Ahhh, Deep Space Nine and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Two of my favorite TV shows. This fic is probably to make up for the lack of Star Trek media on my profile now that Amberstar has posted Siblings on her own profile. A least back then, I got SOME credit for the thing. *Sigh*

Now, I'll only be known as that weirdo who writs death scene for characters that people have never heard of.

OH WELL! ^^

All The Strange, Strange Creatures

A man sat in the hospital. He was trying not to cry. His wife was well on her way, it would be about an hour now until her shuttle landed.

So he sat here, his face buried in his hands, too shocked and grief-stricken to even cry. Twelve hours ago, he had had everything; a perfect son, a loyal brother, two beautiful nephews who would never shed a single tear in their entire lives, and the woman he would love forever and always.

Now, his perfect son might die, his loyal brother lay lifeless, his two beautiful nephews were weeping in their mothers' arms, and the woman he would love forever and always was hundreds of light-years away.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor echoed through the hall where he sat, just outside the ER. Inside there, somewhere, his little boy was either dying or being saved. Whichever way it ended, it would be the total end for the whole family; there was no way they could afford a funeral, let alone two, or to pay for maybe months of medical treatment. Not after dumping all their lives savings into Julian's genetic enhancements, not to mention paying the surgeons in the ER to keep quite about it.

To put it short, this man's-and his family's-lives were done no matter how this played out. If Julian lived, he would probably be taken from their custody once it was made too obvious that the family could no longer support themselves. And once that happened, they would change Julian's doctors; then the new doctor would notice the irregularities in the boy's brain...then it would all be over completely.

Everything.

The heels stopped clicking, and he heard someone sit down next to him.

"Mr. Bashir, I am so very sorry for your loss." a female voice said gently. He lifted his head to look at the woman, tall, thin, with dark hair and a red and black flower print dress.

"What do you want?" he rasped, anger boiling under his skin.

"Your brother was a dear friend to me; to everyone at Sanctuary. He was the heart of the place. There was even some talk of him succeeding Allin as leader-"

"I don't care about your damned little 'society', Ammata." he spat, cutting her quite voice off."None of this would have happened if it weren't you lot! Because of you, my brother is dead, and my son is dying. You can all go jump out an airlock for all I care."

She looked at him sadly, a frown creasing her elegant features.

"You said it yourself; we needed to know, for sure. What happened was inconceivable; we didn't know that the shuttle would crash. Your brother was certain that Julian was still one of us, even with his engineering. He believed that it was time for your son to know the truth. If there is anyone who is at fault here, it is his, for thinking-" she was soon cut off again as he leapt up from his chair, exploding with rage.

"Don't. You. Dare. Suggest that this was Reg's fault. You are the ones who insisted that he be taken to Sanctuary to be tested, you're the ones who kept denying my son was a Descendant. If you had agreed to the tests in the first place, Reg wouldn't have been on that shuttle today. Now, because of you, our lives are over. If my son lives, we won't be able to pay his medical bills; if he dies, we won't be able to even afford a plot for his grave. You have destroyed my family!" he yelled at her. She sat, looking at him calmly.

"We can pay for Regerald and Julian's funerals, and we can pay for Julian's treatments. But you must understand, we will have to take you all back to Sanctuary; we can't risk that none of the doctors noticed what Regerald was, or Julian's enhancements. It would be best to pull you all underground for the time being, until things settle down, at least." she continued, her voice still soft, yet commanding.

His glare hardened. He opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of a door opening interrupted him. He turned to see one of the doctors approaching, her blond bangs matted to her forehead with sweat. He looked at her with every expression in the universe on his face all at once. The doctor nodded.

"Your son is in critical condition, but we think he should be all right. The internal bleeding has stopped, and his lung has been patched. It is possible, but unlikely, that his left leg will be crippled permanently, but it is too soon to say. We've treated his arm as much as we can, but we will have to do more work on it tomorrow. The rest of his external injuries have been, for the most part, taken care of." She reported. He brought his hands to his mouth. His son was alive!

"Can...can I see him?" he asked breathlessly, barely able to speak.

"Right this way, sir." the doctor told him, nodding and going back through the doorway. Before leaving, he turned to glare back at the woman one last time.

"You keep your money. And you keep your crowd away from my family." he told her, voice quaking with rage. He walked through the doors, speaking one last time."The Inhumans have done enough damage."

The woman sighed as the doors shut behind him, and looked down at the ground. A slow beeping sounded from her pocket, and she took the PD out, sliding it open and pressing it to one ear.

"No." she sighed."He want's nothing to do with us. Yes, he declined the offer; he will not be going to Sanctuary. Are you sure, sir?"

"..."

"Yes, Allin; I'l make sure it gets done. Yes, I'lll...I'll say hi to him for you. I'll see you back at Sanctuary."

She slid it shut.

She sighed again, and tipped her head back, trying to blink the tears out of her eyes. She closed them, taking a steady, long breath before speaking to no one in particular.

"Quoth the raven... nevermore."

Yay! I get to kill someone in the prologue!

I mean, uhh, poor guy, his brother...got dead... *in booming evil voice* BY MY HAND!

*holds up knife*

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