be in your nest, you don’t want to sleep. You turn back out the room, closing the door.

You walk up to John’s office knocking on the door. You wait for him to call you in before entering. He smiles when he sees you.

“Can I sit in here?” you ask. He leans back in his chair nodding then gets up. He picks up a folder then moves to sit down on the tiny sofa in his office. You smile crawling up onto the sofa leaning into his shoulder. He leans back resting the folder on his thighs.

“What’s that?” you ask.

“Final report from the mission. I need to check it over before I give it to Shepherd.” You look down at it. You don’t know what any of it means and you’re probably not even supposed to be seeing it.

“You know, Professor Hale used to make me lay on his lap when he was working.” You look up at John.

“Is that something you want to do?” he asks, looking down at you. You sit up on your knees. He’s giving you a choice. You haven’t even done it for the Professor in a long while. At the thought of it though there’s something warm building up inside you. You nod. He smiles, moving the folder out of the way. You lay down facing away from him, your head resting on his thighs.

He has strong thighs, you can feel them under your head. That warmth bubbles up inside you and you relax as his hand comes to stroke your head. He tucks your hair behind your ear and you close your eyes, breathing in his scent letting it relax you.

After a few minutes you hear a relaxed hum leave his throat as he flicks through the file. You smile. You’re making him happy, being a good omega for him. Your body feels warm and relaxed. With his hand running through your hair, you’re almost purring at the feeling. His hand moves down the back of your head over the base of your skull before he stops. You open your eyes.

“You can touch it, if you want. It’s your mark,” you say, keeping as still as possible so you don’t spook him. His hand stops for a few seconds as he thinks about it. He moves his hand to your ear so he can pull your hair out the way revealing the back of your neck. You stay nice and relaxed for him so he knows it’s okay as his fingers brush over the indents in the skin. He takes his time, gentle as he follows the mark all the way around.

“Beautiful,” he says.

It’s like something snaps in your brain. Beautiful. Memories come flooding back. Dr. Miller, the cups of, something. Pain pulses through your body, you remember your body on the lab floor, Dr. Miller's voice in your ear. His words are ringing in your head.

‘It didn’t have to be like this’

‘It’s easier this way. You won’t remember anything’

You thought it was a dream. You thought it was your mind playing tricks. There’s a bitter taste in your mouth, it makes you feel sick.

You sit back up knocking the file out John’s hand. Your hand goes to the back of your neck. You’re trying so hard to focus on the memories flashing into your mind.

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” he asks. You look over at him swallowing.

“No, it’s not you,” you say getting up off the sofa. He sits up straight watching you as you continue to rub the back of your neck.

“I forgot I have to go do something quickly,” you say heading for the door. Your hand is shaking as you press the door handle. You look back at John. He's frowning at you as he reaches down to pick up the file.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. I promise,” you say. You go out quickly dropping your hand from the back of your neck closing the door behind you. You head for the lab. You want to see Dr. Miller. He drugged you. You thought it was just dreams. It feels so real. You feel sick, you trusted him.

You need him to tell you it’s not true and that you’re making it all up. There’s no way he would hurt you. You trust him. He’s working on the cure. You can’t ignore the feeling though, the dreams you’ve been having over the past few days. They’re not dreams, they're memories.

You’re shaking as you walk into the lab. You don’t know what you’re going to do, or what you’re going to say. Maybe you should have spoken to Dr.Piper first. What if she didn’t believe you? You need to do this. You want proof. Dr. Miller is sitting at a table watching you walk over to him. He smiles but you keep your distance. You swallow your nerves.

You trusted him, and now his smile sends shivers up your spine

“What’s up?” he asks, looking up from his work giving you his full attention.

“I keep having these dreams,” you say, trying not to sound shaky. You’re focusing almost all your attention on controlling your scent.

“Sleeping pills not working?” he asks confused, leaning back on his stool.

“Sometimes I come here and I feel like I lose hours of time. I wake up upstairs and I don’t know what happened,” you explain. He straightens up in his stool.

“I’ve always told you what’s happened,” he says, looking confused.

“I just want the truth, I have dreams about you, and it feels so real. Almost like they’re memories.” You rub the back of your neck as he stands up. You don’t like how he’s coming towards you, his alpha strong in the air. It makes goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. You want John. Coming alone was definitely a bad idea.

“I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself and to tell you I can’t help you anymore,” you say. He smiles at you but instead of calming you it makes you feel sick.

“And I’m telling Dr. Piper,” you say quickly backing up. You hit a table. This is as far back as you can go. The door is just slightly to your left. You would have to turn to open it though.

“Dreams don’t mean anything,” he says. He’s about a foot away from you when he stops. His scent is overwhelming, and fear rises in you. This was a stupid idea and now you’re trapped.

“Dr. Miller, you’re scaring me,” you say, trying to hold back the fear burning inside of you. Your fight or flight has kicked in and you’re choosing to flee.

“Sorry,” he says with the last step towards you. You don’t even realise he’s reaching for your arm until it’s too late. Panic bubbles up and you take a sharp breath in when his hand makes contact with your skin. Your body turns without you thinking and now you’re attempting to head for the door. He’s stronger than you though, pulling you to him.

You stumble on your feet crying out as he pulls you against him. His arm drops round your stomach as he pulls you up off the floor dragging you backwards. You scream and kick, fighting him as much as you can. It’s pointless though: he’s way bigger and stronger than you. He picks something up off the table and a second later you feel a sharp pain as a needle plunges into your neck.

A few seconds later a burn rises inside you. You scream, your vision going blurry, there’s a pulsing in your body. All you can smell is alpha then honey. Your head is spinning as he lets you go. Your hand comes up to the back of your neck.

You feel like you’re floating, bumping into a table, tripping over a stool. There’s throbbing between your legs, a pain in your core. You only want one thing John. You need John. You blink away the fuzziness. Looking around, you see that you’re in the lab. You can’t remember what you needed.

You don’t care. You need John, you need your alpha. You force your body to open the door, stumbling down the steps. The cold air hits your skin, making you dizzy. You don’t know which way you’re going, you just follow the smell of alpha. You’re sure he’s nearby.

“John!” you call out for him. Your vision is going blurry again. There’s pain burning in your core, your pussy throbbing as slick soaks your underwear. Your clothes are irritating your skin, brushing past your rock hard nipples. You want to pull your clothes off but it’s too cold. Your body meets a door. You’re not sure where you are but you push down on the handle stumbling in. You stumble, you don’t have time to put your arms out to break the fall and your head slams into the floor painfully.

“Christ love!” You hear voices. You can smell beta. There are hands pulling you up off the floor. You try to look up at who’s holding you but you just whine instead. The skin to skin contact feels like burning. It sends vibrations through your body.

“Alpha,” you call as you’re picked up. You hear someone calling for Dr. Piper. You can smell alpha now, it’s strong in the air. You reach out trying to find him in your haze, your eyes darting at the blurry figures around you. You feel cold hands on your face and you wince at the temperature difference. Your name is called, then again, someone pulls your face to look at them.

“Who did this?” It’s Dr. Piper, she's the one with her hands on your face. It sounds like her words are echoing in your ears. You have a moment of clarity. You were in the lab, what were you doing in the lab?

“What is it? What’s wrong?” That’s John’s voice, you whine reaching out for him again. Whoever is holding you keeps you in his arms as the cold hands leave your face.

“She’s in heat. Someone forced her heat.” You breathe in John’s scent as you see him come over to you. His hand brushes your cheek.

“Alpha,” you whine trying to grab him, touch him.

“Take her to my room. And someone tell me where the bloody hell Riley is!” His shout makes you stop whining. You protest as you’re taken away into another room. The next thing you know you’re placed down on a bed. The figure leaves as the burning comes back to your skin. You want to claw it off.

Fire in your veins, pain in your chest. Your body is covered in slick and sweat. You’re clawing your clothes off as you dribble over the pillow caked in John’s scent.

“John…” You breathe, thrusting your fingers into your sore cunt trying to quell the growing pain. It feels like someone has rubbed chilly all over your pulsating body.

Raw and sticky you roll over in the bed, arching your back as you grind down on your hand, trying anything to feel friction between your legs.

“Alpha...” you whine as your vision fades, clenching down on your fingers, only giving you a few seconds of relief. You need to cum, you need relief. You’re thrusting your fingers in and out curling them up to hit the rough spot inside you. Your palm grinds on your swollen clit. It’s not enough. You need more. You whine in frustration as your other hand cups around your breast pinching your nipple.

You moan out, John’s name on your lips as you chase the high, grinding harder, your hand becoming soaked in your slick. You press your fingers in harder, your palm rubbing as hard as you can. Your body is sensitive but you need an alpha, your own hands are not enough. Your body starts to shake as you get closer to the edge. You know it’s not going to be enough but you will take anything right now.

You cum chewing on the bottom of your lip as you moan out, your body going rigid, your back arching. You taste blood in your mouth as you come down from the orgasm, your lip throbbing from the pain of breaking the skin.

You let out a sob as your body relaxes. It’s not enough, none of it is enough. Your breathing picks up again as black spots fade into your vision. You’re going to be too out of it soon. You roll over in the bed sinking your nose into John’s pillow. You breathe in his scent, and it makes your head spin. You call out for him one more time but no one comes.

A few seconds later the burn comes back.

Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui Beta reader and editor - rememberwren

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vodika-vibes · 3 months ago

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*breaks down your door in the middle of the night* first kiss in A/B/O AU with Alpha-17 and inexperienced F!Omega reader (not in a weird way ya know?) whose never been anyone’s first choice and is completely blown away that someone as awesome and amazing as Seventeen actually wants her romantically and not just physically. He makes her feel pretty and cherished and loved and she gives it back to him tenfold in return. (Not to show all my emotions at once. P.S. I read your fic with Keeli and it pulled at my tender heart strings it was so cute, yes I’m cross faded as a mf and fighting for my life this took me over 30min to write)

I See You

Summary: You’ve spent your whole life knowing that you’re not as important as the people around you. You’ve never been anyone’s first choice, not a day in your life. And that doesn’t change when you start puberty and realize that you’re an Omega. You’ve come to accept that, at best, some Alpha will pick you for your body, which will be the end of it. And then you meet Alpha-17, and for the first time in your life, you wonder “What if?”

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: ABO AU, Reader is slightly insecure

A/N: So, full disclosure, I have no idea if this was a request or you just coming into my inbox to discuss it. So I made the decision that it was a request and wrote it! I hope you like it!

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There are some perks to living on Kamino.

Like the free suite that you can decorate how you like and the biweekly food delivery that allows you to cook whatever you want. Not to mention, you get free medical attention and as many blockers as you might need.

Plus, and here’s the biggest perk, you never have to see your “family” ever again.

Naturally, there are some downsides to Kamino too.

You work constantly and can be called into the lab at any hour of the day. There aren’t many places where you can spend your generous pay on Kamino (you have to order your clothes online and have them delivered). And you’re one of only a handful of human Omegas on Kamino.

You’d think that that would force all of you to get together now and then to chat or whatever. But, the truth is, you have no desire to interact with the other Omegas.

Popular fiction tends to make people think that all Omegas are soft and demure and good. Honestly, you wonder if the authors have ever actually met an Omega or if they’re just fantasizing about what an Omega should be like.

Honestly, Isabet is as mean as a rancor with a toothache, and twice as violent. And she’s not afraid to take that temper out on anyone who gets in her way. Including you on several occasions.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of the door to your lab opening, and you slide your gaze away from the machine that you’ve been staring at and willing to work faster.

Even clad in armor, it takes you less than a second to recognize the man standing in the doorway.

No one on Kamino is quite as big as Alpha-17, after all.

A thoughtful frown pulls your lips down, and you turn away from your machine to pick up a nearby datapad to scan the information on it. Alpha-17 never comes to the labs unless he’s due for some testing.

You scan the schedule, and then set the datapad back on a nearby table, “If you have an appointment, I’m afraid that no one notated it in the schedule.” You say apologetically.

He tugs his helmet off and sets it on a table near the door. “I don’t have an appointment,” Alpha explains as he rolls his neck with a slight grimace.

“Oh.” You watch him a moment longer, “Are your implants acting up?”

“They ache when it rains.”

You shoot him an odd look, “It’s always raining, Alpha.”

He tosses a grin in your direction, “I know what I said.”

A heavy sigh falls from your lips, “Alright. Take your armor off and hop up on the table and I’ll see what I can do. But you really should make an appointment, Alpha.”

He obediently strips out of his armor and peels off the top of his blacks, before he lays on his stomach on your examination table. “Why would I do that? We both know that you’ll see me even without an appointment.”

“What if I had been busy?” You ask as you step over to his side and scan the cybernetics with your eyes first, before grabbing a scanner and turning it on, “Or had an appointment with one of your brothers?”

“I’m more important.” Alpha counters as he turns his head to watch you work.

“Well, someone certainly has a healthy ego.” He laughs and you press your hand between his shoulder blades, “Lie still Alpha. I’m trying to scan your cybernetics.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He doesn’t sound very sorry though, “But, come on Doc, we both know that I’m just going to have to live with the pain.”

You frown at him, “I might be able to do something. I don’t want you in pain, Alpha.”

He catches your free hand and squeezes your fingers, “Which is why you’re my favorite.”

You shake your head with a soft laugh, “You don’t have to try and flatter me, Alpha. I’ll help you without it.” You slip your fingers from his grip and start the scanner.

“And why do you think I’m just trying to flatter you? Why can’t I mean it?” He asks as he tucks his arm back under his chin while you work.

You shake your head with a sigh, “Men like you don’t say stuff like that to women like me, Alpha.” You eye the scanner and scowl at it, “It says everything is connected properly, you can sit up. I’ll find some topical pain gel—” You trail off, your mind racing as you try to come up with ways to lessen his pain.

You’re so lost in your ponderings that you don’t realize that Alpha has sat up until his large hand wraps around your wrist and he lightly tugs you around to face him.

“Yes? What’s wrong?”

“I’d like some clarification.” Alpha’s dark eyes scan your face, and his severe expression softens, slightly. “What do you mean by ‘women like you’?”

“Oh,” You pause to gather your thoughts, “I’m just…” You hold your free hand to the side, “Not enough. Not smart enough, not clever enough, not pretty enough, not charming enough.”

Something forbidding slides across his face, though his grip around your wrist is still gentle enough that you could pull away if you wanted, “And who, Doc, told you that?”

A soft laugh falls from you, “Only everyone I’ve ever met. Well, barring you.”

“They’re wrong.”

“It’s fine, Alpha.” You try to reassure him, “I’ve long since come to terms with my lot in life.” He shoots you a puzzled look, so you clarify, “I’m never going to be anyone’s first choice. That’s just how it is sometimes.”

Alpha huffs, “Fine. We’re doing this then.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Not smart enough? You’re a doctor. A specialized doctor. How much smarter do you need to be?” Alpha lists, “Not clever enough? I know I saw you exchanging barbs with Vau the other day and you won. Not pretty enough?” Here, he pauses and scans your face, “Whoever told you that must be blind or stupid or both. As for not being charming, I happen to think you’re very charming. So they’re wrong about that too.”

“Oh…ah…” You blink at him, and you can feel your face burning, “Thank you?”

“Honestly,” His voice is light, “I find it absolutely shocking that you haven’t chosen an Alpha yet. Stars know you have to have your pick.”

“No one’s ever shown any interest,” You reply honestly.

Alpha-17 mutters something under his breath, though you can’t really hear what he’s saying even as close as you’re standing to him.

“Alpha, I need to find the ointment for you. Can I have my wrist back?” You ask as you touch the hand wrapped around your wrist gently.

He scans your face for a moment before something seems to settle over him. He’s always been a confident man, settled in his skin, but he suddenly seems more, and you’re not sure why.

“Alph—?”

“Can I kiss you?”

His question shocks you into silence, and you blink at him dumbly for a moment, “I…what?”

“I want to kiss you,” Alpha says as he releases your wrist and moves his hand to gently brush his fingers against your chin. And then he flashes a wry smile, “Well, full honesty, I want more than that. But I’ll start with a kiss.”

“I don’t—”

“I want to be your Alpha.” He clarifies, “I want you to be my Omega. But if you’re not interested then this will be the last time I bring it up.” Slowly he presses his forehead against yours.

And you stare at him, kind of feeling like you’ve been hit over the head with a sledgehammer. “You’d…pick me?” You ask.

“Yes.”

You believe him. He’s not the sort to lie to you.

“I’d like a kiss,” You whisper up to him.

He grins then and tilts your head so he’s able to press his lips against yours.

And it’s good. Better than good, it’s perfect.

You’re not able to help yourself from stepping closer to him, moving to stand between his thighs, and wrapping your arms around his neck. Alpha’s arms wrap securely around your waist as he tugs you as close as he can and he holds you tightly, as if afraid that someone might rip you from him.

When he breaks the kiss, you’re breathing is slightly unsteady, something that makes him smile smugly. “We can go as slow as you want,” He murmurs, his lips brushing against your cheek, “But you are mine now, little omega.”

You hesitate for a moment, but then you smile at him, “And you’re mine?”

Alpha laughs then, “And don’t you forget it.”

Slowly he releases you, and you take a step back. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, and then take another step back, “If you still want that pain ointment, Alpha—”

“Maybe later.” He stands, “I have ARCs who need training.” Alpha glances at you, “If I chrome by your suite tonight, maybe you can give me some options to handle the pain?”

“I can do that.” You reply with a small smile.

Alpha lightly brushes his fingers against your cheek, “It’s a date.” He ducks his head to kiss you one more time, and then he leaves. And you’re left with butterflies in your stomach, and excitement in your heart.

You’ve never been anyone’s first choice.

But Alpha…he’s different. And now you know it.

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fandomsoda · 2 years ago

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Omega Lab introduction post (personal Undertale AU thing)

Introducing Omega Lab, a story centered around original AU characters that I made because I wanted to and I love this idea. Set in a bizarre research lab in the Omega Timeline, this “story” (though it’s more of just- a setting, characters, and backstory for me to play around with, don’t expect anything linear-) follows our mc, Test, as he works in the strange facility made to develop and create new sentient life as well as study magic. His antics usually consist of trying to understand and befriend the sentient entities here as well as just generally survive. Here he is!

Hope y’all like him, I’m very excited to share this story with the world.

#original art #digital art #undertale au #sans au #sans oc #test “sans”#test!sans #Omega Lab #omega lab #omega lab au #character reference #praying this uploads right #test omega lab

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hugmekenobi · 6 months ago

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S3: The Bad Batch (1)

Chapter One: Confined

Gif by @ventresses

Hunter x femaleJedi!reader

Series Rating: 18+

Series Summary: Ever since Eriadu, Clone Force 99 had been a fractured squad. Months have passed but you're finally back with the Batch but Omega is still out there and you won't stop until you find her again.

Chapter Summary: Imprisoned on Tantiss, Omega finds herself needing to adjust to life there whilst the rest of you decide on your next mission to give you intel you desperately need.

Masterlist for S1 and S2

Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers (we're in the lovers stage now)

Chapter Warnings: Very mild canon-typical violence, one use of y/n, Hemlock, brief wound description, nightmares with emotional hurt/comfort, my interpretation of various people's headspaces, slight angst, me going off script/episode plot in the last part, and remember, italics represent silent Jedi communications

Word Count: 5K

Author's notes: And we're off! Happy Star Wars Day!! We are pretty much just following the plot of this episode, save for a bit at the end so it might feel like a bit of a slow start, but bear with me! Technically, this will also wind up being a 'fix-it' fic so just stick with me on that process too! Hope you enjoy! And I have already started working on the next chapter! Also, I am just going off my past taglist so anyone who wants added/removed, please let me know!

21 days since Eriadu

Water dripped from the faulty tap in the small cell as light crept through the bars on the window.

Omega stared out into the open space with a forlorn sigh as she envied the birds that sounded their freedom as they chirped their usual song. She stepped down from her bed and started pacing anxiously as she waited for Emerie to make her scheduled appearance.

Sure enough, a couple seconds later, the door opened, and Emerie stepped inside.

“Good morning, Omega. How are you feeling today?” Emerie asked.

“Like a prisoner.” Omega replied curtly. “I want to leave.”

“Prisoner?” Emerie repeated, surprised. “Omega, you are no such thing. It will take time to adjust, but you will acclimate. It is far safer in here than out there. Come. We have much to do.” With that Emerie turned to leave.

Omega reached under her bed and brought out her box before she followed Emerie out into the corridor. The grey colouring of her new clothes matched the other scientists and the non-descript design of the inside of the base.

They turned a corner to pass a squad of clone prisoners being escorted past and Omega let out a gasp as she recognised the figure at the front of the line but despite her effort to look at him, he only stared at the floor.

Omega entered the lab and watched in quiet upset as the clone was subjected to a blood sample being taken from the back of his hand. They all had similar expressions of pain and defeat written across their faces and she wished she knew how to stop it.

Emerie placed the test tube into one of the free slots in the tray that Omega was holding before she took the datapad out and created a record for Omega. “And now I need to take a blood sample from you.”

“From me?” Omega repeated. “Why?”

“The samples are used for various research projects. All of us serve a purpose here.” Emerie explained. “It won’t hurt.” She added as a means of reassurance before she readied the equipment to take the sample.

Omega sat up on the bench. “Can you at least tell me where my brothers are? Or my friend, (Y/N)?”

“I do not know.” Emerie replied simply.

Omega held her hand out and braced against the sting of the needle as her blood was drawn. “If you’re a clone like me, how come I never saw you on Kamino?”

“Because I was sent elsewhere until Dr. Hemlock took me under his wing. He saw potential in me, like Nala Se sees in you.”

“I never knew that I had a sister. It’s nice not being alone.” She offered Emerie a small smile, but it wasn’t quite returned.

“Head to the lab.” Emerie ordered as she took the device away and placed Omega’s sample in with the others. “Nala Se is expecting these.”

As the security scan was completed, Omega entered the lab and walked over to Nala Se who was busy placing more blood vials into a centrifuge.

“Thank you, Omega.” Nala Se said as she took the tray from her and started processing the data from the samples and it was through that that she saw the concerning sight that Omega was now a part of the system. “Omega, your sample was taken?”

“Mn-hmm. Emerie said it was routine.”

Nala Se deleted the record from the system before she destroyed the physical sample.

Omega watched this with curiosity. “Why are you discarding it?”

“Tell no one.” Nala Se replied before she took the other samples to the centrifuge. “It is safer this way.”

Omega knew the Kaminoian well enough to pick up on the worry in her voice. “This research, it’s not like what we did on Kamino, is it?”

“No, it is not.”

“I don’t understand. Why did they bring me here?” Omeag asked, hoping that if Emerie couldn’t give her the answers that she sought then Nala Se would have some idea.

“To ensure that I co-operate. The Empire seeks the reproduction of a genetic M-count, but the experiments on the specimens have yet to yield the desired result.”

The M-count was something she was aware of but nothing else Nala Se was saying made much sense to her. “What specimens? You mean the clones?”

“No. Not the clones.”

Any further elaboration was cut off as the lab doors opened and Omega turned to see who it was.

“How nice to see you reunited with your trusted assistant.” Hemlock commented to Nala Se. He massaged the palm of his gloved hand. “I’m sure Omega’s presence here will only strengthen your efforts. Shall we head to the vault?” He waved a hand in front of him towards the doors.

Omega went to leave but Nala Se’s hand on her shoulder stopped her from advancing.

“See to your remaining tasks.” Nala Se instructed before they left the lab.

Omega watched them from the window and wondered what was so special about this vault Hemlock had mentioned but she didn’t have the means to find that out yet. For now, she had little choice but to head to her next chore of the day.

She glared at the droid as he shocked one of the Lurca hounds and she irritably scooped some food up before sending it through the hatch into the bowl of the hound she was currently tending to. As the droid’s attention was focused on something else, she took the opportunity to gather more loose straw from the ground and hid it in the bottom compartment of her box.

She carried on to the last cage to see her favourite of the hounds. “Hi Batcher.” She whispered to the hound curled up at the far end of the cage but her only reply was a low growl. It was then she noticed the bowl was overflowing with uneaten food. “Hmm. Still won’t eat the food, huh? I don’t blame you.” She stole a quick glance back to the droid to see he was still paying her no attention and she took the chance to fish out her lunch from earlier. “Here, I saved you some of mine.”

Batcher got to her feet but snarled and pressed herself aggressively against the bars of the enclosure.

In the shock, Omega had dropped the nuggets inside the cage, but she watched as Batcher ate them and swiftly retreated to the back of the space. “Better? I’ll bring you more tomorrow.” She stood up and left to do what she had been wanting to do the entire day.

As she slowly walked down the corridor, she glanced between each of the cells, the sounds of teeth chattering and coughing made her concern grow as she saw the effects this place was having on all of the clones here.

She made her way to the cell she’d been searching for. “Crosshair.” She called quietly. “I tried to come earlier, but there were too many guards watching me.”

Crosshair sighed. “You shouldn’t be down here at all.”

“Well, how else are we gonna plan an escape?”

“There is no ‘we.’ And there is no escape.” Crosshair sat up. “I’ve already tried.”

“Every stronghold has a weak point.” Omega said. “Maybe I can convince Emerie to help. She’s one of us.”

She sounded just like them and that was the last thing he needed. “Not every clone is your ally. You trust too easily.”

“Maybe you don’t trust enough.” Omega countered but as she said that she noticed a tremor in his right hand which he tried to conceal with by holding it with his left. “Crosshair?”

“Just…” He sighed again. He didn’t need her pity or her concern. “Go, before you make things worse for both of us.”

Omega went to leave but she stopped herself. “There has to be a way out of here. I’ll find it.” She didn’t expect a reply, so she didn’t wait for one, instead she left now.

Crosshair watched her go. Even from that small interaction, he’d already seen so much of them in her and that would either make her or break her in this place and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be around to watch.

Darkness had fallen and it was that time again where she scratched the next tally into the wall. She brought the Lula hay doll out and held it close to her chest- it wasn’t much but it was the reminder of home she needed. If you truly weren’t here, then Omega knew you all would be looking for her, but she was going to do whatever it took to make that easier.

5 months later

The dripping water, the sunlight creeping in, the birds chirping, the concealing of her doll at the bottom of her box… the routine was all so familiar now. She was already standing at the ready for when Emerie opened the door and, like clockwork, it whirred open to reveal the older clone who had the same opening remark she always did.

“Good morning, Omega.”

“Good morning.”

“Let’s begin.” Emerie led the way out.

Yet again, they walked the same route to the testing centre and yet again she passed Crosshair in the corridor, but she had long since learned that trying for any sort of recognition from him in this environment was pointless, so she kept her gaze down too.

She let her blood be drawn, her hand was now numb to the sensation, and she took all the samples to the lab where Nala Se once again destroyed all traces of her sample. She hadn’t been able to learn anything more about the vault or the specimens but what she had gathered was that you, Hunter, and Wrecker definitely were not here and that made the thought of escape feel far more feasible and appealing.

The lurca hounds were the same as they always were but as she made her way to Batcher’s spot, she saw the hound tending to a nasty cut on her front right leg. “Batcher? K-9X1! Hurry!” She yelled to the droid.

“What is the issue?” The droid asked as he approached the girl.

“Batcher’s hurt.” Omega informed him.

“LH-201 sustained injures during the nightly patrol. If her wounds do not heal, the subject will be terminated.”

“Then do something to help her!” Omega demanded.

“I am not a medical droid. It is not part of my programming.”

Omega could only watch as the droid merely walked away, and she turned to the sound of Batcher’s whimpers of pain. She wouldn’t accept termination as Batcher’s fate, if the droid wouldn’t help Batcher, then she would.

She ran over to the medical kit on the wall and took the bacta out but when she reached into the kennel to try and tend to the wound, Batcher snapped at her. “Now look. I need to clean your wound for it to get better. It’ll only hurt for a second, so put those teeth away and behave.” She said sternly but it seemed to do the trick as Batcher let her do it. “See? That’s not so bad.”

Omega worked in silence for a few seconds before she spoke to the hound again, “You know, I have a friend that would’ve been able to help us get along a lot faster.” She said warmly as she continued to apply the bacta to the wound. “But I think we’re getting there now.” She smiled as Batcher gave her hand a tentative lick once she finished with the bacta.

“I dressed Batcher’s wounds as best as I could. At least she didn’t bite me. That’s progress, right?” she looked at Crosshair, but he gave her nothing, so she continued talking. “If she doesn’t get better soon…” She sighed. “Maybe I can steal a med kit from the lab and see if there’s anything I can use-”

“Stop.” Crosshair interrupted her with a frustrated sigh. Clearly the others hadn’t done a very good job of making her stay on course and now he needed to be the one to remind her. “What is your primary objective?”

“Escape.” Omega answered.

“Then stop wasting time on lost causes. Forget the hound, forget me, and complete the mission.”

“Not without you.”

“If I get the chance to escape, I wouldn’t think twice about leaving you behind.”

“You’re lying! You wouldn’t do that. You’re my brother.”

She had been insisting on that for months now, no matter how many times he tried to push her away and he didn’t know how much more of that he could tolerate hearing. “I’m not them.” Crosshair snapped.

Omega couldn’t accept that. “I’m not giving up, Crosshair. I won’t let you either.” She got up to leave.

Crosshair stood up with a heavy breath and called out to her retreating figure. “Omega.”

Omega stopped and turned back to face him.

“Don’t risk anything for me. I belong in here.” He said, meaning every word.

“None of us belong in here.” She replied before walking away.

Her door whirred open before the usual time, and she woke up with a gasp as two troopers entered her room. She got to her feet and concealed her doll behind her. “What’s going on?” She asked Emerie.

“Surprise inspection. Standard procedure.” Emerie informed her.

“Clear.” One of the commandos said.

However, the other noticed the doll hidden behind her back and he tore it from her grip and handed it to Emerie.

“We’ve been over this before, Omega. Personal items are forbidden.” Emerie chastised her. “I’ll dispose of it.”

“Don’t!” Omega protested. “Please, Emerie.”

“It is for your own good. Come, we have work to do.”

It was a welcome sight to see Batcher so happy to greet her this time around. “Hey, Batcher.” Omega said fondly and she saw the wound had nearly scarred over. “Look at you. You’re almost at a hundred percent.” She gave her a soft scratch on the jaw.

“Did you not read the standing order for the day?” The droid yanked her to her feet. “LH-201 has been slated for termination.”

“What? Why? She’s healed.” Omega argued.

“The creature’s recent domesticated disposition has been deemed a liability.”

“But that’s my fault, not hers.” Omega tried to resist being pulled away, with Batcher also barking in protest, but the droid’s grip was strong.

The droid groaned. “It is protocol.”

Omega finally managed to weasel her way out of his grasp and steal his datapad but the droid reacted swiftly and started to pull it away from her. She allowed herself to be tugged airborne and she braced her feet against the droid’s torso and leaned back, the momentum giving her the victory. She got away from the droid with the datapad in her hands and she quickly activated one of the large crates on the ceiling above and it fell on top of K-9X1. She grabbed his electro-staff and shocked him with it but not before he had the chance to call security so now, she had to act swiftly.

Omega used the datapad to open the exit hatch in Batcher’s kennel and deactivated her collar. “Batcher, come!” She ran over to the bars and reached in to take the collar off the hound. “Now you need to run away and not come back, okay?” It pained her to let her one close companion go but it needed to happen. She patted her snout. “And try not to bite anyone.”

Batcher hesitated and whined at her.

“I can’t go with you yet.” Omega explained. “I have to get Crosshair first. Batcher, go!” Omega watched her run down the tunnel with both relief and sadness, but she’d get out soon too, she knew she would.

“Breaking the rules, I see.”

Omega jumped and turned around to see Hemlock standing before her and Emerie standing behind him.

“And releasing a weak lurca hound into the wild? I didn’t know you were so cruel, Omega.”

“Me? You were gonna terminate her.” Omega said angrily.

“And you believe your actions changed that outcome?” When Omega faltered in her reply, he kept speaking, “Now some rotations ago, one of our shuttles crashed just beyond this mountain. But that is not what killed them. No, it was the creatures that roam the jungle. Even our strongest lurca hounds struggle against what’s beyond these walls. And your domestication of LH-201 only made her vulnerable.”

“You don’t know she won’t survive.” Omega disputed. “She deserves a chance.”

“Oh, the flawed logic of an idealistic child.” Hemlock’s tone fuelled with quiet mockery. “Emotion and sentiment have no place within these walls. You would do well to remember that.”

She wasn’t afraid of his threats anymore. “Or what?”

Seeing the way he turned to look at Omega again, Emerie hastily intervened. “Doctor, perhaps I should return Omega to her room.”

Hemlock held a hand up to stop her from going any further and kept his gaze on Omega. “You have more to say?”

“I know you brought me here to make Nala Se cooperate. You need her. She won’t work for you if you hurt me.” Omega said confidently.

Hemlock only laughed. “Of course I’m not gonna hurt you, Omega.” He inhaled deeply. “Your friend in the detention block, however, may not be as fortunate.”

“Don’t hurt Crosshair! He didn’t do anything.”

“I did have plans for CT-9904, despite his resistance to re-education, but I am willing to make a few sacrifices if your misbehaviour continues.” He bent from the waist and leaned down towards her. “Actions always have consequences. Sometimes not in the ways we imagine.”

Now that threat was one that she knew he would follow through on and she didn’t want to be responsible for Crosshair suffering even more than he was already.

“Take her back to her room and restrict her access.” Hemlock ordered Emerie as he exited.

Omega left with her a few seconds later.

Night had fallen and Omega sat huddled on the edge of her bed, but she heard the door open. “Go away.” She said with a sigh, not even bothering to look at Emerie this time.

“Omega…”

“Please… just go.” She requested, hoping the misery in her voice would be enough to convince Emerie to leave and she was grateful to hear her footsteps retreat and she angled herself towards the door to see that her hay Lula had been returned to her. She picked it up, but the sound of a lurca howling brought her back to the window.

She attempted in vain to peer through to bars to the outside for any sign of Batcher, but she couldn’t see anything. She then looked at the growing collection of tallies that represented the months that she’d been here. It may take more time, but now more than ever she knew she needed to get out and she needed to take Crosshair with her.

Hunter’s eyes snapped open, and his heart was pounding in his chest, but his surroundings told him it had been another dream. The ship was still steadily travelling through hyperspace towards Oba Diah, and the three of you had been using the long journey to catch up on some much-needed rest before the mission would begin.

Reaching out to Roland Durand of all people had felt like a long shot but when he said he could help if you only found the Pyke that had disgraced him and the Durand name, it had been an easy decision to accept but it had done nothing to quell the worry and fear that coursed through his veins. He sat up and began the usual routine of deep breathing.

Ever since you’d fully opened yourself up to him and the Force again, he didn’t need to wake you anymore when this happened, you would feel everything he felt and wake up a couple seconds after he did, and this time was no different. “Which one this time?” You whispered; your tone filled with tender understanding.

“I’m sorry.” Hunter rasped as he steadied his breathing. He hated that this was having a knock-on effect on you two, especially since your own sleep had only now started to get better. You were another person he was still finding a way to let down.

You shushed him softly as you sat up next to him. You have nothing to be sorry for. “Which one?” You prompted again. You knew his sleep had been haunted by more than just the reminders of what had happened in the recent months, it was these new nightmares that were plaguing him more and more.

Hunter released a heavy breath. “Same one as the nights before. I can see her, she’s right in front of me but no matter what I do, I can’t reach her and- and then she’s taken away.”

You pressed your lips to his shoulder, and you rubbed soothing circles on his back. “This mission for Durand is another step in the right direction. You’re doing all you can. We will find her, Hunter.”

Hunter shook his head and swung his legs out to the side of the bunk. “We took too long to find you, and you weren’t even really hiding.” Hunter countered without glancing back at you.

He didn’t need to look at you for you to feel his distress. You reached a hand out to his shoulder to try and get him to face you again. “Hunter-”

He gently but firmly pushed your hand away. “I’m going to go over what we’ve got again. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.”

You sighed and watched him go to the cockpit. You’d seen the shift in him as had Wrecker. The relief of your reunion had long since passed and he, like the two of you, was getting more desperate to find Omega but it was affecting him far more than he was willing to talk about. His once calm and collected demeanour had vanished and he was taking on missions with little care for the risk or conditions they came with and this mission for Durand was no exception. Whilst you and Wrecker were happy to agree, there had been little discussion over the matter or the conditions of the deal. The two of you had done what you could, but you knew the only true thing that would bring him comfort would be finding Omega again.

Although a strong part of you wanted to follow him, you knew that right now, he needed the space, and you would give him that, but you couldn’t stand by and watch him drive himself into the ground for much longer.

You woke up again to find the space next to you ice cold and you knew that Hunter had not returned at all, and he wasn’t planning too. You tossed the blanket aside and silently walked towards the cockpit where you could hear the faint tapping of fingers against the keys of a datapad.

You leaned against the entryway to the cockpit and studied him for a moment as he kept his focus on Tech’s datapad. He looked utterly exhausted. His head drooped every few seconds, his shoulders were hunched, and weariness was written all across his face. It pained you to see him like this.

Aware that his brother was sleeping a few metres away, his words to you were quiet, “I said I’d be back soon.” He continued to tap through the intel that he’d been anxiously scanning for any detail he could’ve missed.

“You said that hours ago.” You matched his volume and straightened up. “You need to talk to me. Shutting down like this isn’t good for you.”

“I’m not shutting down. I’m doing what needs to be done to get Omega back.” He couldn’t stop. He’d let her down for long enough. The answer was there, and he kept missing it and he couldn’t stand it.

You fully came into the cockpit and kneeled in front of him. “You may be a leader, Hunter, but you’re not alone. This isn’t just the fear that we’re not going to get her back because you know we’re not going to stop until we do. There’s something else you’re afraid of.” You searched his face for a sign of what more it could be, but he wasn’t giving anything away. You kept your voice low but kind, “What is it?”

Hunter ignored you and kept his eyes fixed on the words on the screen in his possession, but he wasn’t reading them anymore.

“Hunter, put it down.” You attempted to take the datapad but his hold was too tight.

“I can’t stop. I can’t. She-” He cut himself off and swallowed thickly. “I can’t stop.” He repeated again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re no good to anyone if you’re too exhausted to think straight.” You said with concern. “Talk to me, please.”

Hunter silently shook his head. The responsibility of all of this was on him, you shouldn’t be worrying about him now.

You knew how hard this was and he rarely allowed himself those moments of vulnerability, but he’d been there for you countless times, it was now your turn to be the one he could lean on. “You’ve helped me through so much, Hunter.” You placed one hand on his tattooed cheek and stroked your thumb along his cheekbone and whether he meant it or not, you felt him relax into your touch. “Let me help you now.” You whispered as your other hand fanned across the datapad and started to push it out of his grasp. “Put it down.”

“I-”

“Put it down.” You repeated again, applying more pressure now as you felt his resistance fade and relief coursed through you as he let you take it from him.

Hunter finally let the datapad slip from his grasp and he let the tiredness take over and his body sagged against the chair.

“What else is it that’s bothering you?” You came back from putting the datapad away and crouched again and laid your hands on his knees.

Hunter hesitated for a moment but for this first time since he woke up, he caught your eyes and he saw nothing but love and concern behind them and he swallowed thickly. “All she wanted was to not end up an experiment and that’s exactly what I’ve let happen.”

“Hunter…”

The words just tumbled from him now. “I let down Crosshair, I let down T- I let down Tech. I was too late to save them, but I still had you, I still had Wrecker and I still had Omega. Then you and Omega were ripped away from us and that was another thing I couldn’t stop. I relied too much on Wrecker when we were looking for you, I wasn’t who he needed me to be, and I can feel that happening again. I can’t be too late again. I can’t let another person down… I can’t let Omega down.” He turned away from you once more.

Your heart broke for him. “You have done no such thing.” You brought your hand back to his face to keep his eyes on you. “Listen to me, you didn’t let them down and you weren’t too late for them. At that time, Crosshair had made his choice, and you wouldn’t have been able to change his mind. Tech, he-” You felt the emotions rise up in your throat, choking the next words you were going to say. After pausing for a second, you cleared your throat and started again, “Tech made his choice. That wasn’t you being too late for them. As for Wrecker, he won’t and doesn’t think that. You’re his brother first, Hunter, he would never think that.” You paused for a moment to let that sink in before you added, “And you weren’t too late for me either. I’m right here with you and I’m not going anywhere.”

Hunter’s jaw tightened as he listened to the words you said but he couldn’t quite bring himself to fully believe them.

Still seeing the reluctance behind his eyes, you took his hand and placed it over your heart. “Feel that? I’m not worried, I’m not doubting you. We’re getting her back, you have not failed her, Hunter and she’ll know we’re looking for her. She’ll know that.”

Hunter closed his eyes and let the comfort of your steady heartbeat flood his senses.

After some time had passed, you decided it was time for him to get some proper rest before you arrived on Oba Dia. “Come on.” You took his hands, and a gentle tug encouraged him enough to get to his feet.

Hunter was so tired he could barely register his movements; all he knew was somehow you were getting his feet moving and leading him back to your bunk.

“Lie down.” You instructed gently as you reached the bed.

Hunter did as you said, and he felt you slide in next to him, he willed his weary body to turn and hold you like he usually did.

You shook your head and nudged him, so his back was facing you. You wrapped your arm around him and put your hand in his and placed it over his chest. “Just close your eyes and breathe with me.”

“This mission’s gonna help us somehow, right?” Hunter murmured with a tired voice.

You planted a soft kiss to the hinge of his jaw. Yes, it will. Drug syndicates were not high on your list on the people you were looking to stay on an even keel for. The Pykes weren’t going to stop you from doing whatever it took to get to her.

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ghostsoapwhore · 3 months ago

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Fix the Unfixable - Part One

Chapter One: In the Crossfire

Warnings: Mention of abuse, mention of lab testing, mention of needles, mention of gunfire, a/b/o

Pairing: Task Force 141 x reader

The fluorescent lights never stop humming, at first it was irritating, driving your senses mad as the frequency continued, but soon it became soothing. The sterile laboratory that surrounded you was in constant silence, a silence that would drive anybody mad. Your new life here started three months ago. Three months of poking, prodding, and needles, and questions. The isolation here made you feel cold. The only interactions you had with people were the occasional tests, beatings, and shuffling footsteps down the corridor.

Subject 132

That’s what they called you. That’s what the sign above your little cell said in bold, black writing. You had seen it once when you were screaming and kicking trying to get out of their grasp. It was made to strip away your identity, to return you to your base form. Omega. That’s all you were to them, not a person, just a creature who they did impersonal experiments on. You were data, numbers, graphs, failures. You were the experiment.

The lab was cold. It had been from the start. It had white tile walls that managed to never get dirty, metal tables that shone in the fluorescents, and blinking monitors and whirring machines that incessantly made noise. The lab was made so there was one main testing room, and your tiny cell attached. You were positioned so you could see only the equipment, and not the door to your left.

The tests were made to be a routine, you had learnt this by now. First the psychological phase, where they would attempt to force you into distress. They would try to make you shut down, forcing you into your most vulnerable form so they could extract more data. Being an Omega was the only reason you were here, of course they would use your primal instincts against you. Then, followed the physiological testing. The testing was never ethical. Questions such as; “What would the omega do if we hit her?”, “How would she respond to a near death experience?”, “What would happen if she died, then came back?”. Questions they would do anything to answer,

Today. Today felt different. Today there was a nervousness in the air, the test subjects could feel it. It began with shuffling in the hallways turning into urgent yelling and shouting of orders. Then it became cells unlocking and test subjects being forced out. There was loud boots rushing the halls and equipment being dragged with people. The feeling that accompanied these noises was odd, you felt hopeful, yet terrified. A disgustingly satisfying mix.

It was strange, being truly alone. You knew you were. The smell of the other surviving omega’s had long faded. They were gone, you were forgotten. It always had to be you, huh? The building was totally and completely empty, save for the pair of footsteps approaching the door right now.

The metal door to the main lab exploded inwards without warning. There was rubble flying past the cell, some of it even into the cell, and sparks lit up the room. The sheer force of the explosion caused you to stumble slightly, with your hands raised to shield your face. Smoke filled the room, followed by your lungs. You had to bite back the urge to cough.

The smoke hadn’t cleared when the silhouettes of tall, terrifying figures coated in tactical gear stalked into the room. The shine of their gear was ominous, the now smashed fluorescent flickered above them. You watched them make strange hand signals to each other, as one moved closer to you. He stepped out of the smoke, into clear view. He was tall, rugged and bearded. His eyes were piercing and he held an air of command. This man was definitely an alpha, you knew this despite the lack of scent he carried.

“Clear the room.” His voice was deep and commanding, and the other men followed his instructions. His eyes scanned the room efficiently. “You’re Subject 132?”

It was less of a question, more of a demand. You knew he hadn’t seen the sign above the cell, which caused shivers to run down your spine. You nodded weakly, you felt paralyzed by both curiosity and fear. The other men cleared the room efficiently, it was empty, of course. You knew that already, but they had to be sure.

The smoke slowly diffused, allowing a clearer view into the room. A younger man was standing nearby. He had bright, friendly eyes as he looked at you with a light grin. He was lighter in build than the bearded man, and had a very… interesting haircut. “Hello, lass.” He beamed. He had strong Scottish accent that added to his charming appearance. “We're here tae get ye oot o' here, whit’s yer real name?” You blinked at him, once, twice. You felt tongue tied, unsure whether to tell him or not. In the time you contemplated two figures had emerged from the now dissipated smoke. The largest one of the whole group, adorning a skull mask, walked over to the cell door with some chain cutters. He made light work of the door and it swung open. If Price’s appearance said alpha, his screamed it.

The one with the mohawk entered the cell with an air of confidence, not quite enough to be an alpha though. He offered you a friendly hand as you continued to scan the last member. He was a dashing younger man, with beautiful browned skin and straight white teeth. He was smiling, talking to the bearded man once more. You gently took the mohawk man’s hand, it was warm. It was an extreme contrast to what you had called home previously.

“Ma names Soap, whit’s yours, lass?” He prodded again. You told him your name, barely a mumble. He took it upon himself to repeat it at about twenty times the original volume which caused your face to flush.

The area was secure, and the men were all standing around you now. The guy with the skull mask had a deep accent, definitely a British one, but what kind of British you had no idea. “Get her up, we need to reach evac point in ten minutes.” His voice was gruff, his tone indifferent. “He��s right.” The bearded man said. Soap pulled you up to your feet. What kind of name is Soap anyways? You could hear them talking as they began to usher you through the halls. The bearded man spoke up. “Sorry for the late introductions, I’m Captain Price.” He looked into your eyes as he spoke and walked. Your legs had to work double time to keep up with their large, and surprisingly stealthy, strides.

“The skull-mask is Lieutenant Ghost, and this is Gaz.” He slapped the young man’s shoulder hard enough to make him stumble and emit a grumble from him. I nodded, staring at them. The introductions did very little to assuage the fear and confusion pulsing through your veins. You had been captive long enough that freedom was no longer a word in your vocabulary. “Come on, lass, we hae tae get oot o' here afore we're left ahint." I blinked at the Scottish man a few times, trying to translate for a second, before nodding. He’s right, we’ve got to get out.

“Hang tight, love.” Gaz spoke up from behind me. “We’ve still got some work to do on the way out, but we’ll keep you safe.”

Price and the others nodded in agreement, continuing forwards. You felt strangely vulnerable now that you were free from that cell. Once out of the lab, Price and Ghost were discussing their next mission in hushed, professional tones. There was the distant sound of gunshots and screaming. The sounds of a battle outside. It caused you to falter, paralyzed for a moment. That’s exactly why Gaz crashed straight into your back and sent you tumbling to the ground.

“Careful, love. Need you in one piece.” Price spoke up as you scrambled to your feet with the help of Gaz. “Stay close to Soap, he’s in charge of you for now.”

It was a secret instruction, one for Soap, he nodded and immediately took his place next to you. “We’ll get through this, stay close.” He muttered. It was the most legible sentence yet!

The corridors beyond the lab were dimly lit and narrow, the walls lined with the same sterile white that surrounded you for three months. But now, as you followed the team, the oppressive atmosphere of the lab became lighter, nearing the exit.

Momentarily, you glanced over at Ghost, who was clearing the path ahead. His presence was imposing, and even though his face was hidden behind the skull mask, there was something serious and commanding about him. Definitely alpha. It was strange, you noted, that there was no indicator of anyone's status. No scents at all. You were aware that you had no scent either, the lab technicians had filled you with enough scent blockers to last three lifetimes afterall.

When you finally emerged into the open air you squinted. The sky was a clear, brilliant blue, a stark contrast to the sterile confines of the laboratory. The fresh air was a welcome assault on your senses, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. This was the most colour you had seen in a long time. The sun was beating down on you, the sand beneath your feet crunching and grinding with each step. The laboratory was in the middle of a desert all this time.

The team ushered you toward a waiting helicopter, the rhythmic thud of its blades cutting through the air as it prepared for takeoff. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost were already coordinating the extraction, their movements efficient and precise.

The feeling of freedom filled you, but a strange feeling overcame you along with it. The rescue was just the beginning. A/N: Feedback and corrections are welcome! Thank you for reading! tag list: @munsonssecretblog

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skellymom · 5 months ago

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"LITTLE BROTHER"

THE BAD BATCH ONE SHOT

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Word Count: 2.7K

Background: What happens if a clone baby doesn't play by the rules on Kamino? This fic includes the headcannon (another Tumblr poster came up with this one) that Hunter has a crush on Shaak Ti. The clone baby is assigned a number, however, since there are so many of them and I didn't want to just guess left it as CT-______. Use your imagination for the number. This fic takes place right before Order 66 and before Hunter is aware of Omega's presence on Kamino. And, this baby alerts Mace Windu to the fact the Batch are the key to Omega being taken in by their squad, eventually leading to Omega helping the Rebellion defeat the Empire (this is the "Shatterpoint" in the Force Shaak Ti speaks of that Mace Windu senses.

Warning: Swearing, discussion of euthanasia, baby poop.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

The keening cry of a newly decanted clone shattered the silence of the Neonate Ward.

Shaak Ti could sense the little one's distress and hurried down the corridor. The cry was eventually shared with other babies. She entered to a roomful of loud fussy neonate clones.

Nala Se stood in the middle of the ward, a frustrated expression on her face.

“Again?” Remarked Shaak Ti.

“Yes. It would seem this decanted clone will not settle.”

Shaak Ti glanced down at the tiny instigator, red faced and screaming for all he was worth.

“IT is causing distress to the other newly decanted.”

“HE probably needs to be held...” Shaak Ti picked up the screaming bundle...

...who immediately went quiet. Then the ENTIRE ward went quiet. It seemed that THIS clone was causing the other babies to react as well.

“See. That is all that was needed.” Patting the baby's back gently. He cooed at the Jedi.

Nala Se glibly shot back. “These newly decanted MUST be able to self soothe. They must be in control of their emotions out in the battlefield.”

“Maybe it’s just temporary? They are JUST babies. Perhaps Omega can help...”

Shaak Ti was cut off by the Kaminoan. “Omega is currently assisting ME with research and does NOT have the time.”

Lama Su approached Nala Se and Shaak Ti. “If CT-_____ fails to self soothe by the end of the week, IT will shall be terminated.

Horrified, Shaak Ti hugged the baby to her. “Are we sure such a drastic measure is necessary?”

“It is imperative. We have a 20,000 UNIT deadline to complete with accelerated growth in the next few months. They MUST be ready and in top form upon delivery.” Lama Su added.

“Could we use his ‘defective’ nature to start ANOTHER specialized clone force?” Shaak Ti was grasping at straws now.

“I was under the impression Jedi should NOT form attachments.” Lama Su shot back.

He was right...Shaak Ti was doing just that. However, destroying a small life due to needing to be comforted seemed severe.

Just then the ward door opened, and Omega entered. She approached Nala Se. “Oh, hello Commander Shaak Ti. Nala Se, I am finished with the tasks you gave me. What is OUR next project!”

The Jedi nodded to the child. Then glanced up at Nala Se. Attachments indeed!

Nala Se caught the pointed look from Shaak Ti. “Come, Omega. Let us go to the lab.”

“Bye Shaak Ti” Omega innocently waved then followed behind Nala Se.

“Goodbye sweet child.” Shaak Ti beamed at the child with an important future...

The ward doors closed behind them as they exited.

“IT has 3 days to improve. If not, IT will be terminated.” Lama Su said his peace, then exited the ward as well.

Shaak Ti glanced down at the little life in her arms. She had a bad feeling about this.

Unfortunately, things did NOT improve.

CT-______ continued to caterwaul. Shaak Ti checked in daily.

Every time the clone cried, eventually his brothers would start in solidarity. When he was picked up by Shaak Ti, he stopped. His brothers would go quiet as well.

The Kaminoan’s NEVER held their test subjects. It was beneath them to do so.

Omega was NOT permitted to assist with CT-____ in any capacity.

Highly concerned, Shaak Ti sought advice from Mace Windu via comm.

The Jedi listened quietly to the predicament, then rubbed his chin in contemplation.

“I shall inquire at the Jedi Council, then give you my answer in the next standard rotation.”

Shaak Ti nodded obediently and waited.

The day came with CT-______ slated for termination. He refused to self sooth, instead reaching his tiny arms out for ANYONE to hold him...comfort him.

Nala Se, resigned to sealing this baby’s fate, loaded the bassinet onto a holostretcher and SLOWLY proceeded to the euthanasia chamber.

Before she could enter, Shaak Ti was waiting outside the entrance.

Nala Se seemed surprised to see her there. A move Shaak Ti took advantage of.

The Jedi waived her hand in front of Lama Se. “You have terminated CT-______. You must return to the laboratory with Omega.”

“I have terminated CT-____. I must return to the laboratory with Omega.” The dazed Kaminoan repeated.

Nala Se wouldn’t remember a thing.

“Well lads, looks as though Master Shaak Ti will be joining us for this mission!” Hunter beamed.

“Oh Goody. Careful Hunter, she might sense how much you PINE for her.” Crosshair sneered.

Wrecker shot back with a shit eating grin. “OOOh, Cross, you’re just JEALOUS.”

Crosshair shot Wrecker a LOOK.

Echo chuckled at his new squad's antics.

“It seems we are accompanying her to the Separatist planet of Ryloth as an envoy.” Tech informed everyone. “She will be assisting Captain Howzer.”

“WHAT!” Echo shot straight up in his seat. “We are working with Separatists?”

“The details seem to be confidential. Need to know basis for now.” Tech added.

“That’s strange...” Echo was extremely suspicious.

Hunter set everyone at ease. “I’m sure we’ll be briefed before arrival to Ryloth. “Here she is now.”

The clones stood at attention and saluted Shaak Ti as she ascended the gangplank and boarded the Marauder.

“At ease soldiers.” She warmly smiled.

Wrecker jabbed Crosshair in the ribs and grinned. Cross gave him stink face.

Tech started up the ship and prepared to leave Kamino.

“Commander, please have a seat.” Hunter offered Shaak Ti the seat behind Echo in the cockpit, as he would be seated next to her behind Tech.

“Thank you, Sergeant.” She smiled.

Hunter mildly blushed.

“Before I do there is another matter I must address.”

Shaak Ti reached down and pulled up the front of her heavy long skirts, exposing her legs and bottom torso underneath.

Hunter almost FAINTED!

He may have had some...thoughts about this Jedi General...only at times in solitude so she was unable to sense them...

The blood rushed to his head, making his vision swim.

The rest of the crew stopped and stared! This was so UNLIKE the Jedi Commander!!!

Underneath Shaak Ti’s skirts was strapped a small baby.

A clone stowaway...under a Jedi’s skirts!

The baby looked at Hunter and cooed.

“Uhhh...” Hunter stared dumbfounded.

“What the FU...dge!” Echo caught himself in time.

“WAIT? Are they NOT DECANTING them anymore???” Wrecker scratched his head trying to figure out where babies are NOW coming from.

Crosshair sighed and held his forehead.

Tech cleared up the confusion. “It would seem that Jedi Shaak Ti is covertly sneaking this clone neonate aboard so that we may shuttle it off world.”

“You are indeed correct Tech.” Shaak Ti unstrapped the baby and handed him to Hunter.

She dropped her skirt and sat down.

Hunter caught a glimpse of the Jedi’s legs before they were covered again. His brain momentarily broke.

Echo needed details. “Why? He’s too young to leave Kamino.”

“He is defective and was slated for termination. When we depart Kamino, I shall tell you the rest.”

The baby reached up and pinched Hunter’s chin, bringing him back to the moment. He sat down and cradled the baby in his arms...seemingly an automatic act even HE wasn’t aware of. “Tech, take us off world IMMEDIATELY!”

He didn’t have to tell Tech twice.

The crew was extremely quiet as the Marauder made its way off the planet. Hunter began to worry about what was to develop. Unconsciously, he began to slightly rock the baby. It soothed him.

Echo glanced over his shoulder at Hunter and smiled.

Crosshair rolled his eyes.

Blue light bathed the ship as the Marauder coasted in hyperspace.

Shaak Ti filled in the rest of the intel.

“So, our squad are the LAST defective clones to be allowed on Kamino?” Tech surmised.

“Yes, unfortunately. The Kaminoan’s are tamping down on any deviance within the clone population. They are no longer even trying to reprogram the few who develop out of parameters. Any found outside of those parameters are slated for immediate termination.” Shaak Ti grimly explained.

“Things have been changing so quickly on Kamino lately.” Hunter’s brow creased.

“Don’t like it one bit.” Echo’s suspicion was back.

Shaak Ti followed up. “Conveniently, I was scheduled to meet with the governing body of Ryloth. And, with some help from the Jedi Council we can place this little one with a family there.”

“The Kaminoan’s don’t just give away their property freely. How did you manage to convince them?” Echo enquired.

“I agree with Echo.” Tech added. “The Kaminoan’s are anything but charitable.”

“I... resorted to utilizing the Force.” The Jedi shifted uncomfortably. “According to Master Windu, the exposure to this young clone will help you all on a future mission.” Shaak Ti smiled at the squad. “As you know Master Windu sees an important Shatterpoint in your timeline.”

“And... what is that Shatterpoint?” Hunter enquired.

“Unfortunately, Master Windu did not elaborate. He FEELS something strongly in the Force but cannot put it to words.”

The clones silently glanced at one another.

Shaak Ti added “But, for now we are saving a small innocent life. This has enough merit on its own.”

“Agreed” Hunter smiled down at the small one in his arms. The baby grinned back up at him.

“Hey...Hunter...can I hold ‘em?” Wrecker asked hopefully.

“Uh...yeah.” Hunter got up and walked over to Wrecker, who seemed excited.

Wrecker held out his large hands awkwardly.

“Wrecker, support his body with this hand. Take your other hand and support his head carefully. He’s young and his neck isn’t strong enough yet. He’s a baby, not a Lula. Gotta be REAL gentle.” Hunter handed the baby over and placed Wrecker’s hands in the correct position.

Hunter stepped back and watched his brother.

“Aww, he’s SO CUTE!” Wrecker beamed.

The baby cooed at Wrecker.

Cross, sitting next to Wrecker watched silently.

Then the baby spotted Crosshair’s silver hair shining in the Marauder’s cab lighting. He made grabby hands toward Cross.

“Ooh, he wants YOU to hold him.” Wrecker grinned.

“NO.” Crosshair got up and sat at the other side of the ship.

The baby immediately started to cry.

“Look, you hurt his little feelings!” Wrecker shamed his brother.

“I don’t do kids.” Crosshair crossed his arms uncomfortably.

The baby wailed loudly.

Crosshair couldn’t handle the caterwauling and stalked to the back of the ship.

“Ohh, just ignore him cute widdle baby boy.” Wrecker grabbed Lula. “Lula says he’s a big ole’ poopy head anyway.”

The baby stopped crying and Hunter dabbed his tears away with the baby blanket.

“Brother Wrecker wuvs you...BOOP!” Wrecker gently touched Lula to the baby’s nose.

Baby smiled.

“Brother Hunter wuvs you...BOOP!”

Baby laughed.

“Brother Echo wuvs you...BOOP!”

Baby belly laughed.

“Brother Tech will wuv you too...BOOP! Especially since you’ll listen to his infodumps...BOOP!”

Baby laughed SO hard...

...and made a strange face...

...then baby’s rear end made the MOST horrid sound!

“OH MAKER! WHAT IS THAT!!!” Wrecker almost retched. “IT’S SOO STINKY!”

Wrecker quickly handed baby back to Hunter and ran away after Crosshair.

“Uh...” Hunter was woefully unprepared and just held baby out away from him. “Commander...uh...please tell me you have extra diapers...”

The Jedi laughed as she approached, taking the baby from Hunter. She had a bag slung over her shoulder. “I’ll take care of him, Sergeant.”

He turned red in spite of the horrible smell assaulting his enhanced senses.

Hunter had an awakening...

Something about maternal women and little children...

Something warm and paternal blossomed in his heart. He watched Shaak Ti as she walked to the back of the ship soothing the baby.

A minute later, Wrecker ran back up to the front of the Marauder. Crosshair followed furiously spraying refresher air freshener EVERYWHERE.

“I don’t know what that baby ate but...EWW!!!” Wrecker grimaced.

“OH MAKER!” Echo yelled; his face had a severely pinched expression. “Now it smells like FLORAL SHIT in here!!!”

Frustrated, Crosshair shot back at Echo. “Well, WHAT would you have me DO???”

Tech to the rescue: He engaged the Marauder’s indoor filtration system. However, it did take some time to dispel the smell.

When Shaak Ti brought the cleanly changed baby back, Echo requested to hold him next. The baby took an interest in Echo’s scomp.

Wrrrrrrrrrr. Baby was entranced. Wrrrr, wrrrr, wr, wrrrrrrrrrr.

Echo laughed, then the baby laughed...

And make THAT FACE.

Wrecker held his nose. “OH NO! NOT AGAIN!!!”

“It seems the Kaminoan baby formula irritates his sensitive stomach. Another anomaly in his genetics. I switched his formula for the trip.” The Jedi attempted to get up and retrieve the baby.

“Please relax Commander. I’ve got this.” Hunter got up and took baby from Echo.

Shaak Ti handed Hunter the diaper bag, and he made his way to the back of the ship.

Crosshair sprayed the air freshener in Hunter’s wake.

Echo turned around to glare at Crosshair.

“What?” Cross leaned back with an antagonistic smirk, inserting a toothpick into his mouth.

Sometime later everyone settled in during the trip to Ryloth. Hunter offered Shaak Ti his bunk so she could rest before arrival. She warned the baby may need to eat soon.

By this time, Tech had the baby in his lap and was info dumping about various animal life of the galactic planets. Baby was deeply interested in everything he had to say.

Or maybe it was just the glare on Tech’s glasses that caught the baby’s attention?

Either way, Tech set up his datapad to play the corresponding animal sound when the baby pressed a button. Baby cooed with each animal sound.

Shortly after baby lost interest and started to fuss.

“Uh oh...” Wrecker was weary.

“Well...he isn’t making THAT face, so I think we’re safe.” Echo ribbed Wrecker.

"It’s fairly obvious that he’s hungry.” Tech stated.

Hunter rummaged through the bag to find a bottle full of blue Bantha milk.

“You like the GOOD stuff, kiddo.” Hunter smiled, taking baby from Tech and popping the feeding nipple into baby’s mouth.

Baby suckled away and made grabby hands towards Crosshair again.

Cross side-eyed baby.

“Come on, Cross. He obviously likes you.” Hunter pleaded.

“Usually that’s asking a LOT of someone.” Echo joked.

“So funny, Echo.”

“Hey, we ALL held him.” Wrecker piled on. “Hunter EVEN changed his diaper!”

Crosshair wasn’t convinced.

Baby continued grabby hands and was now vocalizing in between gulps of formula “Uuuuummmm!!!”

Straining out of Hunter’s grasp towards the sniper.

Tech verbally poked at his brother “It would seem that he INSISTS you hold him. Why he wishes to be close to your unyielding nature is a mystery.” Tech was baiting him.

Crosshair pulled the toothpick from his mouth and flicked it at Tech. “All right...” He huffed. “Give me the little womp rat.”

Hunter gave Crosshair a shit eating grin as he placed the child on his brother’s shoulder. Cross didn’t expect to have baby THAT close to his face. Hunter KNEW what baby was after.

The baby held his bottle with one hand, chugging away. Then reached up with the other to grab a handful of Cross’ hair.

For a second Crosshair looked panicked. But relaxed when he realized baby only wanted to hold onto something while eating. The weight seemed strangely familiar...like his rifle when it rested upon his shoulder. But...warmer...more comfortable.

Crosshair leaned back on the seat and put his feet up.

Tech played his specially recorded soothing sounds of Kamino’s waves over the Marauder’s PA system. Baby continued to suckle away at his bottle, then fell fast asleep on Crosshair’s shoulder.

The sounds also affected Crosshair as he eventually passed out in a deep sleep on the cabin chair totally unaware of what would transpire...

...as the rest of The Batch decided to record this special moment.

After all, Baby would be in his new, safe home by tomorrow...

There’s a pic Tech keeps on his datapad of a snoozing Crosshair with a baby sleeping on his shoulder. The rest of the Batch is posed around him.

Hunter leans his head against his brother and the baby. A serene smile on his face.

Wrecker gives Crosshair Lula ears with his fingers behind Cross’ head. He pulls Gonky in next to him.

Echo puts his arm around Gonky and proudly leans into the shot next to Wrecker.

Tech took off his goggles and propped them up on the Marauder’s dash so the recording device attached to them could mark the occasion. Then blindly made his way to Hunter’s side to pose, a sassy half grin on his face.

In Hunter’s bunk, Shaak Ti sighs contentedly in her sleep.

Back on Coruscant, within the Jedi Temple, Yoda pauses and quietly smiles.

He looks to Mace Windu “The child is safe, he is.”

Mace, relieved, replies “Eventually...the galaxy will be too.”

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THE AARON WARNER X READER FIC OMLLLLLLLL I NEED PT. 2 PLEASEEE

aaron warner x ferrars!reader pt. 2

aaron warner continues to make way into your life, and it's only a matter of time before you grow fond of him too.

(taken place during unravel me)

continuation of the hcs from this piece!

a/n: hey y'all.... the long awaited pt 2 is finally here. so sorry for the wait, but i had some major writer's block with this at first, and tbh life has been a lil hectic rn with classes n stuff, so thank you for all the love and support on the first headcannons, and thank you for being patient with me! i truly cant express enough how happy i get when you guys compliment my work <3 as usual, hayden is my personal fc, imagine who you like !

side note: i know reader might seem kind of useless at times even tho she has powers, but it's because she doesn't have a full control of her ability yet, still learning how far it goes, and she doesn't have much practice on defensive uses of it, since a lot of her training is about learning about her powers. hope that makes sense LOL. some big events are going to be briefed over bc i didnt wanna bore y’all with stuff you alr read in the book and wanna focus on warner & reader interactions👍

word count: 8.2k

warnings: some plot changes, vague taylor swift reference, mentions of injuries and blood, some violence

after receiving the note, you immediately crumped it and stuffed it into a random drawer with your clothing. you hadn't told a soul about the message, you feared it would only make the implication of meeting warner again true.

thinking about the note was a pipeline to thinking about aaron warner. thinking about him meant flashing back to the last moment the two of you shared.

his lips on yours, his confessions of his infatuation, and of course, the way your shot him in the chest. you hated how the memory was brung a warm and unfamiliar feeling in your chest, especially thinking back to the kiss.

you told yourself it wasn't a big deal. maybe another member at the base decided to play a prank on you, or perhaps it was just an empty threat. there was no way warner knew your location, so there's no need to tell anyone about the silly note.

but to be extra cautious, you laid off going on missions to the outside for a little bit. plus, it forced juliette to interact with people that weren't you on missions when you weren't there.

you went along with your routine as usual, training with castle and kenji, and hanging out with juliette and adam.

you didn't hate castle by any means, but you find his underlying scrutinization of both you and your sister at times to be bothersome. his constant pushy treatment to juliette never sat right with you either, but since he was the leader of omega point - you knew you had to still show respect for him.

although, you started to notice a strain between the couple recently, mostly from adam's side. there was obviously something he was keeping from juliette.

you comforted your sister to the best of your ability, but you knew not knowing was starting to affect her. kenji also seemed to know whatever this secret was, but was adamant on keeping his lips shut.

however, once castle took adam away in the middle of you guys eating lunch, juliette demanded answers since it was obvious adam himself was struggling to reveal it himself.

this time kenji was helpful and guided you and juliette to the research labs. there you both saw castle engaging adam in some sort of tests, and it sent your sister into a fit of rage, mainly aimed at castle. which then resulted in her angrily punch the ground, causing for a large earthquake that shook the entire establishment.

juliette was passed out for three days before waking up. you worried for her endlessly during those days, it was the one of the only times you intentionally listened for her thoughts, to ensure she was alright, but it was scarily silent. you knew adam also was quite worried for juliette, but castle made sure he kept his distance.

after that, her and adam were on some sort of unofficial break up, and you knew better than to get involved. juliette was also now required to join you and kenji in training, which made for a chaotic, but fun trio.

your powers were getting easier to control, you were working on levitating heavier objects every time. you've practiced mental manipulation on insects and small animals, so you had a gist of to what extent you could control a mind. the most you've done so far was send simple commands like jump, sit, move, etc. kenji always offered to be a test subject for this, but you always declined, not liking the thought of possibly controlling the mind of your friend.

now that you could control when to apprehend thoughts, it made it much easier to make friends without disrespecting people's privacy. while sara and sonya were always kind to you, others had made it sort of clear they wanted to keep their distance to prevent their mind from being read by you. being able to now reassure others that their thoughts weren't being heard made it easier for people to approach you.

much like juliette you found new friends in brendan, with an electric ability, and winston, who had a stretchy ability and also designed the suits for both ferrars.

days at omega point were serene for a bit, everyone following routine and members continuing to patrol areas for any threats of the reestablishment. but it was surely disrupted with the arrival of threatening news.

it was in the middle of the night when you were dragged away from your bed by kenji to castle's office; juliette and adam following suite. he claimed it was an urgent matter that required the presence of the four of you.

there, castle revealed the return of the supreme commander, also known as warner's father - that was big news to you and juliette. it explains how warner was able to be out with his men in the sector so often.

however, news worsened when you found out brendan and winston along with emory and ian were taken by the reestablishment during their patrol. at their missing location was left a note, with specific instructions on how to proceed.

you were shaken by this discovery, it had been only less than 24 hours since you had last spoken with either of them, both you and juliette had had breakfast with brendan and winston.

that wasn't even the end of if, castle instructed that all four of you were to go to this meeting destination.

all of you were taken aback by this, you had initially assumed castle would be the one to see the supreme, since has is the leader and all.

adam and kenji were at the head of the protest against this plan, not wanting to easily comply . both you and juliette remained silent, still taking in all the information given.

you without a doubt were ready to head in for the safety of your friends, but you also didn't like the unpredictability of the situation you all could possibly wander into with the commander.

"the two of you may opt out as you like, but i am requesting the aid of both ferrars, seeing as they are the ones very explicitly instructed to see the supreme - a sort of exchange, them for the hostages. "

again, everyone in the room was stunned with confusion. all having the same question, why would he need both sisters there?

you didn't know the room could've possibly erupted into more chaos than right now. adam was now furious, kenji not too far behind with questions of his own.

you couldn't help but think back to the note you found in your pocket, "see you soon." is this what he had meant? had he known this would occur that long ago?

again, you shook the thought from your mind. aaron warner wasn't the one who sent the order, it was the supreme, so it's possible warner will not even be at the location the four of you are suppose to go to.

no need to think about warner, you told yourself. no need to remember how he kissed you with ferocious passionate intent.

with this newfound knowledge, you knew you couldn't back away from this, not when there were lives at stake, and you didn't have to be familiar with the supreme to know he would not hesitate to take the lives of omega point members.

you looked toward juliette to inquire her thoughts about the situation. you understood from the look on her face that she had a similar plan of action to you. a telepathic (without actually reading her mind this time) message was communicated between both of you, making a mutual agreement.

"we'll do it." you announced over the arguing.

castle was pleased with this decision, but immediately adam objected, and even kenji was hesitant for you both to go through with the plan. however, stubborn as ever, both of you committed to your decision.

preparing for the meeting with warner's father was nerve-racking, worried for the safety of your team, and also the hostages. you and everyone knew this had to be some sort of trap set up by the commander, but there wasn't much you could do besides arm yourself and comply.

the four of you were gathered in castle's office. castle made sure all four of you were equipped with necessary gear for the mission, including having weapons with you.

you attire was the same as usual, a red leather corset-styled top, a matching leather coat-like jacket, black pants in a stretchy material, accompanied with black fingerless gloves and black knee-high boots - except now you had the addition of a harness and holsters up your leg to hold any firearms given to you. the coat did well in concealing a lot of the guns.

luckily, you had a good amount of practice with a gun since the warner incident. you were no james bond, as a man kenji liked to reference, but you had enough skill to defend yourself and others in the face of danger.

"why does warner's father need both sisters?" kenji humorously asked castle, "can't we at least keep one of them, one for the reestablishment and one for omega point."

you scoffed with a grin, entertaining the joke. "i'm sorry, who exactly are you willing to sacrifice to the reestablishment kenji?"

"well, with that attitude i'm starting to lean towards you."

castle goes through the plan once more before having to leave with the rest of omega point. they had to be stationed around building near the meeting point before the four of you arrived.

the time finally arrived for all of you to begin the journey to meeting the commander. since you all were traveling on foot, adam and kenji leading the way, you needed to leave at least an hour before the designated time.

adam was able to successfully turn off his protective shield for kenji to make all of you invisible. it made the journey easier; being able to wander through the land unseen.

after kenji misguided you to the wrong house, you all rushed to get to the correct address, 1542 sycamore. with 50 seconds of time, you all arrived.

juliette made the quick decision to tell kenji and adam to stay hidden, that it was better if warner's dad thought we were alone. in the case of an emergency, they could jump in.

kenji and adam gave a few last words of reassurance, before turning back invisible. then, you and juliette stood in front of the door of meeting house, holding hands before entering the house.

warner's dad did the job of opening the door for you both, inviting you inside even though it was more a of demand, and commenting on your impeccable timing.

once inside, you got a good look at the man. you shouldn't be shocked he was also quite handsome since he is warner's father, but you were still thrown back by his unexpected attractiveness.

unfortunately, you didn't take him his appearance for long before he abruptly & forcefully pushed juliette head against the wall behind her, momentarily knocking her out.

you didn't even get to process the action before you were pushed roughly against the wall, the commanders right forearm holding you down by the throat, while his left hand was disarming you.

almost as if acted on instinct, you pushed him back with a scarlet force, sending him back first onto a nearby table.

you took a second to get react, unsure of what happened, before rushing over to your sister. juliette didn't seem to be bleeding, luckily, but you figured she might have a concussion. much to your surprise, she sat up straighter attempting to act unfazed.

you were roughly yanked away by your wrist and away from juliette. you attempted a second self-defense act, but the commander was first and pulled out his gun, pointing it to your sister.

"try anything else, and i'll shoot her before you could blink."

your silence was a sign of defeat. you stood still as he unarmed you, even taking off your coat for good measure.

he released you finally then went on to do the same to juliette, who was still recovering from the slight blackout she faced from the collision with the wall - he repeated the threat to her, gun pointing in your direction this time.

you swore if you made it out of here alive you were going to learn more defensive uses of your powers to never be in a position like this again.

juliette must've been refocused on the task at hand because she starting asking the commander for the location of the hostages.

you stomach dropped when he disclosed his army is equipped and ready to take down any omega point members who are lingering by.

he went on to elaborate his plan to eliminate the "freaks" that made up the rebellion. but what got your heart beating faster was the mention of warner.

he directs his talk to you, "i admit, your sister, juliette, had piqued my interest quite a bit with her ability and history, i'd never paid much more than a glance in your direction. but what really astounded me, was when my son begged me to spare your life." he smiles, in a terrifying manor, "i just had to meet this girl whose bewitched him and spelled him into such a lovesick fool."

you felt physically stuck to your place as you listened. you didn't have to look at juliette to know she was also frozen.

'did aaron really do that?'

he turns in your direction, "i have every intention to use you to teach my son a lesson, and that will just have to include your death much to your misfortune. i really do hate to waste a pretty face." you face pales at the mention of your death.

then he faces your sister, who had taken a sudden step in front of you, "but that doesn't mean the older ferrars has to suffer the same fate and couldn't prove to be useful to join me in the capitol."

"i'd rather jump off a very steep cliff, thanks."

you wanted to laugh at your sister's retort, but you couldn't help but worry that he'd kill her for her denial. you'd rather be the sole target of his persecution than drag your sister down into it as well.

you reminded yourself adam and kenji were still around, they would surely arrive in time before either of you could be dead. you hoped.

the commander, however, does laugh at your sister's rejection, "a stubborn one you are."

"son, would you come in here, please?"

your eyes widen, warner was here this whole time.

you and juliette glanced at the same time, both being shocked at his presence.

when he appears in the doorway, all the memories of the event in his room come back to haunt you.

his face was void of any emotion, but his stare directed intensely toward you.

there was no time for small talk, because warner's father handed him a gun, meant to kill you. he places it in aaron's hand and aiming it to your head, dishing out the command to 'clean up his mess.'

you wouldn't be surprised if he had intentions to shoot you, you quite literally had shot him the last time you'd seen each other.

juliette let out yells of protests, telling warner to put the gun down.

you were preparing ways to defend yourself, mainly involving levitating an object and throwing it at either person with murderous intent toward you. but you weren't sure how you could hide the movement of your hand, and red glow of your eyes, when the attention was all on you.

but you couldn't help solely stare back into aaron's emerald green eyes. you wondered if this would be your last sight before death.

no, you refused to succumb to death like this, you wouldn't give anderson the pleasure.

you stared back into the green eyes, daring him to take a shot. this could be really courageous or terribly stupid.

then in the next instant, the gun had a new target, his father.

his father didn't look too fazed, confident that his son wouldn't shoot him, even patronizing him for it.

you didn't wait to find out if he would go through with it because now that the attention shifted, you could execute your plan of action.

the supreme and warner were both knocked down by the large heavy table being thrown at them. granted, aaron wasn't your target, but it didn't hurt to knock him down in case he intended to shoot you.

juliette took the opportunity to get the firearms the commander has taken at the beginning, and use the gun to shoot him in the leg. both legs. multiple times.

you were about to reel her back, when kenji appeared out of thin air, literally, and held juliette back from further injuring anderson.

suddenly, you remembered warner was still in the room. you looked around to find him passed out on the ground, a syringe, you guessed kenji used, next to him.

kenji tossed you as roped and told you to bound his arms, so, you knelt down on the floor next to him, carefully shifting him to place the rope.

as you did this, you noticed his features closely, how different he seemed unconscious, at peace. it kind of made him more beautiful.

out of your better judgement, you reached out slowly to touch a lock of his blonde hair, soft.

you immediately pulled your hand away when you thought you felt a stir, but you looked back to his face and he was still unconscious.

maybe, if you had looked a little closer you'd notice the ghost of a small smirk on his lips.

"we're going to take this kid hostage."

you were brought to your current situation with that statement.

"wait, what!" kidnapping wasn't on your to-do list for the day.

however, the most shocking news to be said in this room, was when adam dropped the bomb that the supreme command, warner's father, was his dad - making warner his half brother.

in the midst of all this chaos, omega point had already set off the call to attack, and now were battling against the reestablishment.

there was no time to think about events because kenji was rushing everyone out the door to get back to the safe haven.

the four of you needed to a large distraction so castle could draw back before major disaster since anderson was down and you now had taken warner. juliette promptly stepped up with an idea and create a part two of her earth-shattering ability. - which it turned out working really well because you all were able to make contact with castle.

adam and kenji did the heavy lifting of carrying aaron's heavy body while you and juliette had the task of finding a tank for the four of you to head to omega point in.

once that was settled all of you clambered into the tank, kenji taking the wheel and adam acting as second in command - that left you and juliette in the back with warner.

who was currently to the left of you, slumped against the window side of his seat, and juliette being on your right.

you weren't thrilled to have him smushed next to you. not when you were close enough to smell his cologne and feel the outline of his muscles through his jacket.

a part of you thought he would maybe wake up somewhere during the ride, but his eyes remained close. you know because you were staring at him more than you'd like to admit.

you reminded yourself what he had put you and juliette through, the asylum, the imprisonment, and the tests. it was enough to reel you back in and continue your dislike for warner.

although he was asleep, the bumps on the travel to the underground base made for a lot of jolts of movement and in turn caused warner's body to tumble onto you.

his body was heavy, but somehow it was heavier whenever you had to push him back to his side. it was like a force was trying to keep him on there.

his head somehow always slumped into the hair on the crook of your neck, and at some point, you could've sworn you felt him breathe in through his nose, like a sniff. but you wrote it off as the movement of the vehicle.

you must've passed out at a point because when you opened your eyes, you were lying against warner's shoulder.

your face was a flush of scarlet when you realized your position, but luckily juliette was fast asleep, and the two men were occupied in the front, likely going over today's events. thank god.

not long after, you all arrived at the destination and made it out of the tank.

kenji helped pull you out of the tank, not before leaving a teasing comment.

“have a nice nap, did you?”

you ignored him, but your face went red in embarrassment. he would never let you live this down.

you took a rest for a whole day before interacting with anyone. you weren't sure if you could handle any other sudden revelation without rest, especially if it involved warner.

castle came to you and juliette to discuss further the plan with warner and such. and you were reminded of the fact adam and him were technically brothers, which was kept a secret between all four of you still.

then castle gave you both the most ridiculous task; to be in charge of the questioning and occasionally visiting the prisoner. his reasoning being you both were the most acquainted with warner, and he'd be more willing to comply with at least one of you.

you wanted to decline; you didn't understand why castle always sent everyone else to do work for him - but you knew your sister was happy to finally have a real assignment for omega point; she wanted to be useful.

so the following day, you began your "mission." you sisters went to where they were holding warner, a room much like where you and juliette slept, but the difference was it closely guarded, not letting the person inside leave.

you greeted the guards, and they had looked very relieved to see you there. apparently, warner has been less than pleasant as an inmate - throwing things and demanding to speak with you, and they informed him the two of you would be arriving to calm him down.

you stepped into the room and noticed the lack of furniture, probably because he was throwing, then you saw warner sitting on a mattress on the floor, indulging himself in some sort of journal that you didn't get to get a look at before he put it away.

he looks up at your arrival with a grin, "hello amor, a pleasure to see you again at last." he scanned your attire, "i have to say, this new look on you has you looking rather ravishing."

you rolled your eyes, fighting the butterflies because of his comment. "how you manage to be a prisoner and still keep that stupid charm goes beyond me."

"i did say i'd see you soon didn't i?"

juliette gave you a confused glance, you hadn't told her about the note, nor the kiss.

you ignored what he said, trying redirect the conversation. you glanced down at his chest, "nice to see you've healed from the shot, for a moment, i thought i'd killed you."

"takes a lot more to kill me i'm afraid, however, if it's by your hand i'm more than willing to greet death like an old friend."

before you could bite back, juliette interrupted your banter with a cough, meant to serve a reminder to you to stay on task.

"right, forgot you were here juliette, perhaps you'd like to step out so your sister and could properly reunite."

god, you hated his suaveness. you hated it even more when it worked in making your heartbeat pick up.

juliette took charge of the conversation and started asking questions relevant to the establishment, but warner would either change the subject or give vague answers.

you both decided to leave after growing tired of the lack of information. you ignored warner's pleas for the company and walked out.

the next day you both tried again, meeting in from of his room. juliette, however had decided a change of tactics.

"i think you should go in without me."

you turned to her confused. she explained he would likely be more cooperative with your presence alone, his actions from yesterday proving to be in support of that.

you denied it, even if part of you believed it. you weren't sure you were ready to be in a room alone with aaron.

nonetheless, juliette left you to your own devices and rushed off, probably to find adam or kenji, before you could protest further.

you cursed her, but prepared to enter the room in front of you.

aaron was lying down, resting an arm behind his head and using the other to throw and object up and down. once he noticed you he sat up in your direction.

he noticed the lack of presence of juliette, and you could tell he was more than pleased.

"finally, i was starting to think your sister would chaperone us forever."

"don't be so eager to be alone, i could shoot you again."

"and i'd willingly take another bullet if it meant another kiss."

you couldn't help the annoying pink tint on your face that came up with the mention of the kiss.

you changed topic, "how were you able to send me that note?"

he smirked, "well for one, i noticed you after our eyes met briefly during your first time outside in the sector. after that, it was blatantly obvious who you were; that disguise did nothing to hide your gorgeous face, unfortunately for you. and then it wasn't hard to order a civilian to drop the note in your pocket while you were distracted."

you were stunned; you really hadn't thought to think he recognized you. you thought you blended in pretty well on those missions.

"okay, stop distracting me, what are your father's plans."

"hmm, maybe if you ask nicely and give me a kiss - i'd be more willing to comply."

you left shortly after that, knowing you weren't going to get much out from him.

it continued like that for a few days; you'd walk in, try to get information, but then he'd turn it back into a way to flirt with you or bring up the kiss.

this time when you walked in, you saw him reading the journal from the first day, and you were able get a better look at it. it was yours.

"hey, what are you doing with my-"

"dear diary, today i checked out a book from the library, there was a rather intimate scene between the main charact-"

you immediately recognized the writing as your own and strided across the room to aaron to snatch your journal back.

warner was quicker, standing up in a snap, keeping a distance from you as read aloud more pages.

you yelled at him to stop, catching up to him, but now he held the book to the ceiling, making it harder for you to reach because of his tall body.

you, much to your embarrassment, jumped up and down to reach the journal, wanting this humiliation to end.

"aaron, just give it back!"

all of a sudden, aaron stopped his teasing and looked down to you, a lopsided smile on his face.

"you called me aaron."

you eyes opened in horror, you just called him aaron, not warner. and he heard it.

"no. no. i said warner, you misheard." it was a terrible attempt at lying.

he smiles even wider, his dimples prominent. he reaches a free hands to lift your chin.

"please, keep saying my name, i do love how it sounds coming from you."

you felt you were gonna explode from all the emotions you were feeling, the room was getting hotter, and your heart was pounding in your ears.

you couldn't get a solid sentence our without babbling in embarrassment. so you took the coward's way - bolting out the room, abandoning the mission to retrieve your journal.

you avoided visits a few times after that incident, you were still cringing at the flashbacks, it worsened when you also remembered he had the contents of your journal and all the embarrassing things and darkest secrets you'd written inside.

unfortunately, that didn't stop you from running into warner.

you were eating lunch with kenji, he was currently explaining some princess film you'd never seen.

"wait, so how did this girl even find out when her birthday was?"

"well, obviously, mother gothel told her."

"why didn't she just lie about her birthday, or not even tell her what a birthday is?"

"i don't know, i didn't make the script."

"also does the ending mean she has power still, or was it the last of her ma-"

"oh my god, can you shut up and just appreciate the greatness that is tangled!"

"hey! you're the on-"

"well, isn't this a surprise."

you turned to the new voice that entered the conversation. aaron warner stood in front of your table, hands behind his back, and castle behind him, likely guiding him somewhere.

then you remembered your last conversation with the leader and came to the conclusion aaron was on his way to be tested, probably like adam had.

castle remained unaware of the blood shared between the two, but you did let it slip you were unable to read your mind, and he was able to make skin contact with your sister.

"well if it isn't my favorite ex-boss." kenji spoke with a mouthful of food.

aaron ignored kenji, much to kenji's offense. "amor, here have you been these days, you left quite flushed after our intimate moment in my cell."

kenji spat out his food at that last bit.

you body was filled to the brim with utter embarrassment and hate toward the way he phrased his wording to make it seem what it wasn't.

you turned to kenji who was coughing continuously, "nothing even happened!" you gave warner a glare, "stop making it seem so.. so-"

"so what, amor? i'd love to know what you think i meant by intimate."

"you are so insufferable."

castle then dragged warner along to the testing area. you couldn't deny you weren't curious to find out if he shared a gift similar to adam.

you were planning to engage with warner the next day, but his guards had come up to you during your training session demanding your presence because apparently warner was in a fit of rage.

worried, you rushed over. entering the room, warner was sitting against the wall, face in his hands. the room was in disarray, broken items of what was already so little, scattered all over the room. even his floor mattress had been tossed.

he barely acknowledged you, so you took it upon yourself to kneel down in from of him, silently asking what happened.

"castle..he told me it's possible i have an... ability. he told me i could change," he laughs humorlessly, "that there was potential for me to be.. different... possibly better."

you stayed silent, unsure of how to respond, as he bitterly ranted about his talk with castle.

"what do you think?”

“what?”

“do you believe i can change? i’d love to know what your opinion is on this, amor.”

you weren’t sure how to respond. “i believe… everyone can choose what they want to be. it’s up to them to decide, even if everyone tell tried to tell you who you are.”

this time, he was the one silent, looking down at his lap, likely in thought.

you took the chance to take in his attire; some black sweatpants, grey socks, and no shirt.

you probably would’ve been flustered to see him shirtless if you didn’t notice some peculiar marks peaking from his shoulder.

silently, you slowly crept to the side of aaron, still distracted. you slide far enough to get a good few of his back.

you internally gasped. his back was littered with lines of scarring - likely whipped. your stomach churned at the thought.

you also notice a big tattoo in the upper middle of his back, in all caps ‘IGNITE’.

you must’ve said it out loud because aaron’s head whipped in your direction. he turned his back away from you once he noticed where your stare was directed.

“no need to say anything, i already know how hideous it looks.”

unsure how to respond, you blurt the first thing out of your head - “i think they look cool. kind of like an abstract piece of art.”

yeah, comforting people wasn’t your forte.

luckily, aaron seemed intrigued by your statement. so you took the chance to request something further.

“can i touch your, erm, back?”

aaron was hesitant for a few moments, but then sighed and turns his back toward you.

you delicately pressed your fingers along the canvas of his back. you could feel every ridge and texture of each scar as your fingers glided over.

aaron flinched at first content, then progressively & visibly melted into your touch.

“why ‘ignite’?”

“why not?” you really hated his vagueness.

an idea popped into your head. you pulled a pen out of your jacket pocket, testing it on your own skin a few times before you started drawing lines on aaron’s skin.

“amor, what are you doing?”

“hang on.” he could feel the ink of the pen etched on his back.

“you know, my original plan was to seduce you with my perfect abs, but i guess luring you with my scars works as well.”

“shut up.” but you were smiling while saying it.

you finished connecting a few lines, “there, perfect.”

"i think you've forgotten i dont have the neck of a giraffe to twist around."

"oh, my bad." you said sheepishly. "do you have a mirror?"

"i did, then i broke it. pieces should be in a corner somewhere."

you mentally scolded his carelessness.

you managed to find a piece big enough for him to see your creation upon his skin.

"i drew a star." you wanted to facepalm at how silly it sounded.

star was a bit of a stretch, you connected lines scarred on his bank to form a lopsided and wonky-shaped star.

he just stared at it, not uttering a word. you moved to try to wipe off the mark, but he grabbed your wrist before you could.

"no," he grins, "i adore it. do more of them."

you did. it was a whole galaxy of stars embedded on him.

he stayed mute as he watched you through the shard of mirror while you doodled, but suddenly he spoke and gave you details as to what his knew of his father's plans and the location of brendon & winston.

"why are you suddenly telling me this, why now?"

"it's what your here for, isn't it."

you rushed over to castle immediately and repeated everything aaron told you. he thanked you for the information before he called in others to draw up a plot of attack. you all were to leave immediately the next day.

castle called a meeting in the lunch hall a few hours later; everyone at omega point was gathered there.

he briefed them on the commander's plans or what the plan was supposed to be so far. of course, people were suspicious of this information coming from warner, not trusting him at all; not that you could blame them.

"he's immune to both of the ferrars abilities, he can touch juliette with no issue and y/n can't get into his head. after this reveal, we did some test, and we've come to find out he's gifted like the rest of us."

the room exploded in chaos, gasps, yells, and protests coming from all different directions. a lot of ongoing looks toward your table. castle raised his voice to calm everyone down.

you and juliette didn't stick around long after, for one you already knew the information being given , and two, the stares and questions were getting annoying and uncomfortable.

however, adam shortly followed the two of you out, desperate to speak to juliette, and you knew why - warner being able to touch her.

they began talking intensely as if you weren't there. you watched from the sidelines as juliette explained her side and adam getting more frustrated.

you butted in at a point, you felt bad for the guy, but your sister came first. “adam, maybe it's best you leave to cool down.”

but your voice of reason only irritated him. “how about you stop inserting yourself into your sister’s affairs and let her speak for herself.”

"what is your issue?"

"this is between juliette and i; she doesn't need you speaking for her."

"you hypocrite, that's what you're doing right now!"

"why don't you go fraternize with warner, that's all you seem to be doing these days." adam venomously spat at you.

as if the mention of his name made him appear, warner's presence made it known. he stepped in front of you, dividing you and adam who got closer as the argument headed.

"kent, you've really got an attribute for being infuriating and vexing."

that set off the fire for an intense standoff between the two. adam, already mad at aaron, started the verbal feud.

it got so heated, kenji inserted himself between the two - trying to stop the commotion. you even grabbed aaron's arm to pull him away.

it was all happening so quick; one moment, they were shooting insults back and forth, the next instant kenji was dropping to the floor clutching his head in pain.

juliette immediately called out for help, finding castle, who brought in sonya and sara to take kenji to the medic.

adam and juliette went trailing after them, but you stayed there stunned. what did you do?

you had a flashback to the experiment - kenji reacting, in the same manner, those soldiers had after you freaked out.

you felt extremely horrible for kenji and you prayed he would be alright.

but you hadn't intended to hurt kenji nor did you exert any force in using your powers. you had better practice with your energy, so it didn't make sense.

aaron, still beside you, reached out to you - but you instinctively took a step back. you weren't sure what was happening to you, and the last thing you wanted was to hurt someone else accidentally.

"probably better you stay back," you looked down at your hands in fright, "i don't have control right now, i'm don't even understand how i did that to kenji."

"because amor, you didn't injure him. i did."

your confusion only deepened with that. then he brought back the mention of his gift, and you put the puzzle pieces together as he spoke.

"so you can basically can absorb someone else's power and use it?"

"a little more complicated than that. i can sense people's energy, like right now i know you're confused and worried for your friend, but also scared of yourself for what you did, or thought you did."

he elaborated, saying he unintentionally manifested your energy when you touched him. when kenji grabbed his arm, in an attempt to pull him away, that was when he projected the energy on him and hurting him in the process.

"wait, so does that mean you have my ability to read minds too?"

"hmm, i haven't given it a chance," he smirks at you "would you like to be my test subject?"

"absolutely not."

later that night, you check with sara and sonya on kenji's condition. they informed you that he was alright, but just needed some rest. after, you met up with castle in his office, finalizing plans for the morning - the beginning of the battle.

before you said goodbye, you had a question that had been crossing your mind.

"why do you trust ar-, er, warner, what's to say he won't turn his back."

"well, i guess i can't say for sure that he won't. i just have to have faith in mr. warner that he will make the right decision for himself. and with your added presence, i'm sure he's more open to that than ever."

"what do you mean?"

"surely you realize he's in love with you. he's even told me himself."

"he..he told you he was in love with me?"

"yes, just after i was discussing his gift with him." he said it like it was the most casual thing.

you stayed to chat briefly after. you directly headed to aaron's room, no longer littered with guards since he was considered a "member." you were able to walk in with no issue.

aaron hadn't been asleep yet when you got there, he was sitting up on his bed, which had a frame now, reading a book.

you didn't give him a chance to react to your sudden intrusion before you started speaking.

"why would you tell castle you're in love with me"

he furrowed his brows, but you kept going - you were set on getting answers.

"how could you just.. say something like that, what is your motive? are you trying to get to me?"

"amor, calm down. i have no motive." he said, standing up and walking toward you.

"then why would you even say that."

"isn't it clear?" he gets nears, a hand going to cradle the underside of your face, "i meant what i said."

"you can't love someone you barely know."

"but that's just it. i do know you. i've read your mind on paper, and experienced you for myself the moment i met you. i know that you hate to be wrong, you want to clench your first when you lie, although juliette is older by a bit - you feel the need to protect her, you're afraid of the dark, but never admit it, you hate yourself for loving your powers, and you want so badly to be accepted here because of your lonely childhood. shall i go on?"

you were flabbergasted by his word, and you couldn't even deny that they weren't true.

"how do you know this?"

"because, as my dear father put it, it seem you've bewitched me, my mind, and my body."

then he kissed you. and you let him.

and you very much liked it.

it was a longing, messy, kiss - he had you against the wall, lifted by your hips to his height. you wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him deeper, not letting any thoughts or worries flow from you for the moment.

the doors opened. "y/n? are you her-" then a gasp.

you recognized the voice - juliette.

you immediately panicked and pushed aaron away, attempting an explanation yo your sister, but she was already turning her feet and running away.

you gave warner a glance before you ran off in her direction.

you caught up to her, "juliette, please, wait!"

she abruptly stopped her feet and turned to you, "what are you doing y/n? kissing warner, are everything he's done!"

"it's just... i didn't... it's not like-" you struggled to put it into words.

"so what, you- you like the guy who kidnapped us? the one who shot a guy in front of us. experimented - borderline tortured us? he made me hurt a child, y/n. a child! and now you're making out with him."

you were at a loss for words, tears starting to build up at her harsh words.

"you're an idiot if you think you could love him, and even stupider to think a cold heartless person like him could love you. and i won't have anything to do with you if you keep him in your life." and with that she waked off, leaving you in the hall.

you didn't go back to warner after your fight, nor did you go back to your room immediately. you shamefully found an empty closet to cry into for a while. once you were able to breathe normally, you went back to the shared room - luckily everyone was fast asleep.

by morning, everyone was preparing for the rescue of brendan and winston. you and juliette exchanged no words; you attempted - but was shut down every time. she had never been this mad at you. so you just suited up and went to find kenji. kenji sensed the tension between you sisters, but didn't push for information.

you came to found out from castle, aaron warner was gone - he escaped omega point. likely on his way to the reestablishment.

you didn't want to focus on why a part of you was hurt when you heard that.

the battle was not a scene for the light-hearted - anderson's men had already begun gathering civilians and spewing blood. if you didn't have a strong stomach, you'd already be spilling your guts.

midway through dodging bullets and soldiers, you felt a shift in the already dire environment. there was something wrong, and you sensed it.

you urged kenji you felt the need to return to omega point - there was something wrong. he wasn't too convinced by your vague intuition, so you sought off on your own, doing your best to avoid the battlefield.

you ran into juliette at some point, not caring for your argument at the moment, and told her your inkling. she also brushed you off, telling it wasn't a time for your dramatics.

even with no support, you went back - you couldn't ignore this feeling.

you were maybe 200 ft away from omega point when it happened. bombs were dropped on the territory - causing the destruction of the building and any remaining members who stayed behind.

the explosion was powerful - even from where you were standing, it sent you both painfully flying back. you blacked out before you could react to the tragic ending of omega point.

you regained consciousness after consecutive kicks to your ribs and a voice telling you to wake up.

in front of you stood a crippled anderson, standing with he support of a cain. his composure was calm, but you could see the hatred behind his eyes.

you painfully stood up, surveying the area. you were in a house - similar to the one from last time.

you felt weak, dizzy, and the world was a bit blurry. you were leaning on a mantle to support your standing.

"ah, the fatigue your feeling would be my own fault. had those lovely sisters inject you with something. it will incapacitate you enough that you won't be a threat. can't have you flipping tables again."

you were barely registering his words, but when he mentioned sisters it gave you a bit of a jump start. he had sara and sonya.

your words felt faint, but you demanded to know where they were. he assured you they were unharmed, but it did nothing to ease you.

midway your conversation, warner enters the room - shocked to see you there. you probably would've reacted if you weren't so dosed on drugs.

"now that we have this reunion out the way, i'm going to be generous, something you ought to appreciate. you can tell me where your sister is and where the rest of your band of freaks are. you can aid me in destroying them and only after will i grant you the mercy of joining the reestablishment."

"what do you want with juliette?"

"she did this to me," he gestured to his legs, "and now i want my compensation."

no matter the situation with your sister, you'd never give her up.

"go to hell."

he sighs, "a disappointment once again, miss ferrars." he turns to his son, "this is why it's important i teach you this very valuable lesson son."

warner goes rigid, "what do you mean?"

warner pull out his shotgun, "justice, should always be served - even if it has to be by your own means."

then you were shot right in the chest.

you blacked out, then started slipping in and out of consciousness. all you remember is blood spilling from you at a rapid pace, and aaron crouched in front of you.

you remember voices - aarons, sara, and sonya's talking in rushed voices - then it was only aaron.

"hey cmon, amor, stay with me."

"wow... getting in the chest really sucks. i feel really bad about shooting you now." you spoke deliriously.

"it's alright, i just need you to hold on a little longer." his voice strained, holding back anguish.

but you didn't; you passed out, your last thoughts hoping juliette would throw you a nice funeral, enough though she was upset at you.

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