Summary: Being blood-related is not a prerequisite to being a big brother.
"Want to talk about it, kiddo?" Captain Magenta asked as he sat down next to Lt. Plum. The rest of color-coded officers and Angels were giving the distressed Plum a polite amount of space in the Amber room.
Plum shook his head.
"Hmm, well, I'm just gonna sit here a while," Magenta said, kicking back bit and putting his feet up on the edge of coffee table, "if you don't mind."
A few minutes went by, then Plum gave a gentle kick and moved the table so Magenta's boots hit the floor.
"S'rude to put your feet where people put their food," Plum gave a slight watery smile.
"Noted." Magenta chuckled.
A few more minutes went by.
"I'm just afraid," Plum said suddenly, voice thick and choked, "it's gonna be her, someday, we end up having to put in multiple body bags because of the Hood."
"Ah," Magenta nodded.
Spectrum had been involved in the break up of an operation of the Hood's that had gone terribly, terribly wrong and he had escaped at the cost several of his underlings' lives. He hadn't given them time to get clear. It had been a rather grisly business.
"She just won't listen to me when I see her," Plum continued, his voice so sad that Pat just wanted to go find Havoc and and shake her, "I want to help her like you and Emerald helped me."
Magenta sighed, and placed a hand on Plum's elbow.
"Yeah, I know, kiddo," Magenta sympathized, "unfortunately, this is a situation that you can't help someone who isn't ready to be helped. The best we can do right now is try to catch her, and get her out of the Hood's influence," and privately Magenta thought that would be a very hard thing to do, but, "don't give up hope."
Patrick Donahue found himself swept up in a big hug and contented himself to reassuring the young reformed criminal that he and Seymour had taken under their wings.
Author's notes:
I couldn't resist having Fuse reform.
Captain Emerald is Seymour Griffiths from the classic Captain Scarlet.