Heyo Descendants!

Back with another update! I won't keep you long, Twisted and I aren't getting much time to write this week, but I learned my lesson last week so now when the alarm goes off, a chapter goes up.

Lots of Love,

-Dark-

"I did it!"

He looks up at Uma with a smile, "Great job." They'd been working on the locks for the last couple of hours, but without Harry or T present, it had started to seem hopeless.

He frowns as he glances towards the door. Where were they? Harry had said they'd be back in three days, but they were almost to the end of four. He'd spent all day throwing stuff at Deez and Uma to keep them distracted from the darker thoughts.

He knew how much Uma worried, and when Uma worried, Deez worried. Which in turn made him worried.

So instead of falling into that vicious cycle- Here they were. Picking locks. Or at least trying to.

"How did you get the last thingy to stick?" Deez asks, her brow furrowed as she continues to delicately jiggle the long thin tool.

"It is tricky, Baby Girl." Uma smiles before she sits back and pats her lap, "Come here, let me show you," She rolls her eyes, "if I can even do it again."

He smiles as Deez happily hops up from her seat and hands Uma the lock before she settles in her lap.

Uma wraps her arms around her, holding the lock up in front of them with a grin. "How's your lock comin' Sweet Boy?"

"Good." He smiles, "I'm on my fifth one."

"Fifth?" Uma demands with wide eyes.

Deez smiles, her knowing blue eyes staring up at him from under her white blue lashes, "Gil's gotten really good at this since he asked T for help."

"Yeah." He nods, "He's... Really good at motivation." Or should he say relentless bordering on cruel?

"In case you're still thinking of asking for help." Deez turns to look up at Uma, "Though I'd like to try and claim him next."

His chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Thinkin' 'bout askin' him, Captain?" He asks as he looks back at his lock. He wanted to get through ten tonight.

Uma sighs, "Yeah." Her brow furrows before she gently cups Deez's hand around the lock and then puts the tool in the other. "Try it now, and when you get stuck I'll feel around to see what the problem is."

Deez absently nods before she focuses on the tool in her hand.

He smiles as his lock pops open. He puts it in his pile before he grabs his sixth. Next time T locked him in a room he'd get out before he blew out all the candles.

Dick.

He glances at Deez and Uma. His eyes crinkle when he notices how much the two were concentrating. The tip of Deez's tongue was sticking out. Uma's jaw was clenched as she started working on her own lock.

This was so much better than homework.

He lets out another chuckle before he returns to his lock. Five more to go.

They all jump at the light rap on the door, "They're back." James calls out.

Thank god. He sighs with relief as he places down his picks.

"Thanks, James," Uma calls out as she drops the lock in her hand, Deez already off her lap as she stands.

As they open the door a black blur disappears down the stairs, leaving Harry staring after it.

Why did Harry look betrayed? He frowns. What had the two gotten into now? He shakes his head. Didn't matter. They were home, safe.

Deez tilts her head before she takes a step into his side.

"Harry." Uma greets with a frown. "You're late." She taps her foot impatiently.

"Cap'n!" Harry turns to her, his eyes overly bright as he throws his arms open much slower than he normally would, "Ya be ah missin' me?"

His eyes narrow as his head tilts to the side. He was hurt. He frowns. The question was how badly?

"Get yer ass in the cabin." Uma shakes her head before she nudges the door open with her foot and points.

"Aye Cap'n, gotta be reportin' an all that." Harry nods, waving to the crew mingling around curiously before he walks into the room.

He feels Deez look up at him, "Do we stay?"

"Yeah," He shuts the door before he picks Deez up and walks over to a chair to slide into it. "How bad?" He asks as he looks at Harry.

"How bad what?" Harry frowns as he waits beside Uma.

Gil lifts a brow as he stares at Harry in disapproval.

"How bad are you hurt?" Deez clarifies as she stares at her hands in her lap.

Uma's eyes narrow, "And how?"

Harry sighs, "Can we be ah sittin' Uma?"

Uma clucks her tongue as she crosses her arms, "Yeah, you can be sitting your ass in the tub-" She turns to Deez, "You mind?"

Deez was already hopping out of his lap.

"But I-" Harry begins.

"But nothin'." Uma snaps lowly before she points to the tub Deez already had steaming, "Strip and get in."

He shakes his head. Why would Harry try to lie to them? What had happened? He stands up to retrieve a towel.

Harry draws in a deep breath, his eyes slipping to Deez before he slowly starts pulling his layers off.

Uma hisses, drawing his attention back to them.

Harry was covered in bandages. His chest, back, waist, arms. And what wasn't bandaged was black, blue, and green.

Uma turns to Deez, "Go get T."

"Uma, I be ah gettin' the brunt o' it-"

"Do I look like I fuckin' care?!" Uma snaps as she turns back to Harry, her voice dangerously rising in her Kraken anger.

He walks over to Deez, who was still staring open-mouthed at Harry with a mix of surprise, concern, and confusion.

He reaches up and squeezes her shoulder. He didn't want Uma yelling at her. None of them did, including the Kraken herself. "C'mon, you heard the Captain." He guides her to the door. "Go get T for us, kay?" He leans down and kisses her forehead.

Deez blinks up at him, her eyes wavering in hesitation before she nods. "T. Right." She stares at him again before she takes a deep breath and slips out the door.

He sighs.

Yeah, he doubted T was going to listen too.

He turns back to Harry and Uma, to find Harry covered in slices and shallow stab wounds. His eyes widen. "What the fuck happened?" He blurts out.

Harry looks up at him before he sighs, "T an I be ah cleanin' out the damn yellow-bellied scum that be ah hurtin' kids."

Uma closes her eyes before she guides Harry to the tub. "Sit." She orders as she kneels next to it, chunk of soap already in hand.

"T's deal?" He asks with a frown.

"Aye." Harry leans back in the tub, wincing as the hot water laps at his marred skin.

"How many?" Uma sighs, "Left, and originally on." She demands as she lathers the soap on a rag.

"The two big'uns still be ah bein' held by Senior." Harry bites his lip as he ticks his fingers, "There be somewhere 'round thirty left, and the list be ah havin' just over sixty names."

Uma studies Harry for a moment, "You guys took out thirty adults in four days?" She asks in disbelief.

"Two, ta be ah recountin' accurately." Harry groans.

Uma's jaw drops as she stares at Harry with wide eyes. "Seriously?"

He couldn't blame her. It scared him to think that Harry and T had spent the last two days out on the isle killing people. Scum or not, he couldn't imagine it. That had to be taking some sort of toll on them, right?

Harry slowly nods, "I can be ah tellin' ya all 'bout it if ya be ah wantin', but did ya be ah gettin' wind o' the new edict?"

"What new edict?" Uma asks with a raised brow.

"We haven't heard anything." He frowns as he crosses his arms.

Harry furrows his brow, "We be ah lettin' Maleficent in on what we be ah doin', so we don'nah be ah startin' shit. She be lettin' the isle know this be here orders and anyone who be ah tryin' ta hide the fuckers be ah forfeitin' their own lives too.

Uma stares at Harry in something akin to Horror.

"Wait-" He holds up his hand. "You talked to her, and she just went with it?"

"Aye, that be ah bein' another story all ta'gether, but she were bein' just as disgusted, 'parrently."

"Disgusted or the fuck is T thinking- It's bad enough he does it. Now he's dragging you with him?" Uma groans even as she continues to tenderly wash Harry.

"It were ah good plan Uma. Maleficent be ah claimin' responsibility for the deaths. She be ah makin' ah example o' those who ain'nah followin' her rules, and for now, she be ah keepin' her leadership."

"Huh…" Uma blinks.

"Uma, Gil. It were beautiful. Big bad, evil fairy were ah sleepin' in her own dungeon, in ah cage, cause she be so scared o' our T."

"You're kidding." Uma frowns.

He was totally with Uma. He knew T had been messing with the leader of the isle, but he was having a hard time believing she was actually scared of T. He hadn't ever mentioned that part before. Just that he'd been trying to threaten her. What the fuck was T really capable of exactly. It was scary to think about Harry and him killing, let alone what he must've done to get THE Mistress of Evil scared of him.

Harry shakes his head. "We were ah wantin' ta know more about what T be ah doin' on the isle. Now we be ah knowin'. Faustina were'nah bein' wrong Uma, they ain'nah bein' as scary as we be ah thinkin'."

Uma bites her lip as she continues washing Harry.

"An, now we be ah knowin' cornered shits be ah bannin' ta'gether, so we ain'nah gonna be gettin' jumped again."

Uma looks up at Harry with a frown, "When you're healed, I'm coming with you two. Baby Girl and Sweet Boy can look after the ship with James." She states, her tone brooking no room for an argument.

Harry bites his lip, swallowing whatever he'd been about to say.

"That's what I fucking thought." Uma nods in approval. "Three is better than two, especially if you've gotten jumped."

"Uma-" He frowns, "Do you think that's a good idea?" He asks doing his best to keep his concern from his tone.

"Sweet Boy," Uma looks up at him with hard eyes, "You're one of the best, and I want you at my back every time." She nods, "But, this isn't a fight until someone relents, it's a death that ends the battle. I know you'd do it if I told you, but I also know you don't want to. And none of us want our Treasure out there do we?"

She wasn't wrong, he didn't agree with killing them. Locking them up? Sure. But killing them was something altogether different.

That wasn't who they were. His frown deepens. He especially didn't want Deez doing it. He knew what killing people on accident did to her, he couldn't imagine how she'd respond to purposefully doing it. "No, we don't, but I don't think you should be out there either. I don't think Harry or T should be doing it either. It's wrong. There's gotta be something else we could do."

"T be ah makin' ah deal mate." Harry sighs, "And I think we all be ah knowin' what will be ah happenin' if he be ah goin' back on ah deal with Senior."

He takes a deep breath before he lets it out.

Uma looks up at him with a frown. "I don't like it either Sweet Boy, but Harry's right. And I don't want this burden weighing on just their shoulders. So we'll share it together." She turns back to Harry, "Did you clean and bandage yourself?"

Harry sighs, "No, I-" He looks down at the soapy water, "T be ah doin' me and him."

"Ah." Uma nods. "He did a good job cleaning these out." She narrows her eyes. "I knew it couldn't have just been you." She adds indignantly. "But why I wonder, did you not do T?" She lifts her brow. "That doesn't sound like you at all."

Harry groans before he drops his head back against the tub, "Uma." He grimaces.

"Harry." She mimics in the same tone. "I believe I asked you a question."

"Cause I be ah goin' down in the fight and be ah wakin' up today." Harry slowly admits.

His jaw tenses as he looks down at Harry in concern. They'd almost lost him? "Why didn't T bring you back to the ship?" He frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"I did'nah be ah askin'." Harry admits before he shakes his head, "I be ah drinkin' me weight in water and then said we be ah needing ta be gettin' back here." His head tilts to the side, "Though I be ah gettin' T ta be ah thinkin' 'bout how shitty it be ah feelin', doin' what he always be ah doin' to us. He be ah real quiet after I be ah takin' him ta task on it."

"Good." He nods in approval. That was a lesson T needed to learn desperately. He could only hope he took it to heart. "You hid how hurt you were from him didn't you." He frowns.

Harry's eyes widen before he frowns, "Aye, cause I be ah knowin' he would be ah sendin' me away if he be knowin'." He shifts, splashing water with how quickly he moved to try and defend himself. But Uma manages to cuff the back of his head anyway.

"Ow." Harry pouts as he rubs the spot.

"Ass." Uma seethes. "What the fuck were you thinking? You could've died on us."

"I'm sorry." Harry looks away, "I know it were stupid-"

"Hell yes it was stupid." Uma snaps.

"An' I won'nah be doin' it again." Harry quickly adds, "An' I would'nah been doin' it with you. It's just-" He frowns as his hands ball into fists, "T can be just goin' and goin', an' I- I just be wantin'- or rather I did'nah be wantin' him ta be ah doin' it alone."

Uma's jaw tenses. "Yeah, I'm definitely joining you two on your next outing." She frowns. "Cause I can only imagine after hearing that, the two of you went hard for two days without any type of rest. Idiots."

"Ya ain'nah bein' wrong." Harry admits without looking up.

They all turn at a timid knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Uma calls out.

"Deez." He sighs before he walks to the door and looks down at her. "Didn't feel like joining us, huh?"

"I got laughed at and then he picked me up and locked me out of the room." Deez shakes her head before she looks up and sighs, "Is the yelling done?"

He sighs as he puts a hand on her shoulder before he guides her into the room before he shuts the door. "Probably not." He turns to Uma. "Don't yell, remember." He warns her. "But T ain't comin'."

Uma opens her mouth before she shuts it, her eye twitching. "I see." She bites out between clenched teeth. "Why don't you two head up to the crow's nest for a bit."

"Sorry," Deez says as she grabs his hand.

"Right," He nods at Uma before he scoops up Deez and heads back out the door.

Deez sighs as she lays her face against his chest, "Is Harry okay?"

He maneuvers her so he can cup the back of her head. "Yeah, he's okay. Everything was shallow."

"I never thought they'd get hurt because of a stupid deal."

"If they weren't on a warpath, they probably wouldn't of." Of course she knew it was part of T's dealings with her father. He bites his lip. "But, I get why they're doing it. Might not agree with it, but I know there aren't many alternatives… Still, I don't know what this is going to do to them…"

"It's hard to step back when you know how much it hurt you, and they don't want anyone else to get hurt." Deez whispers as she fists her hands in his jacket.

He nods his head as he leans forward and kisses her. Had she connected those dots too? Is that what this was really about? Or was she just talking in general?

He wasn't sure he wanted to know. Wasn't ready to. He didn't want to think about her knowing how dark the Isle could get.

He studies her face, meeting her eyes. They were so innocent. So bright with concern, but it was her frown that confirmed she had no idea what type of hurt they had experienced. "Wanna climb, or do you want me to carry you?" He asks once he's at the mast.

"I don't mind climbing," Deez explains as her arms tighten around him.

She didn't seem like she wanted to climb. "I don't mind carrying you either." He shrugs. "Just, ya know, hang on tight." He winks at her.

She smiles before she hooks her legs as far around his waist as they'd go.

"Good Baby Girl," He chuckles as he kisses the top of her head before he starts climbing.

Uma huffs as she stares at T's door.

The fucking nerve.

"I don't care T! I'll bust it the fuck down." She snaps, doing her best to keep her voice from carrying up the stairs.

"Fuck." She hears him scramble before he opens the door.

"Sorry Kraken, thought-" T stops himself before he shakes his head and leans his hip against the frame, and crosses his arms. "Sup?"

She growls as she pushes him backward, not wanting to deal with his cocky attitude. She watches with more satisfaction than she should've when he stumbles backward. "Look here, Problem Child," She steps into the small room and kicks the door shut. "When I send someone to collect you, consider your ass collected."

"I thought it was cool for Hook to check-in for us." He turns to look at her.

"You thought wrong." She glares, "Now, pull off the Hoodie. I took care of Harry. Fuckin' least I'm doing is making sure you're good too."

T opens his mouth to argue before he just as quickly snaps it shut. He lets out a heavy sigh, but does as instructed.

Her brow lifts in surprise when he starts peeling off his shirts without her ordering him too.

"How bad were their weapons?" She questions, choosing to ignore rather than call attention to his cooperation. Her eyes drawn to the black fingerless gloves he was wearing.

"Pretty." T frowns, "But the Goblins got us those damn shots if that's what you're worried about."

"Good." She nods. She hadn't even bothered asking Harry once she knew he'd been unconscious.

T crosses his arms over his chest as he shifts from foot to foot. A quick assessment tells her he only had about a fourth of the bandages her Pretty Boy.

At least in the front. "Turn."

T frowns, letting out a slow breath before he reluctantly does as instructed.

Uma sighs in relief. T only had a couple of haphazardly slapped on bandages. "Look, I know you can take care of yourself, but I'd appreciate you letting me at least clean the ones on your back."

T hangs his head back, groaning before he drops his chin to his chest. Without a word he walks to a box to pull out supplies before he dumps them on the table. He straddles the chair, his chin pillowed by his folded arms resting on the back of it.

T was just full of mixed signals and surprises today. But she knew better than to look for teeth. She looks over the supplies before she turns to his displayed back and slowly starts peeling the bandages off to get an idea of what she was working with.

"When you and Harry are healed and heading back out to finish the list, I'm coming too." She states evenly as she eyes the poorly cleaned cuts. She reaches for the bottle of water and a rag.

T's eyes narrow, and he's quiet for several moments before he lets out a heavy sigh. "I'd rather you didn't- But you're the Captain, and leader so I doubt that matters."

"T-" She sighs as she carefully, tenderly dabs and cleans the grime from his wounds, "You're opinion does matter to me. But after seeing Harry and you like this? After hearing how many disgusting pricks you've already killed and how many more are left- I need to help. It's not a want."

T's silent again, opening his mouth and closing it several times before he lets out another heavy sigh. "Fair."

"Thank you." She nods, but she tilts her head to the side, "But, I think my quota for not looking for teeth has been used up today, so why?"

T turns to glance at her before he turns to the wall again. "Because I'd be pissed if you told me I couldn't do something I needed to do..."

Oh! The lesson had sunk in. A small victory. "Wow T. It almost sounds like you're starting to understand what it means to be family." She grins.

"Bite me." T grumbles.

"Careful," She teases, suddenly much lighter than she'd been just five minutes ago, "you might like it."

T groans as he hides his face.

"Not there yet?" She chuckles. She still had so much to think about. To worry about. But she could enjoy a few minutes of this. She'd more than earned it.

T turns back to glare at her, his neck blotchy with a rash, his cheeks burning red.

"Sorry." She chuckles.

"Are you though?" T grumbles after he turns back to the wall.

"Torn." She clears her throat in an attempt to keep a giggle from forming.

"Torn my ass," T scoffs, "bite me."

"Maybe later." She grins as she continues to clean.

T takes a deep breath before he lets it out. "Someone's a riot today."

"Would you rather I be angry?" She asks curiously.

"What's up with the hard questions today?"

"I've had four days to build them up." She reminds him, "If you stayed around more I wouldn't have to ask them all at once."

He tilts his head back enough to meet her eyes, "I'm around. Also, sorry. I just wanted to wait for him to wake up. I figured coming home a day late would be better than freakin' you guys out with his unconscious ass… I think he was more exhausted than injured when he went down."

"To be fair-" Uma shakes her head, "You got to pull that once. Unfortunately now-" She shifts her weight, popping her hip out, "You have to know I'll freak out every time anyone is late getting back now."

"But-" T frowns before he closes his mouth and breaks their eye contact as he drops his chin back to his arms. "Heard and fair..."

"I appreciate that you took care of him, and trust that you can." Satisfied the cuts were clean she picks up another rag and starts to gently wash his back, "But you could have brought him back here. Both of you. Home is the safest place."

His lips pull into a pout as he glares at the wall and falls silent, "Do we actually have to wait till we're healed?"

"How smart is it to go back out there not healed?"

"I've been out with way worse."

"That does not inspire confidence." She shakes her head. How could she better explain this? "Would you want Harry to turn around and get back out there like he is now?"

T's silent for so long she nearly breaks, but then, "No. No I wouldn't." He frowns, "This is so fucking dumb."

Her brow furrows, "What's dumb?"

"You guys weren't worried before I fucked up-"

"Yes. We. Were." Uma snaps before she takes a step away, not trusting herself to remain gentle. How bad had she fucked up? He never thought they worried about him, Deez thought they didn't care about her! What had she done? How bad had she hurt these two?

"I used to be able to dip for weeks before." He frowns.

"I understood that you hung out with the other gang." She says through a clenched jaw, "That you had other people you helped."

"I still have other people I look out for. And shit I need to do."

"You joined our family T." Uma reminds him, "Like I've always wanted you to do. You joined this family and that means sharing the burdens and the bounties. Hell or highwater, we look out for each other." She sighs as she pops her hip and rests a hand on it, "You're so good at looking out for others, but you snap at us when we look out for you."

T glances over his shoulder before he turns back, dropping his head to his arms with a groan. "I'm sorry for not appreciating the concern- I just- Fuck. Whatever, you're right, it isn't fair…"

She frowns before she rests a hand on T's shoulder and walks around the chair, "T, this isn't a whatever situation. I want to hear what you're thinking. I do care about fair, but I care about you more."

"I hate being a hypocrite. I highly doubt you do. And I feel like this is a whatever situation." He mumbles into his arms.

"T." She shakes her head before she presses her lips to the top of his head, "I do want to know what you're thinking. Because I love you. I'm sorry you ever believed we didn't care enough about you to worry." Heat pricks her eyes, "I- I know it's mostly my fault. I was always in the chip shop, always working-"

T looks up with a frown. "Stop. Just stop. I think I misspoke. I didn't mean- I meant I didn't give you a reason to worry before the whole… Incident. I know you cared. I mean, maybe didn't understand how much, and might have misplaced the why. It's not your fault. There's just something wrong with me, not you. Not D or Gil or- Well there might be something wrong with Hook, but-"

She snorts before she shakes her head, "But you're so wrong." She rests her other hand on T's head, letting strands of the soft red hair slip through her fingers as she watches him, "I was always worried about you being out there alone. Worried about who you were fighting off and how hurt you were. I worried over if you were eating enough." She chuckles, "Why do you think I always had a huge bag of food every night you showed up? It's because I always had a big bag of food for you, even when you didn't show up. And when I realized you slept on the ship, when I knew you must have felt safe enough here to actually sleep. T, I fucking loved it." She smiles, "And so what if you're a bit different? How does that change anything about who you are? About who either of you are?"

T drops his head and the silence stretched painfully between them.

Uma's brow furrows. This silence was different. It was too silent. She looks him over before she realizes his back wasn't moving with breaths, "T? Why are you holding your breath?"

"Holding my-" He starts, sounding as if he were confused before it seems to register and he takes a deep breath. "Dunno." He shrugs. "I didn't realize I was…"

"Ah," She frowns as she slowly moves her fingers through his hair, lightly finger-combing it as she waits for him to find his voice again. She closes her eyes when she notices him doing it again, "Breath Problem Child."

"Sorry." T shakes his head before he takes another deep breath. "My bad…" He sighs before he tilts his head to rest on his arms again staring blankly at her corset. "I just- It's- I-" He frowns. "It doesn't matter… You're right. I'm sorry I never noticed… It's really fucked up."

"It's not fucked up T." She cups his chin, "I never told you. Never even thought to. But I'm telling you now. Me caring about you, worrying about you, has nothing to do with what happened before you joined my family. It's always been there. Since you bandaged Gil and Shrimpy up- The only difference is now you know, and now you have to face it "

"It was easier before." T frowns as he looks away from her. "I- I never meant for it to happen. I just- You guys shouldn't have to, want to, do any of that. It's just- It was the only thing she ever asked for- And telling her stories about you guys was the only thing that ever got her to smile… I just-" He bites his lip, "Doesn't matter, my bad. For not seeing it, or ignoring it, or just being willfully oblivious to it…"

"You know, according to the Isle we never should've cared about anyone," She shrugs. "Personally, I think our family got it right."

"Not arguing that you guys are right." T sighs, "We both were drawn to the way you guys ignored the shit outta that unspoken rule."

"When I say our family, I mean you and Faustina too. You just have to accept that we care about you the same way you care about us. Don't worry, despite my Kraken temperament, I can be a patient person."

"But wh-" He snaps his mouth shut. "Heard."

"What were you going to say?" Uma lifts her brow. "I promise I do want to know what you're thinking. In private, away from the crew, everyone gets to have a voice in my family."

"I- It's stupid." T frowns. "Can we just drop it, please? It doesn't matter why, if you're saying you do, I know you do."

"Okay," She sighs, "But, I never want you to be afraid to talk to me." She already had to deal with Deez sometimes shutting down. She didn't think she could deal with both of them being unwilling to share their thoughts with her.

She hadn't missed the why though. It hurt. Had he always felt that way? Had he always questioned why they gravitated towards him? Why they wanted him to stick around? Why they loved him?

Or was this new? She frowns. She'd never thought of T as insecure or had thought for a moment that he doubted himself. Not with how cocky and bossy he could be. But was it really just a cover? Just an act? Or did this stem from what happened between him and his sick excuse for a father?

He snorts "I'm not afraid to talk to you. I just don't want to be an ass hole." He glances up at her with a frown. "Or seem ungrateful. I appreciate you guys, love all of you."

"You're not ungrateful T, I just don't think you know what to do with us. And so we're on the same page, I've never doubted your love for us- So much as I also didn't understand where it had come from." She chuckles, "Where the fuck someone like you had come from. Why you were willing to sacrifice so much for people you never even talked to." She bites her lip. "But that was how I felt a long time ago. Now I'm just grateful to have you. Grateful you joined my family. I know you're not big on claiming." She drops her hand to his left arm and pulls it away from the chair gently, running her hands down it before she traces the scar. "But I'm glad you let us claim you."

T lifts his head as his green eyes, so different from Faustina's, study her face with a small frown before he drops them to the scar. "After everything that happened… " He trails off, "After everything you've, all of you've done- I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ever thought you guys did it out of pity or a sense of debt or anything else besides the fact you all care. You're right, the why or how's and but's don't really matter. You've all gone above and beyond what I deserved, especially after I ignored the shit outta you like an ass hole. I'm- We're lucky to have such an understanding family."

She smiles as she kisses his forehead. "We're all lucky to have each other." She squeezes his hand before she lets it go and walks behind him again, gently pressing her hand to his back until his chin rests on his folded arms.

She was overjoyed at the conversation, but she really needed to finish dressing his wounds. It wasn't perfect, but it was progress.

After all, wasn't that his favorite advice?

Progress, not perfection.

Sup Fam?

Poor D is struggling like a mother fucker with that tumbler, while Gil is plowing through them like a beast. On that note. JFC lock picking is hard as fuck. Still better than homework though...

So, what do you think when it comes to T helping his family? Motivating or sadistic? OR maybe a mix of both?

That entrance though. T can be such a twat, leaving poor Harry to deal with that shit on his own. And Harry? Seriously? Trying to lie to the family? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Someone's definitely picking up on some bad habits.

Ugh. Deez doesn't catch a break in this one. It was cruel sending her to go get T. Do you agree with the family being so protective of her? Or do you think D could handle the conversation?

Oooh, Gil really isn't pleased with Pretty Boy and Problem Child. Then again, hearing that they killed thirty people in two days? Especially with him being as close to a pacifist as you can be on the isle... Ugh. Not fun. Any thoughts on what Harry and T have set out to do? Are doing?

And right back to them, well Gil, being protective of the Baby Girl. Think that's gonna bite them in the ass later?

That second scene tho... Did it leave you feeling just as confused as Uma was at the beginning of it?

Were you surprised by the fact that T just rolled with her orders to undress? And didn't argue when she stated she was going on the next run?

LoLz Uma being a dentist. But T's answer tho. Made sense after the hangout right? At least T can learn a lesson. A hard-earned lesson. A painful lesson. But a lesson none the less, which let's be honest kinda hard for him. He loathes Harry helping, let alone Uma. Ugh. Sucks to suck, but so do double standards.

Ooof poor Umes tho. T got her right in the feels with that one. Accidently or not, that was definitely a blow.

Was that conversation hurt to read as much as it did to write?

We'd love to know.

Much love and appreciation

-Twisted

Side note.

Not sure how many of you read these, but we're still doing the covid isle chats if any of you are interested. It's awkward. It's entertaining. And it's a nice place to chill (in some people's opinions) in our small community we're building.

If you are interested, hit us up Fridays 5pm EST at Dark and Twisted Sisters on facebook. We'd love to hear from you. Or answer questions. Or whatever.