A/N:
Hi!
So I know there are way less funny bits in those last few chapters, but hey! Plotline. Kinda.
I hope I'll be able to publish the one-shota fanfic with stuff I couldn't get in the main story.
Llalala enjoy
My breath stopped and my heart started to throb in my chest. I took a big breath.
"How bad is it?" I asked, my voice dryer than I wanted it to be. I tried to gather myself together, even though I felt a throbbing pain in my chest.
"His leg." Mika answered quietly. "It's fine, he can move fast enough."
No, not his leg. Just not his fucking leg… or anything. Sean will lose his brain before he'll let someone hurt one of his limbs.
We got to the last station. It was empty.
"They're on their way." Mika said after a long silence. "Don't worry."
I climbed off Ghost, immediately sinking to the floor.
He got shot. He got shot. Instead of letting it go, my mind went darker. It's only his leg, I tried to remind myself.
"Andie," Jon said as he climbed down as well, "He'll be fine."
I took a big breath, closed my eyes and cleared my mind. Then I opened my eyes, stood up and said, "Of course he will be. He's Sean motherfucking Black." And as I said it, we heard fast steps echoing through the tunnels.
"Help!" Dakota shouted to us. Jon ran and jumped into the tunnel. After a few moments, he jumped back to the platform, kneeling down to help Sean climb as well. His ankle was wrapped in an Animal Control shirt, and it was soaked in blood. A lot of blood. I felt my guts twisting inside my stomach and my head getting light. I looked away and took a big breath, trying to focus.
"Is the bullet still in there?" I asked, looking in Sean's eyes, away from his wound. "How did it happen?"
"Are you alright Sean? Are you hurt Sean? Will you marry me, Sean? You could've asked so many better questions." He grumbled as he sat on the ground. Dakota climbed after him.
"Well, you told us to make some noise, and we did." He said, breathless from carrying Sean and running in the tunnels. "They though our guns are real guns."
"Well, they kinda are," Sean said. "You just didn't have to tell those people to move out of your way or you're going to shoot. In front of a fucking police officer."
"Well, I got nervous!" Dakota said.
"And I got shot!" Sean shouted back.
"Stop!" Jon interrupted. "You'll have time for this after we're safe, and after Sean is treated. I'll take you with Ghost. Mika,"
"My code name is-"
"Give me directions to Andie's apartment. We're leaving. Now!" Jon helped Sean up and Dakota helped him to help him up on Ghost. I opened the lock on the gates, and watched with Dakota as they both disappeared in a close ally.
"I hope he'll be fine." Dakota said tiredly.
"He better be." I said, then we started to walk to my place in silence.
In the apartment, where Ghost took half of my living room, waited for us Karen. She took everything off the coffee table, and now Sean laid there, biting down on a belt. Karen dug the bullet out of his ankle, cleaned and sow it in silence as Zee helped her. After that, she looked me in the eye and sent me to my room. Karen was a tall, fit woman with short cut brown hair, eyes the color of steal and tattoos all over her arms. When she sends you to your room, you go to your room.
I waited there like an idiot. I never thought it could get that bad. I mean, it's Sean for fuck's sake, he never gets hurt!
Well, I guess I should've known things like that happen. I know better than most. But things like that never happen to me. It should never happen to my friends. Not again.
Karen got into my room and shut the door behind her.
"A fucking direwolf," She said. "A fucking direwolf rescue mission and you didn't think about telling me."
"You'd never believe us!" I said, trying to stay cool. "Do you want me to just come onver and say-'Hey boss, listen, so we have that fantasy world creature crisis and it's going to be super complicated to save him, cause Jon's dragon queen is not available, so we'll need your help'?"
"I get a phone call from Mika at two in the fricking morning, asking to come over without any explanations. That Jon guy, from wherever land, did you think about telling me that?"
"Karen, you're my boss. I'm old enough to take care of my own shit." I said.
"You're twenty-one," Karen said. "I don't care how much training you've had. I don't care how talented you and the others are, you are like my little siblings and I will not have any of the people I love shot or hurt again!"
I looked at her for a long moment, taking a big breath. "It doesn't matter now. It's done."
I knew she had more to say, but she kept it to herself. Instead, she asked, "Are you hurt?"
"Not physically." I said, taking my gun out of the back of my pants. I opened my safe and took whatever bullets left in it out before I stored it inside.
"I heard you had to use the real one." She said. I nodded and took the dart gun out as well. She had that annoying worried look in her eyes again. "Was it hard?"
"Not too much." I said. "Why?"
"It's been a long time since you pulled out stunts like this." She sat on my bed and looked around, "You know, ever since Danielle passed away you didn't really touched those." She gestured with her head to the safe.
"It's just violence. I happen to be unlucky enough to be talented with those pieces of metal." I said and took out some new cloths for myself. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to forget about the whole thing in my shower." I said, wanting to be left alone for five minutes.
"You'll have to face it all one day, you know?" Karen started, but before she continued her regular speech I stopped her.
"And today is definitely not that day." I said and got in the bathroom, shutting the door behind.
Jon was relieved Ghost was finally in a safe place, safe for now of course. They have to get back. He saw Bran, he knew he did, and if Bran could warg into a raven in this world, Jon can find a way to go back. He sat by the window in the kitchen and watched the street, looking for the raven in hope Bran followed them.
Sean dragged himself into the kitchen even though Karen told him to lay on the couch, and took another slice of pizza. Jon had one on a plate on his lap, because the kitchen table was still full of that… technology stuff.
"Andie's in the shower?" Sean asked and took a bite. He sat on a chair in front of Jon. He looked at the ginger's wound, now sewed and banded by Karen-the angry woman with the tattoos. She looked older than the all of them, somewhere in her thirties. She helped Mika clean up.
"Yes," Jon answered. "How's your leg?"
"It's fine," Sean looked down his leg, "Hurts like hell, I won't be able to stand or step on it for a month or so, but I'll find a way to exercise with it."
"You're already thinking about exercise?" Jon asked, amused. It brought up a smile to his face, to see how quickly that man, only a few years younger than him, gets better.
"Of course I do!" Sean said. "You should know," He picked up his shirt a little to show off his abs, "Those are not stayin' if you're not working for it." He pulled his shirt back to its place. "All for the ladies."
Jon snored. "Andie said something about how you people like dressing in such a manner to expose your bodies to, if I quote correctly, 'bring all the ladies to the yard'?"
Sean smiled at that and took another bite.
"I'm sorry you got shot," Jon felt like he had some responsibility for that. Even though soldiers get wounded or even die in every mission or battle, Jon preferred them not to. Also, the reason they did it was his wolf.
"I get hurt a lot," Sean said, "Jumping from building to building… you can't be safe." Then he looked at Jon for a moment, "But I still appreciate that. Thanks."
Jon smiled and then looked out of the window again. He remembered what Andie did that night. How easily she shot the guards and new people at the park. How she used her legs to hold him and steady herself, and shot the cars' wheels, hitting with every shot while upside down on a running wolf. Now Jon knew how loud the real guns can be. He learned how deadly they are. That small piece of metal Karen dug out of Sean's leg could kill him if it hit a more important part of his body.
"Sean," Jon started, looking back at the ginger. "Andie knew what she was doing. When the cars were chasing us… It's like she had practices for it for years."
Sean stared at Jon and then gulped whatever pizza he had left in his mouth. He became quite serious; the most serious Jon had ever seen him.
"She wouldn't want me to talk about it." He said quietly. "She tries to forget it herself, to move on."
"Yet she still keeps a gun?"
"It's precaution." Sean said. "There are still people out there that want her gone."
Jon just had more questions. He's not going to let go too easily. He'll ask her if he has too, he didn't care if she'll get mad. But Sean went on without Jon saying a word.
"It's bad, you know," He said, "She's not moving on, she's in denial. Instead of facing any of it. Maybe you should ask her. She won't like me telling you behind her back, but maybe she'll do it herself. Maybe… maybe talking to you about it will help her." And with that Sean stood up, cursed the whole world in pain and limped to the living room.
Jon was thinking. Sean had a point. And if he can help Andie by talking about the things that caused her pain, maybe she can help him the same way.
He asked the gods for a break and a solution. A way to understand himself and the people around him. Maybe that's what they need to do?
I got out of the shower, fresh with energy. No need to dwell on the past and pain! We just somewhat successfully saved Ghost!
I went into the kitchen and opened the vegan pizza box that laid on the counter with the other, mostly eaten, normal pizzas.
I went to the living room to find Sean laughing about something with Dakota, Zee petting Ghost and Mika watching a new broadcast on his screens.
Typical.
Kinda.
First thing first, I had to hug Sean. He was a bit surprised but hugged me back. I did all that I can to not cry. "Don't get shot again." I mumbled so only he can hear me.
"I'll try." He said.
"I was worried." I said and pulled away. "I thought it was worse."
Sean smiled and shrugged. "That's fine, it had to be the red head. At least I don't have a soul to get hurt."
"Idiot." I gave his shoulder a little punch.
"We all are." Dakota said.
"Yes, you all are." Mika said and turned around on his chair, a brand-new smoothie in his hand.
"You're included in 'we'." Dakota pointed out.
"Not when it comes to your IQ." Mika answered quickly and turned back to his computers. "They think it's something to do with the Animal Liberation Front," He said. "Or a different radical Animal Rights, anarchists activists."
"How do they explain the giant wolf?" Zee asked.
"They couldn't get a good shot of him," Mika said, "And there are no animals missing from the zoo. But people insist it's a polar bear. Some people think it may be a rich person's pet, even though exotic pets are more common in LA."
"These LA people." Sean scolded and sat on the couch in a grunt. Jon came in with a pizza slice.
"That's better than the frozen one." He commented.
"Yeah, and that one has pepperoni. And real cheese." Sean added with a wink. I made a sour face, not going to fight with an injured man about it right now.
"What's the time?" I asked, not feeling tired even though it was pretty late.
"Three and twenty-four minutes." Jon answered. I gave him a questioning look and he showed me he had my watch in his hand.
"And half of you have the morning shift tomorrow. And I need to cover Sean." Karen said, getting into the living room too and wearing her jacket. "I'm going to bed-" A knock on the door cut her mid-sentence.
We all exchanged glances. A moment of silence passed between us as we heard another knock.
I signed them to be quiet with a finger on my lips and went to the door. I opened it slightly, making a good show of being tired.
I looked at the person in front of me.
No, come on! Really? Really? It's three in the fucking moment, can't he have a break!
"You start to worry me." I said, annoyed and looking at the blond in front of me.
"I'm happy to know you're thinking about me," Ben smirked.
"No, really, you have some issues. It's three in the morning." I wanted to slam the door in his face but he pushed the door back with his hand. "I saw you." He said. "I saw you running in the park."