Sapphire & Jasper
By: Aubrie1234
Warnings: Mentions of sex and death. If this should be changed up to an M, please tell me.
"No, please..."
"But you've got such a beautiful body, sweetie. And you work at a place that advertises you wanting to use it. So why don't you do it now?"
"Get away from me..."
"Tsk tsk, looks like I'll have to teach you how wonderful this is the hard way." A strong hand dragged up his body, feeling him up and pushing past his shirt to touch his skin. If he could have, he would have knocked the other away, but his hands were tied, quite literally. He had no feeling for the other, nothing romantic or sexual, so why didn't they understand it?
"Just leave me alone." he pleaded, "Let me go and leave me be."
"But I can't do that, not if I'm going to show you how nice your body is." The hand began its descent, going lower and lower, to his pants. He tensed, his fear at its highest, and when the hand grabbed his crotch, instead of feeling wonderful and sexual like any other boy would, he lost his mind to the beast raging inside him. It defended him, breaking his bonds and attacking his seducer. There were screams that got cut short as blood painted the walls and an orange glow that seemed to color everything in candlelight. And, when the beast finally retreated, the man fled, fearing for his life and terrified of himself.
But this was going to happen again and again and he had no control over it, no way to stop it, no matter how much he tried, and it all ended the same way, with blood and death and an orange glow...
Doyle's eyes flashed open and he panted as he woke up, trying to sit up, but found his hands locked away. This made his fear spike and his eyes, the pupils almost drowned out in the sapphire color, flick about, trying to find a threat or anyone so that he didn't have to wake up alone again. He soon found someone, which calmed him down a little, until that calm turned to anger and fear as he realized it was Abbey, the one who had drugged him. He was still in his pajamas and she was laying beside him, having gotten rid of her jumpsuit to just wear regular clothes. Her helmet was gone too, allowing him to see her looking at him, giving him a smile when she saw he was awake.
"Nightmare?" she asked.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Doyle snarled and thrashed, trying to free himself. They were in the guest bedroom and Abbey had literally handcuffed him to the bed. Usually his unnatural strength came in handy, but at this angle, he didn't have enough leverage to break his bonds. His legs were free, however, but he couldn't get at a good angle to kick at her.
"I'm only trying to help you see sense, Doyle."
"You drugged me!" Doyle panted, stopping his thrashing for the moment, only to find that something felt wrong about himself. He still felt a bit dizzy and lightheaded, as when she had drugged him, and sweating was coming easier to him, his skin was pale, and even as he laid still, he could feel himself twitching when he didn't want to, "What did you do to me?"
"Nothing, I only made it easier for you to like me."
"This is not the way to go about it!" Doyle snapped and resumed his struggling, only to be hit with a headache. And his sweatpants felt uncomfortable, telling him that, whatever was in his system, it was making him feel sexual, and he never felt sexual, he never wanted to, "What did you drug me with?!" Abbey sighed.
"First I had to knock you out, and then, while you were sleeping, I shot you up with some of the meth I stole from Scorpia."
"Couldn't you have done the same with Viagra instead?" Doyle asked, briefly wondering why he was discussing this with her.
"Well, it was on hand at the time and I knew what it could do, so I decided to grab some and save it for later. I was either going to sell it or use it for my own purposes."
"Which you did and on me, no less." Doyle winced as he tugged at his hurt hand, which was also handcuffed to the metal poles at the head of the bed, though still in the splint, "I'm warning you right now, Abbey, this is a bad idea in so many ways-"
"Maybe, but I want to show you that you don't need Alex, that I can be here for you!"
"By drugging me up and trying to impede my judgment? Not really working." Abbey frowned and sat up, placing a hand on Doyle's chest.
"There's something more about this that you don't like, isn't there?"
"Oh, beside the 'trying to rape me' thing? Yeah, something else is bothering me."
"I'm not trying to rape you!" Abbey remarked, offended.
"Then this could be counted as sexual assault." Doyle growled as he tried to fight his bonds again, "Why did you only tie up my hands? Were you so arrogant as to leave my feet alone?"
"Well, your kicking can't hurt me as much as if I were a man."
"...Point taken." Doyle locked eyes with the woman as he talked, "Abbey, if you do this, I won't be able to control what I do. I can't explain, but if you touch there, I'll do something that I'll regret. Only one other person has managed to escape me when it happens, and I honestly don't want to hurt you. Stop now before things get worse." The mercenary woman raised an eyebrow.
"And what will you do, kill me?" she scoffed. Doyle's serious face didn't waver and caused her to falter, "You're not serious, are you?"
"Why would I lie?" he gave me a snort, "I'm not exactly the best liar in the world, anyway. That goes to Alex."
"You can't even escape your handcuffs right now, how would you be able to kill me?"
"I can and I will. Don't doubt me on this." Abbey trailed her hand up Doyle's chest, causing his fear to intensify. She leaned down and spoke only a few words into his ear that made his terror skyrocket, before she began to do more.
"I don't believe you." Because Doyle wore a sleeveless top to bed, Abbey dipped her hand below the collar to touch his chest. Doyle felt nothing except his fear now and tried to keep as still as possible, as if it would make her go away. She gave him a kiss to the cheek and then to the neck, making him grit his teeth. He wasn't trying to hold back a moan, he was only trying to keep from crying. He didn't want this, not at all. Just like everyone else, she either didn't understand or didn't care that he was not into sex like most other men, he just wanted the love of a relationship and that was that.
"It's not that bad, is it?" she whispered against his neck, "I've done this before, you know."
"I can tell." he bit out, keeping his teeth clamped. He didn't shiver as her breath ghosted over his skin because that didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him was keeping himself under control. Oh, he certainly hated Abbey more than ever right now, but he certainly didn't want her to die. He had to keep the beast in check, he just had to, otherwise this would end like ever other time except for that one. And that one was the only one Doyle wished he could have killed. He didn't wish murder and death on a lot of people, but the one that got away was one of those few who Doyle thought deserved to die.
"Please, Abbey." he pleaded, "I don't want to do something I would regret, so just leave me alone, and nothing will happen." Abbey moved her hand to his stomach and dragged her finger in circles there, making him feel a bit ticklish.
"All I want to do, Doyle, is give you a good time. Let me do that."
"But if you do, I might kill you!" Doyle felt tears well up in his eyes, "I may hate you for what you're doing, but I don't want you to die! I don't want to be a killer again!" Abbey paused for a second to lean up and meet his eyes. She was frowning, as if not quite understand what he meant.
"Doyle, people don't lose control of themselves if something sexual happens to them. They might fight back, yes, but they're always in control. It's just simple logic."
"Then you've never met me."
"Just let me show you how good I am." she took her hand away and began to move it lower, towards his crotch, and his fear for her spiked.
"Abbey, wait-!" The rest of his words were lost as she grabbed his crotch, if gently, and that was enough to make the beast come out. With a roar that nearly made her deaf, Abbey scrambled to move as the bed screamed when its headboard was separated from the rest of it and nearly impaled itself on Abbey. She scrambled back as Doyle wretched the headboard out of the wall where it had stuck, still chained to it by the handcuffs, and he snarled at her. His face was contorted in rage and his eyes were different, not their natural blue but a bright orange with a glow, almost as if he was using cryptid powers like Zak. He tried to bring down the headboard on her once again and she dodged, where ti barely missed cutting her in half. As he retched it out of the floor, he seemed to be in pain and shook his head, where his eyes went back to the sapphire blue they had been before. He stared down at her and Abbey was afraid he would attack her, but all he had now was disgust in his face as he gripped the headboard.
"Just go, before I lose control again." he spat, and Abbey didn't need to be told twice. She scrambled to her feet and ran out of the room, leaving him alone. He blinked as things started to settle down again, and looked back to the bed. He winced, imagining how Drew and Doc would chew him out for breaking one of the guest beds. And it was at that moment Alex came in, startling Doyle to the point where he nearly let the beast come out again.
"Are you okay?" asked the blond, checking Doyle over. He frowned at the cuffs and took out the pen he had slipped off Ben, the one with the skeleton key, and used it to free Doyle. The redhead rubbed his wrists once they were freed, as his gloves had been taken off while he was unconscious, and he sighed as he saw that his skin had broken a bit around his wrist, causing it to bleed a little.
"I'm fine. What about-?"
"Miranda got her as she was fleeing." Alex gazed up at him, worry clear in the blond's jasper brown eyes, "What did she do to you?"
"If you're arresting her, charge her with sexual assault among other things." he said as he held his slightly bleeding wrist, "But don't tell anyone about this."
"About her apparently trying to rape you?" Alex shook his head, "I shouldn't have left you alone." Déjà vu struck the spy as he remembered Doyle's words from Abbey's first attack, but they didn't linger.
"It's okay, Alex." Doyle said, "It's...it's okay."
"No it isn't!" Alex turned to him, "How can you just say that? Nothing that she did to you was okay!"
"It didn't go too far, and you saw how scared she was. I taught her a lesson and hopefully, she'll stay away from us for now on."
"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!" Alex gripped Doyle's forearms tightly, "If there's anything she did, just tell me. I know sexual assault isn't to be messed with and you have every right to be angry at her."
"Oh, I am." Doyle drew his arms away from Alex, "I'm pissed at her, but it's all over and no one got seriously hurt. That's all that matters to me."
"..." Alex let his hands drop to his sides as he continued to start at Doyle, trying to find if the other was hiding something from him, "...We'll talk about this later, okay?"
"We don't-"
"I'm not asking, Doyle." Alex then left without another word. The redhead followed the other, not wanting to be alone, and they both headed down the hall to the living room, where Miranda and Abbey were, as well as a giant robot, who was keeping Abbey from escaping. The mercenary flinched at the sight of Doyle and turned her head away, shaking slightly, to which the man glared at her.
"I don't know what you did, but you certainly scared her half-to-death." Miranda commented, "May I ask what happened?"
"Not much. Just give her to the police."
"Alright." Miranda could see that Doyle didn't want to tell what had happened, so she turned away, "At least Deadbolt didn't get destroyed this time." But, as she took a step, Deadbolt wobbled before falling apart, and everyone froze, "...I spoke too soon, didn't I?"
"Apparently." Alex commented, picking up the head that had rolled over to him, "Maybe you should build a robot helper that doesn't cost too much to fix, let alone fall apart a lot." Miranda went over and took one of her sister's arms, sighing.
"Perhaps I should." Taking out her portal gun, she used it to rip a hole in the air, "I hope we meet again sometime, Alex."
"Maybe we will. Thanks for your help." Miranda only nodded before she and her sister disappeared into the portal, where it then closed and left the two alone with a broken robot. Alex turned to Doyle and gently took the other's hurt hand into his.
"Let's sit on the couch and talk this out, okay?" Walking through the debris, the jasper-eyed man brought the other with him and they sat together on the couch, which had been righted when Alex and Miranda arrived.
"You're not surprised by her?" Doyle asked, trying to delay the questioning. And, now that things were beginning to calm down, he noted the renewed throbbing in his side and wondered if his wound had reopened because of his thrashing.
"If I'm not surprised by the Saturdays, then I'm not surprised she can rip holes in space to go from one place to another. But we're not changing the subject. Just tell what's wrong, what she did, and I can make it better." He now held both of Doyle's hands, looking into the ex-mercenary's eyes, trying to communicate his worry and get Doyle to talk to him, to trust him, but the other was silent. At least, for a few moments.
"...You wouldn't understand, Alex."
"Oh? How would I not?" The blond was taking offense to that. Doyle stared down at their hands, mainly at his own, and imagined all the hurt and the blood that he had been the source of, all the destruction and death. Could he really tell Alex about this, what he did? Alex has done awful things, he would understand, but Doyle didn't know if he could tell his ex just yet. But Alex wasn't going to let what happened go, so maybe it was time to tell him the reason why Doyle wasn't so fazed by this.
"Just...I've been through that before, Alex, and I've killed people because of it. It still makes me sick, to see them dead because of me. You know that, after I learned I was responsible for the death of some of the Scorpia agents that came after us." Doyle took his hands away, "All I am is a monster."
"No you're not." Alex moved his hands to Doyle's shoulders, "And even if you were, I would still love you."
"But I lied to you, about not knowing what it was like to kill someone."
"Out of everyone you know, what was so bad about telling me that? You know what I've been through, so what was the reason?"
"...I thought you would be afraid of me."
"Why would I be afraid of you? I love you, we both know this, so I could never be afraid of you." Alex asked, concerned now. Doyle ducked his head so Alex couldn't see his tears.
"I'm freakishly strong and I've killed so many people just because they tried to rape me. You could think I would do the same to you and would never want to be with me again."
"Just because you have their blood on your hands doesn't make you a murderer. You were only protecting yourself." Alex frowned as he looked away, "I should know. That's what I've been trying to tell myself for a long time."
"I still killed them, Alex, and I hate it. I hate killing them, I hate seeing how they always look at me right before I go crazy, I hate how they only want me for my body!" Doyle's fist hit the couch cushions between them and a few springs could be heard breaking, not to mention a slight crack of the couch underneath underneath. Tears began flowing more as he recalled things he despised, "Ever since I met you, no one else has wanted me just for love. They only wanted me for pleasure, but part of it was my own fault because I worked at a strip club. It was the only kind of work I could get, considering my education, and it paid well. But I've been attacked so much over the years that I nearly broke down crying when Van Rook offered me to be his apprentice. I would be with someone who could match my strength, which was bad if he wanted to rape me, but it was just one guy and no one would be after me anymore. At the time, that was all I cared about, just being safe and not getting attacked. I was only attacked once when I was with him and he kept an eye out for me after that, he took care of me and made sure we stayed together. He may have been a jerk, but he was a good guy sometimes."
"And with what happened with Abbey just now, you've become scared and insecure again, you don't want me to worry about you. You've also tried to push me away because you think I'll be scared of you."
"It's- it's not just that." Doyle shook his head, "I've been thinking about my counterpart, too. If he had anything in his past similar to mine, then he would have worse luck in keeping rapists off of him. Even though it could be happening to him now, it makes me feel dirty. Why would you love me if I've been sexually assaulted repeatedly, both in this world and the next? Why would you care for me? It doesn't make any sense."
"Maybe not to you, but I understand." Alex spoke, looking back at him with a softer face than before, "Despite loving me, you're afraid that I might hurt you again and also afraid that you might hurt me. You're afraid that I'll reject you just because you've been abused by others as a toy and that you've killed them in return. You're afraid that I don't understand what it's like to go through it all. But you know what? You're wrong." He shook his head, "I've been sexually assaulted before, Doyle. I've been nearly raped too, I know how it feels. You're not alone and I will continue to love you, no matter what happens. I'd love you if you joined Scorpia, I'd love you if you tried to kill your family, I'd love you if you became a prostitute, I'd love you if you left me." The blond leaned against the redhead gently, softly, trying not to freak out the other, "I would love you to the end of time." There was silence for a moment before an arm was slid around Alex.
"Thank you." Doyle buried his face in the blond's hair, more tears falling from his eyes, "And so would I."
Zak wasn't sure what had woken him up, but something had. He blinked, rubbing his eyes and he looked around. He had slept in his uncomfortable chair as he waited for his parents, but now he was awake for some reason. Hearing some shuffling, he looked around, undoing his seat-belt and readying the Claw. He used it to swing up to the rafter of the Navigation Room and sat himself down, gazing below for any disturbance that he wasn't able to catch from above. The doors suddenly slid open and a group of darkly-dressed men entered, spreading out. Zak pat his pockets to make sure his sat phone was there as he watched them, feeling that he was safe. The rafters were so high above the Navigation Room that it was almost impossible to climb up otherwise.
Did something happen to Mom and Dad? he wondered, I hope they're okay.
"Clear." he heard the word echo up, "Airship is secure."
"Time to find out more about these 'Secret Scientists.'" said another, and Zak felt a bad feeling come over him. Hopefully his brothers were okay, but it seemed that these people were making their own agenda, whether for or against the Secret Scientists Zak wasn't sure. But it certainly wasn't good, because why would they sneak aboard the ship without his parents? He watched in amazement as they managed to bypass Doc's security and begin to examine everything that was in the Saturdays' database, including the other Secret Scientists. Zak hoped they would leave soon, but he also didn't want them to leave with the data they were learning, the data of everything the Saturdays knew. He had to do something, but what? He almost didn't hear the beep, but when he squinted, he saw one of them holding up a flashdrive. They might have seen the data, but they couldn't remember it all, so if he managed to get a hold of the flashdrive, they'd need to get another one and by that time, Zak's parents would have hopefully returned!
Crawling along the beams, he tried to keep them in sight as he headed over to the nearest vent. He knew this place better than any of them did, so he had the advantage. Plus, they didn't seem to know he was there, so that was another good thing. He just had to sneak around and somehow grab the flashdrive. He winced as he saw one of them put it in his pocket and knew it wasn't going to be easy, but he had to try! Whatever they were planning, it couldn't have been good. And Zak also now understood the anger that Doyle and Alex had towards MI6, because if they did underhanded things like this, who knew what else they would do? Taking out his sat phone, he accessed the map of the airship and tapped the Scan icon, where several moving blips lit up. Recently, his father had installed a thermal imaging system into the airship in case of intruders, and it allowed Zak not only see where he was and his enemies, but also watch them in real time. Frowning, the tanned boy could also see other icons on the map, possibly his cryptid brothers, but he wasn't sure. He could only hope it was them and that they were okay, down in a closet in the engine room.
As it was, he opened the vent and crawled and quietly as he could, keeping tabs on the group of men. He soon came to his parents' bedroom and exited out of the vents there, running out of the room to find the men. The MI6 group was on the first level of the ship while he was on the third, having crawled through a high vent. He needed to find a way down and needed to steal that flashdrive before they got out of the airship. If they did, he wouldn't be able to follow them and MI6 would get the information. He wished Fisk and Komodo were by his side, but they had to stay hidden just in case. Zak knew it was all up to him at the moment and he had to do his best to make sure MI6's day went south. First, as soon as he came across a control panel, he opened it and began wiring it to his sat phone. He was a smart kid, there was no doubt when you had two scientists for parents, and once that was done, he now had some control over the airship. The first thing he did was to turn off the air conditioning so that their thermal images wouldn't be covered up and the next was to lock all outside doors, though he wondered how well that would do. His parents never left the ship unlocked, so MI6 must have found a way in somehow. But Zak only needed them inside long enough to grab the flashdrive, so he hoped this wouldn't take too long. Briefly, his hand hovered over the Absolute Lockdown icon, but he thought better of it.
"Better for them to know I was never here that to give myself away." he mused before unhooking the phone, "Now, just gotta find a way down..." He dashed along the hall and wondered if he should take the elevator, then went against it. As he had just said, no reason to let the bad guys know he was there. So, he other choice was the vents, and now he was glad for the vent training Alex had given him. Zak crawled back into the vents once again and switch the map on his phone to schematics to see the airship's ventilation. There was a straight shot down to the next floor nearby, but he would have to be careful to make no sound, because the men would be passing by that area soon. There was also a low vent near there were he would be able to (hopefully) snatch the flashdrive.
"I hope Wadi's stealing has rubbed off on me!" he muttered as he entered the vent again. Finding the vertical vent, Zak attached the Claw to one of the sides and slowly made his way down, almost as if he was rappelling, and winced when he reached the bottom and had to make a small drop. A tiny metallic sound was heard from the connection and Zak froze.
"Did you hear that?" asked one of the men through the walls, sounding muffled.
"...Looks like we might have to deal with the cryptids after all. Be careful, we're not quite sure what they can do." Zak tiptoed through the rest of the vent and peered through the covering, finding that the men were standing right in front of it. Now, all he had to do was somehow grab the flashdrive from the right pocket and things would be good again. However, they were now on alert and Zak wasn't sure which one had the flashdrive. Plus, he couldn't be seen, not now, so how was he supposed to search the right pocket? And wouldn't they feel it? He would have to somehow quietly tear off the right pocket with the Claw, otherwise he would be found out and it would be game over.
Gotta time this just right... Zak took his time removing the cover, wary of the sound he was making, but wanting to hurry. Who knew when they would move away? But it gave him time to examine their pockets and the men themselves, trying to figure out which one had the flashdrive. He thought it was the one with the thin scar on his finger, he seemed familiar. Suddenly, the men began to move off, though slowly and cautious, and the familiar man was at the end of the group. Zak smirked and slowly inched the vent open just enough to slip the head of the Claw through. He aimed and, hoping the Claw wouldn't make too much noise, he fired and the Claw ripped the cloth with little resistance or sound. The flashdrive dropped to the floor and no one seemed to have heard it drop, as they continued on, and Zak waited until they were completely gone before he went out to grab it.
"Oh yeah, Mom and Dad are gonna be happy!" the boy soon frowned, however, "But how did they know about Fisk and Komodo? I better go check on them." Zak retreated into the vents, but not before accessing another control panel and undoing his tricks. No trace, after all. The boy didn't realize that there had been more than one flashdrive, though, and the men smiled at each other.
"He thinks he's good." said one, "But he was so wrong."
Notes:
Viagra is a medicine that treats both high blood pressure in the lungs and erectile dysfunction, and meth can cause symptoms such as excessive sweating, twitching, accelerated heartbeat, dizziness, pale appearance, euphoria, changes in libido/sex drive, etc. Doyle feels most of these symptoms when he wakes up and it takes a while to get meth out of your system. The effects of it can last up to 24 hours, depending on how much you've taken and whether you keep taking it, and it takes 2-10 days for it to leave your system.
Doyle, after leaving Alex, had to make money somehow and had to do the best he could, and there weren't many jobs he could get without a good education.
The group that infiltrated the airship isn't just any group MI6 could have sent, they're a group Alex was and is familiar with.
Doyle's secret powers only come out when he's extremely afraid or angry and depends on the situation. He doesn't know exactly what happens, such as the glowing eyes, but he knows it's very bad and he tries to keep himself reigned in. These powers of his only started to happen after he and Alex separated, tying his powers to the event and his emotions.
Another chapter, and the words in bold italics are bad memories. Also, please read & review!