A/N: Welp, here it is finally. Finally in progress, after being lazily put off for awhile now... Bare with me, there's some recap in the story, just to establish some things to make it a Season 5 AU. :)
Disclaimer: Sadly, Vince Gilligan's character do not belong to me, I simply love writing within his universe and using his characters.~
CHAPTER 1-
A growing sensation.
That was what Blue Sky exactly was. Tales of and its existence spread quickly enough across the streets ever since its introduction onto the scene.
It seemed almost legendary within its own right.
All sorts of people wanted their hands on the finest meth available—and the heart of it was of course from the Southwestern Coast of the United States.
It absolutely stumped officials on where its precise location of origin was, though they did have one particular detail-
Heisenberg.
The name of the meth cook from that very area.
The name struck awe, fear, curiosity, excitement and many other emotions- but most importantly, it was well known.
It was EXACTLY what Heisenberg had wanted in the long-run, and the human race was feeding right into it, his ego.
A very select few people had actually met the man—and even fewer probably knew his full name and identity. The fewer even knew his main reasoning for even getting into the drug trade-
Cancer.
Though the sympathy would probably end there if the world knew, because along with the notorious purity of Blue Sky, were also gruesome rumors—and downright violent ones too involving the male.
The biggest—yet the most speculated one—was the one of the murder of a highly successful drug kingpin, none the other than Gustavo Fring.
Yet, it downright chilled people, despite its potentiality to be false.
But oh, it was so true.
Such heightened times were past now however- and everyone went their separate ways since the fall of the fall of Los Pollos Hermanos. Some joining other operations, some simply going wherever else.
However, Heisenberg was one of those people too-
Branching off entirely into his own kind of operation.
Filling in the spots of cook and kingpin, he had complete control now over his product.
Finally.
It was just another day for the cook though-
The Vamonos Pest truck drove down the street; the people in its surroundings were utterly oblivious to the illegal doings within its homes. Children laughed and ran around, unknowingly letting the truck screech slightly unharmed and unbothered, and pull up to the curb.
The doors slammed, and Heisenberg himself stepped out with his partner.
Todd paused, watching a child bounce a ball a couple of houses down, which made the glasses wearing man pause.
''Todd…'' He called—briefly remembering when Todd acted impulsively after their train robbery.
Ah well.
That was in the past, no use dwelling on it, was there?
''—Come on, we've got a lot of work to do.'' Walt finally got out, continuing.
''Uh—Right. Yeah.'' Todd simply said, turning away his head and followed the other man.
Slipping inside quite quickly, as usual they've found their nicely set up tent. Both quickly changed—and soon enough were in their hazmat suits.
''Ready?...'' Walt's cold eyes met Todd's own.
''You know it.'' The other having a slight smile on his face, as Walt stepped inside first.
Outside-
Outside showcased just how much poison was being produced, and smoke came quickly out of the house-
Eventually the time of a mid-afternoon came quickly, and both men were sitting on their usual couch, watching TV.
''So Mr. White….''
''…Yes?'' The druglord lifted an eyebrow, looking over to Todd.
''How much longer do we gotta still cook in these houses?''
The older took a sip of his beer. ''…A little while longer. The bigger labs plan is still—'' A pause, a hitch. A slight show of memory where Skyler had confronted him about all of his made money popped in his mind.
He pushed it out. No use on thinking on it. ''—In motion.'' He finally completed.
Last week, and a week ago, his wife had pointed out on just how much he's made in the last three months. He was almost tempted to quit, but-
But no.
He had come to the decision that he wouldn't, all because of a specific event.
Just a couple of days ago, he had been so sure of Skyler's wish to come true of his cancer coming back, but it hadn't….
Just those couple of days ago…
Tense.
That's what the ever-so-deciding kingpin was feeling right in that moment. It was strange—because he thought he had been thoroughly cold for awhile now.
Then again, cancer was always a nasty thing to be thrown into anyone's face.
Fingers drummed against the chair's armrest-
Skyler hadn't bothered to come along with him. They had been too estranged lately, though she in a way was anxious as he was for the news.
His eyes darted around, observing the people within the waiting room of the clinic, husbands and wives clinging to each other—as he felt a slight pang from it…
A slight pang of regret that he and Skyler didn't feel that way anymore.
Well, kind of.
She still laid next to him and went sleep next to him, effectively giving him company, but… he felt underappreciated by his family for all the work's he's done for them.
Especially from Skyler, since she knew the basics of what he did.
A sudden grip now to the armrest, a hard one.
She should have come to, at least, somewhat accept it. He put a lot of effort into his illegal manufacturing, both enjoying it and providing.
A sudden muffled voice coming to interrupt his thoughts.
His head jolted up as he furrowed his brows. ''…Excuse me?''
''Walter? Walter White?''
A nod. ''That's me.''
''Come with me, please.'' The nurse gave a smile—a critical thing to supply within the medical field, no matter the outcome of anything. A simple gesture to keep people uplifted.
Walt nodded, following and slightly adjusted his coat.
This was it-
The moment where he decided on whether or not to continue cooking.
Anxiety attempted to rise up-
For a brief moment, he noticed a fly outside of the window...
''Walter?''
His mind snapped away from the insect, eyes now fixated onto the doctor before him, who motioned him to sit down, which he did a bit slowly.
''So what's the news?'' Walt pressed on.
The doctor hummed, as he shuffled through a few papers. A pile which had multiple patients' names on—detailing whichever ailment cause each person.
A danger of sorts that loomed heavily over some people's heads.
A relief for others.
''…WELL?'' The former teacher said, breaking the slight silence in between the two.
The doctor chuckled. ''I don't blame you… It's…'' His tone turned a little somber. ''—been a heavy year for you, Walt.''
The 51 year old nodded quickly. It had been, cancer and other things. But thrilling. ''….Yeah.'' Was all he could think to say.
The doctor blew out a sigh. ''That's… sadly life sometimes….'' He said sympathetically, before digging out Walt's papers.
''Let's see here….'' Walt's heart jumped into his throat.
This was the moment of truth.
A grin split across the doctor's face- A positive sign. It seemed to relax the drug dealer quite a bit, at least in a sense.
''…You're still in remission, Walt.''
A certain weight lifted off the man's shoulders- he could still cook, still enjoy his lifestyle that he had chosen around a year ago.
Though, it meant he still had to manipulate Skyler….
And it seemed increasingly difficult to do so. He was starting to lose control over her, at least somewhat. Ever since after the murder of Gus, things had been different in between them.
Fuck.
Back in the present, the relaxing cook took a large gulp of his beer.
And there it is! Now, I know Hank's discovery is around this time, per the show... But think I'm either going to mention it, or just... work past it. Whichever. Want do you think I should do?
I hope you guys are enjoying this so far! :)
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