The Aftermath Is Secondary

Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance or their respective Killjoys. I do, however, have OCs in here that are based upon, and shared, by myself, my good friends, and some of my fellow members of fanfiction net. Please, if for any reason, you would like to use these characters for your own works, drop me a pm and let me know ^_^~

Author's Note: This fic is a direct continuation from my last fic, titled 'Memory'. So please, if you haven't already read it, spare a moment to read (and review) before continuing onto this story as it will make more sense that way ^_^~
Also the Killjoy fics I am currently working on are on par with another fanfiction net author, Wolfbane17. Please check out her fics, 'Five Times Someone Saved Party Poison' as well as her current work in progress "Keep Running" as there are intertwining plots that occur in both of our fanfictions.
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Chapter One

"We got here as soon as we could!" Lady Luck announced loudly as she practically ran through the doors of the Zone Six Diner. "We've got some medical supplies too. The stuff that Red asked for over the radio whilst we were waiting for Biscuit to come and pick us up." The wavy haired Killjoy gestured over her shoulder at Mercurial Crash as the other Zone Seven Killjoy entered the Zone Six base, her arms filled with various pieces of gauze, antiseptic and a couple of sterile packets.

Casting a brief glance back over her shoulder at Space Biscuit as the pink haired Killjoy exited her old military jeep, Mercurial Crash's grey-blue eyes were filled with concern as she looked back towards the tall blonde standing before her. "Where is she, Kobra?"

Said tall blonde shifted uncomfortable in his place before he nodded his head over his shoulder. "Party insisted on letting her stay in his room," he replied. "Don't ask me why. Usually, he doesn't even let us into his quarters." Kobra Kid was glad that his eyes were well-hidden behind his sunglasses: Lady Luck did not have to see that he was avoiding eye contact with her. Not after he saw the flash of slight envy in her eyes that Party Poison had let a female Killjoy into his room. However, given the circumstances...

"Do you think he would mind if I dropped these supplies off to him?" Mercurial Crash used her head to gesture towards the medical supplies in her arms. "Or maybe I could give them to Jet Star or Little Red if that would be less... intrusive?"

"I'm sure Party won't mind," Kobra Kid quirked a small smirk. "And I think you'll find that both of our medics are occupying our fearless leader's now-not-so-private room," he pointed down past the serving counter, towards the dimly-lit, narrow corridor. "Third door on the right. Just knock before entering. Even though he has guests, my brother's still somewhat possessive about his room."

Mercurial Crash nodded her head with a rather unnerved smile before she followed Kobra Kid's directions, disappearing down the corridor beyond the old diner counter. The blonde Killjoy watched her leave before he turned his attention back to Lady Luck.

"C'mon, Luck," Kobra Kid stepped towards her, patting her shoulder. "It's not like there's anything sinister going on in there. Besides, I think you should know that Party was married before all of this kicked off. Y'know, 'this' being all this crap with BL/Ind."

Lady Luck seemed to freeze in place before she looked up at him with a pout. "What are you trying to imply?"

Kobra Kid let out a small sigh, once again thankful that his sunglasses were in place to hide the rolling of his eyes. "Give it up, Luck. I'm just trying to tell you nicely that it's unlikely that things will happen where Party's concerned. He's married and he had a kid. And he had to watch as they were both executed before his own eyes. Even though they're gone, he's still tied to them. To both of them."

Lady Luck was silent for a moment before she gave a small snort. "What makes you think I like him like that anyway?" The tone of her voice was not as confident as usual. Glancing up at Kobra Kid again, she could already read his silent answer just by his posture. "Fine," she shrugged her shoulders. "Thanks for the heads up, I guess."

"Hey! Anyone seen Ghoul?" Space Biscuit's cheerful voice echoed slightly as she entered the main section of the diner. She came to an abrupt stop as she regarded Kobra Kid and Lady Luck. "Uhm, am I missing something?"

The two Killjoys glanced over their shoulder at the pink haired Zone Seven Killjoy before they quickly shook their heads, stepping away from each other. Kobra Kid cleared his throat, straightening out his jacket. "I think Ghoul's round the back with Dropout, Venom and Missile Kid."

"Playing mechanic again?" Space Biscuit wondered aloud.

"Most probably," Kobra Kid grinned. "Feel free to go out back and join him. I'm sure he'd love the added crazy company."

The pink haired Killjoy's face lit up and she gave Kobra Kid a thumbs up. "Cool. Thanks, Kobra," her smile wavered to a more neutral expression. "Though, I wouldn't mind checking up on someone on the way, if that's okay?"

Kobra Kid gave a small nod of his head. "Might be a little crowded in Party's room but I'm sure it should be alright."

Space Biscuit gave an acknowledging nod of her head before she made her way out from the main party of the diner and down the dimly-lit corridor, nearly bumping into Mercurial Crash on the way. The pink haired Killjoy looked up at the brunette, trying to read the emotions on her face. However, giving the general mood of the Zone Seven Killjoys at present, Space Biscuit was feeling too tired to think into psychological and emotional signs.

"How's she doing?" asked Space Biscuit, keeping her voice low.

"You're probably better asking Jet or Red," Mercurial Crash replied. "They'd know more about things than me," she let out a weary sigh before looking at the pink haired Killjoy in front of her. "How are you feeling, Biscuit? I mean, you were there and all..."

"Well, I didn't see exactly what happened," Space Biscuit frowned. "All I saw was the aftermath. And it was... disturbing to say the least. I mean, I've never seen her in a state like that before. It was frightening," she ran a hand through her short, pink hair, ruffling it a little, shaking out some of the desert sand that had been caught in the strands. "Think I'll be alright to go in there and see her?"

"I don't see why not," Mercurial Crash offered a warm smile to the Zone Seven second-in-command. "Just remember to knock before entering," she managed a small chuckle. "Must be a Zone leader thing."

Despite how she was feeling, Space Biscuit managed a small, grateful smile. "Duly noted," she slipped past her fellow Killjoy and moved towards Party Poison's room, pausing in front of it, her knuckles poised inches away from the door. "Hey, Crash?" she glanced over her shoulder at the brunette, making sure that her friend had acknowledged her before she offered a small smile. "Thanks, Crash."

Space Biscuit watched as Mercurial Crash gave her a warm smile and a silent nod of 'don't mention it' before the brunette turned and headed back down the corridor that lead to the main party of the diner. Once Mercurial Crash was out of sight, Space Biscuit let out a small sigh, closing her eyes for a moment. Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm herself, she opened her green-brown eyes, straightening up her posture where she stood. The short, sharp rapping of her knuckles against the door sounded almost foreign to her ears. Hardly anybody used the polite custom of knocking before entering these days, though the mental images of a bunch of Dracs knocking on a closed door before raiding a place made the corners of her lips twitch upwards in a faint smirk. The moment of idle amusement was quickly banished as the door in front of her seemed to disappear as it was suddenly jerked inwards and opened, causing the pink haired Killjoy's heart to seemingly leap up into her throat with fright.

Green-brown eyes regarded her with concern.

"Space Biscuit, you alright?"

Said pink haired Killjoy let out the breath she was almost unaware that she had been holding in, visibly relaxing.

"Jeez, you scared the living daylights out of me," she huffed as she glanced at the red haired Killjoy standing there. "So, uhm, can I come in?"

Party Poison replied her question by opening the door a little wider and stepping out of the way, allowing the Zone Seven Killjoy to step into the room. The pink haired Killjoy could tell that the Zone Six leader might be starting to regret letting his room out for his wounded friend. She looked up at him with a lop-sided expression of her own as she shut the door behind her as quietly as she could. "I won't stay long," she told the red haired Killjoy. "I know you'd probably like your own private space back asap."

"It's fine," Party Poison gave a small, dismissive wave of his hand. "I know she'd have probably done the same if our places were traded."

Space Biscuit managed a small smile before she glanced over to the bed. She let out another sigh. "I was hoping she would be awake by now," she frowned. "How's she doing anyways?"

"Couple of broken ribs. She's lucky she didn't puncture a lung," Little Red exhaled, rubbing at her eyes. "Jet and I managed to relocate her shoulder," the Zone Seven Killjoy shook out her waist-length red and black layered hair and gave a small snort of amusement. "Biscuit, I think I'll let you be the one to tell her to take things easy with her shoulder for a couple of weeks. Y'know, just in case she does anything reckless and pops it out of place again," another small sigh. "And we've dressed the ray gun wound as best as we could. Luckily, it didn't look that deep. Just a superficial, but I'll keep an eye on it. Make sure it heals alright and doesn't get infected."

Space Biscuit gave a small nod of understanding, reaching a hand out to pat Little Red's shoulder. "Thanks, Red," she said with an appreciative tone of voice. "You look tired, Red. Why don't you get your head down for a while?" she glanced back behind the Zone Seven medic, a wry smile upon her face. "Looks like Jet Star's already tuckered himself out."

Little Red glanced over her shoulder, regarding said Zone Six Killjoy. Jet Star had fallen asleep in the chair by the desk in the room, snoring lightly. Little Red could not help but smile and give an amused snort at the sight of the slumbering Zone Six medic.

"I guess a short nap wouldn't hurt," Little Red stretched her arms in the air before running them through her hair again, pausing only to massage out some kinks in her neck and shoulders. "I mean, that is if our hosts from Zone Six don't mind..." she added as she glanced between the sleeping Jet Star and the idle Party Poison.

At her words – and silent request – the Zone Six leader nodded his head before he jerked his thumb in the vague direction of the main area of the diner. "I'm sure Kobra can sort you out with a bed," Party Poison gave Little Red a warm smile. "And if for whatever reason he doesn't offer you his room, send him in my direction."

"Will do! Thanks, Party." Little Red laughed in response, however a part of her felt slightly worried. Not for her though; for Kobra Kid. The Zone Seven medic figured that Party Poison could be pretty terrifying when provoked. Maybe lack of hospitality to fellow Killjoys was a flashpoint for the red haired Killjoy.

With another grateful thanks towards the Zone Six leader, Little Red stretched again and headed for the door.

"Oh! I'll be back later to check up on her." Little Red informed the other Killjoys in the room.

"Don't worry about it," Party Poison waved a hand. "Get the rest you need. If we have any problems, we'll wake Jet. That being said, I'm sure she'll be fine. Like you, Fiend just needs some rest."

"Thanks, Party." Little Red gave a weary smile, pulling the door open and disappearing through it.

Space Biscuit waited for the soft click of the door shutting before she let out a sigh, leaning back against a nearby wall, closing her eyes for a moment before rubbing her temples with her fingers. It was not long before she felt a pair of gentle hands on her shoulders. Opening her eyes, Space Biscuit found herself looking into green-brown eyes.

"You doing alright, Biscuit?" Party Poison regarded the Zone Seven Killjoy with a concerned expression.

The pink haired Killjoy swallowed and nodded her head slightly. "It's a lot to take in at once, Party. That's all," she replied quietly. "I'll be alright. I have to look out for the others until Fiend is back on her feet again."

"Just try not to push yourself to the point of burnout like Fiend has a tendency to do," Party Poison snorted lightly, giving a roll of his eyes. "The others are capable of looking after themselves too. Don't forget that."

"I know," Space Biscuit heaved a long sigh, reaching into one of the pockets of her combat trousers, pulling out the metallic item in there. She stared at the silver dog tags before holding them up for Party Poison to see. "I just can't help but have a feeling of foreboding, y'know?" she did not take her eyes off the two metal plates dangling from the silver chain looped around her index and middle fingers. "It's almost as if all of this had been planned."

A lop-sided expression crossed Party Poison's face as he gave Space Biscuit's shoulders a gentle squeeze. "We can't say anything for sure right now, Biscuit," he said, keeping his voice as calm and reassuring as he could – mostly for Space Biscuit's sake, but also partly for his own. The recent events had left even him feeling a little perplexed. "All we can do is take things one step at a time."

The pink haired Zone Seven Killjoy seemed to chew on Party Poison's words for a couple of minutes before she nodded her head slowly. "You're right, Party," she said quietly, her eyes still on the dog tags that were suspended in her hold. "I guess I just need time to clear my head," she cast a glance at her best friend, still resting on Party Poison's bed. "Hey, Party, when-"

"When Fiend wakes up, I'll be sure to let you know," the red haired Zone Six Killjoy flashed her a warm smile. "Don't worry, Biscuit. I'll keep an eye on her. Promise."

"Thanks, Party," Space Biscuit flashed Party Poison her own grateful smile. "I really appreciate it. And I'm sure Fiend will feel the same way too. When she wakes up." She gently removed one of the Zone Six Killjoy's hands from her shoulder, placing her other hand against his, pressing the dog tags into his palm. "Give these to Fiend when she wakes up, okay? She'll probably want them back for safe keeping. And if I know her, she will want to keep them with her until she can give them back to Sonic Zombie."

Party Poison held Space Biscuit's green-brown gaze for a moment before he nodded understandingly. "I'll keep them safe until she wakes up. You can count on me."

"You don't have to confirm that, Party," Space Biscuit smiled. "You and the other Zone Six Killjoys are our most trusted comrades," she moved away from him and towards the door. "I'll be out back with the others if you need me."

Party Poison gave another nod of his head, watching the pink haired Killjoy leave. Once he heard the door shut with a small click, he exhaled, tucking the dog tags into his jacket pocket. He would honour Space Biscuit's request and keep the precious item safe until the Zone Seven leader had woken up.