I Wanna Get Better

So I put a bullet where I shoulda put a helmet
And I crash my car cause I wanna get carried away
That's why I'm standing on the overpass screaming at myself,
"Hey, I wanna get better!"

-Bleachers

"Molly." Albus said sleepily from the doorway to our bedroom. I glanced up at him, feeling guilt flash over my face before I carefully controlled my expression into apathy. Albus also looked like he was controlling his expression towards calm. He took a deep breath, his bare chest expanding lightly. "What the fuck are you doing at five AM on the floor of our living room?"

I looked down at what I had spread around me. Photos from the lot by the water. Of the bruises on my arm, the scratches I'd left on Liam's, the cut on Will's face, the wound on Ryan's leg. Sketches of those among the men that we'd been able to describe. All of our statements. The original file that had led us to the trap. A record of our calls for help, from Chris, Ryan, and, finally, me.

I probably had 200 pages of information here, and nothing was any clearer.

I reached up and rubbed my face haphazardly. If I'd been a boy, I would have had several days stubble on my cheeks; as it was, my legs were progressing from the prickly stage into the straight-up hairy stage of leg hair growth. I needed to shave. Badly. "I didn't mean to wake you up." I said after a beat to Al, letting my hands drop to the carpet helplessly. My boyfriend sucked in slow breath.

Five days since the accident, and we still knew nothing.

"I always wake up when you get out of the bed, crazy girl." He murmured, stepping forward carefully; he navigated between paper piles until he was out of space, and then he ducked down, picking up the picture of the bruises on my arm. He studied it for a long moment before he shook his head absently, looking down past it at the scratches on Liam's arm. He crouched down, picking up the shot, frowning at it. "What…" He asked softly, dragging his fingers along it. "Did you scratch him?"

I hesitated, then pressed my lips together. "I'm not supposed to talk about it until the investigation is over." I murmured. Albus's eyebrows shot up.

"Have I mentioned I hate your job?" He asked after a moment, his voice as soft as mine. I half smiled at him.

"You might have. Once or twice." I looked down at the papers. "I have to go back tomorrow." I offered, my voice odd as I picked up the photo of Will. Will had not managed to school his expression in time for this photo. He looked terrified. Merlin.

"You don't have to." Albus murmured, and I let my head sag to one side, fixing him with a look. "You don't. This is a voluntary job. You're not an indentured servant, no one in my family would care—"

"I'm in charge of Alpha team." I murmured. "We just lost two team members, I can't quit now, it will be—" I shook my head. "The team will collapse. Not even because I'm that important, because Liam could lead, but—" I fell silent as Al's eyes darkened. "The office will be a nightmare tomorrow but that doesn't mean I can leave." I finished softly.

Al turned his head, looking to the fire that was always burning in our fireplace, carefully magicked to stay in place. "You don't have to stick out all shitty things. You're allowed to call it quits, sometimes." Albus murmured, and I watched him, willing him to look back at me. I hated these goddamned conversations. Because I was talking about my job. And he was talking about my dad.

"I know it was hard for you when I got hurt." I said tightly; his gaze snapped to me. We almost never talked about this. Yeah, well, Albus couldn't keep doing this. "And I'm sure this," I waved a hand at the folders around me, "brought you back to fifth year." I reached up, pushing my hair out of my face. "But this is not that. I am trained for this, Albus. This is my job. And, yeah, I get hurt at it sometimes, but I hurt back, now." I lowered my voice. "I'm sorry you have to live with this, and I know I signed up for this and you did not." I swallowed. "But this is not like before. I will never let that happen again, you know that."

Albus did not look convinced. "What if I said that wasn't enough?" Albus asked after a moment, his voice very, very low. He spoke barely above a whisper. I stared at him. "What if I said I wanted you to quit anyway? What if I asked you to quit?"

I frowned at Albus. I didn't like the hypothetical. I didn't like my answer, either. "I would quit." I admitted. He sighed, his shoulders dropping, and we were both silent for a long moment. Finally, he shook his head.

"I'm not asking that." He reached up, scrubbing at his face hard. "Merlin." He put his hands on the floor and lightly pushed himself to his feet. He stood up with a wince, then turned to offer me a hand. I looked at it guardedly.

"You can't ask me theoreticals." I murmured. Albus took a heavy breath.

"I really, really don't want to fight at five in the morning." Albus murmured. "Can't we just go back to bed?" He asked, keeping his hand out. I looked down at the papers around me, and I finally sighed, reaching up and taking his hand. He pulled me up carefully, then tugged me to him finally, releasing my hand only to wrap his arms around my waist. I ducked my forehead against his chest, right below his neck, and he rested his chin on my head. "I will be so mad if you get yourself killed at this job." He whispered to me.

"That won't happen." I promised him softly, raising my hands to his chest and pressing my palms there, just enough to tilt my head back to look at him. He looked down at me with a beatific smile. He didn't believe a word I said. "It won't." I protested softly.

"Did Chris think it would?" Albus murmured. I swallowed, knowing the answer. Of course, Chris hadn't. Chris's wife hadn't. I had seen her at the funeral—it had been terrible. It was too easy to imagine Albus in her position. Especially considering we had no idea how this had happened.

Albus must have realized how hard his question had hit because he let out a breath, stepping back from me, grabbing my hands with both of his. I stared at him. "Let's go to bed now, yeah?"

"I'm sorry about all of this." I offered shakily. Albus smiled slightly, shaking his head.

"I signed up for this. All of this. You." He shrugged. "I'm all in if you're all in. I just wish you weren't." I looked down, my eyes landing on the picture of Will's face, the dead look in his eyes.

Sometimes, I wished I wasn't all in too.

The next morning, I slipped into my dark jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, sliding into my knee-high boots easily. I grabbed a sweatshirt from the back of my door, leaned over Albus to press my lips to his—he mumbled something sleepily that sounded suspiciously like love you—and stepped out of my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

It was time to go back to work.

I grabbed my wand and my bag, before I flicked my wand at the mess of folders on the floor; the papers arranged themselves neatly in a pile. I bent over to pick them up, tucking them under one arm and reaching up to run a final hand over my hair, turning back to the mirror across from our fireplace. I was running late this morning—had done so intentionally, because my bed was too comfortable and too warm—but only by about two minutes. I really didn't want to go to work.

But this wouldn't get better until I did.

I took a deep breath and crossed to the floo, grabbing a handful of floo powder. I threw it down and stepped into the green flames. "Auror Office, Ministry of Magic." And then I was off.

A moment later, I emerged into the bullpen, ducking my head as I crossed between desks. Juniors from other teams—including a kid that Liam and I had started with—scattered as I passed them, falling silent. Idiots.

"Morning." Ryan said dutifully as I walked up to our cluster of desks. Chris and Halley's desks had been whisked away, so it was just me, Liam and Ryan at one cluster, and Jessie and Will in another.

I dropped my bag on my desk then sank into my chair, looking at Liam across the desk. He met my gaze reluctantly, his mouth pulled into a frown. "Morning, team." I said quietly. I glanced from Liam to Ryan. "How's your leg?"

Ryan hesitated. "Fine." He paused, and I kept my gaze on him. "How's your arm?" His voice was odd; he wasn't sure it was his place to ask that question. I rewarded him with half of a smile.

"I'm fine." I said shortly.

"Wes said you were badly hurt." Liam finally spoke, but didn't look up from his desk. I hadn't seen him, or the rest of them, at the funeral; I had walked in with the Potters, which usually meant I was too busy being Albus Potter's girlfriend. Even at Auror department events, even at funerals, my boyfriend's last name meant more than my job.

"Wes is overdramatic." I said quietly, an edge to my voice. Liam met my eyes, and I swallowed at the misery there.

"You could barely move it." Liam murmured. "They hit you with sectusempra." I stared at Liam; had they? I didn't remember that, but it had been so fast.

"I got away from that guy on my own." I reminded him after a moment, my voice light; we weren't supposed to talk about it, but all of Alpha had been there. It wasn't like I was giving away too much. "I wasn't that badly off—"

"What guy?" Will asked quietly, and I glanced at him; the younger boy was frowning worriedly at me. I swallowed, looking back to Liam for a second.

"One of the men tried to…" I hesitated. Grab me? He had succeeded at that. Had he wanted to separate me? Just get me farther from Liam? "He grabbed me. I tried to keep a hold of Liam but I couldn't hold on." I looked down at my desk, fiddling with papers there busily.

"Was he trying to abduct you?" Ryan's demanded, his voice angry.

"I think so." Liam said quietly.

"So this was a Potter thing?" Jessie asked. At this, we all looked up at her. She blinked. "I just mean—you're—" she hesitated. "You're high-profile." She finished softly.

I made a growly noise in the back of my throat but didn't say anything to her. She flushed. "I'm sorry." She muttered after a beat.

"She's not wrong." Liam said irritably; I glanced sharply at him. "You shouldn't be in the field."

At this, my eyes narrowed. "He didn't say my name—"

"He called you princess." Liam countered. I glared full-out at him; of course, Liam hadn't missed that.

"I showed up with straightened hair, face full of make up, a pair of heels, and a cocktail dress." I snapped at him; this was the most confusing argument. Why the fuck did Liam care if he called me princess? The threat wasn't clear; that was the only criteria for pulling aurors from field duty. "He would have called me Princess Potter if he meant anything by it."

Liam shook his head, getting up and standing behind his desk, his jaw tight. "You're putting yourself in danger by not reporting this properly—"

"And you are crossing the line." I hissed, glaring at him. "Those idiots at that fucking raid were more interested in my auror status than my boyfriend's last name." Liam's eyes flashed.

"Those idiots grabbed you and tried to pull you away." He spat at me, his volume already too loud; I felt the eyes of the rest of the bullpen. "Those idiots killed Halley and killed Chris! What do they have to do before they're not idiots, and they're just the threat they are!"

I stared at Liam speechlessly. We weren't supposed to talk about what had happened, and we were both breaking that rule. But telling the bullpen that a guy had tried to grab me—that was bad. There were tons of people in here.

"Liam." I said lowly, my voice carefully level now. "I already have a boyfriend who hates me doing my job. My coworkers hating me doing my job is just proper insane. Now. It's well mint that you want to take care of me, but I'm a big girl and can take of myself, and I've already talked Albus off the ledge this morning. Now. If you could just shut up about everything, we could do our jobs." I looked down at the desk, determinedly studying the papers there.

There was a long minute of silence before Liam turned and stalked towards the locker rooms. I made a point of not glancing after him, instead looking up to Ryan, who was staring at me.

"Are you from Manchester?" He asked after a beat. I blinked at him; that had not been the expected question.

"Not really." I said after a moment, definitively. "Or—the Gales are. I grew up in Nottingham before Hogwarts. My mom and step-father and step-brother still live there." I hesitated, then decided to say no more lest I get bogged down in my life story; asking where I was from was a more loaded question than for most people. The Gales were from Manchester but Dad had gone to uni in Nottingham with Mum, and they'd both settled there. I'd grown up there, until I was eleven, when I began spending 10 months of the year at Hogwarts in Scotland, and then at sixteen, I'd moved into Fred Weasley's home in Southern England, while most of my siblings grew up in London, and I spent a significant chunk of my time there and at the Potter Estate outside of London.

Like I said. Loaded.

"You said 'it's well mint.'" Ryan said quietly. "That's Manchester."

"Your mom remarried?" Jessie asked. I twisted to look at her, my eyebrows drawing together.

"Yes." I answered flatly. "Now. If we're done with questions about my life, which everyone knows I love," I shot Jessie a pointed look and she blushed. "I want everyone to do a round of wand-to-wand before we try out actual auroring again. Whichever one of you loses both rounds will do the paperwork tonight." I looked around at Jessie and Ryan. "Jess and Ryan, you guys are first. Go change. Will, hang back a min."

Jessie and Ryan both got up, following Liam's path towards the locker room. I waited until they were out of earshot before I turned to Will. The kid was watching me with flat eyes. Will never had flat eyes. Will was too animated, too everywhere, too much. And now he was doing this. This was scary. "You okay?" I asked bluntly. He shrugged. I crossed to the desk Jessie had vacated, sinking down in my chair. "Will." I said after a moment, my voice softer. He held my gaze. "What's going on?"

He shrugged again, and I sighed. "Here's the deal, Will." I said quietly. "You don't have to talk to me. You don't have to talk to anyone. However. That's a really lonely deal. I've been there, I've tried it, and it sucks." I pursed my lips, studying the younger boy. Will was twenty to my twenty two, to Jessie's nineteen. So young. "Also, if you talk to me, there is less chance I will report you for mental status change to Potter, which comes with mandatory therapy, which will be way worse than talking to me this one time. So."

Will looked down. "I'm fine." He murmured. I let out a breath, and his chin shook once. I hesitated—was Will really that near tears?—before he repeated himself. "I'm fine." This was such a poor show, but I didn't want to call him on it. We all didn't feel up to it today. But we'd all come in, and that was what mattered.

"Okay." I murmured. "If you need another day, let me know, okay?" He nodded, but said nothing. "Okay, go join Jess and Ry. Don't lose." Will stood up, and I let him pass me before I leaned back in the chair, leaning my head back to stare at the ceiling.

I had been head of Alpha for about 15 minutes and already had had a fight with my deputy and failed at reaching out to a probationary agent.

This was not going so well.

"This is the file." I said heavily, dropping it on the table around which my team was clustered, three hours later. I had hijacked the conference room so that we could have a private space to look at everything.

Training was done; getting back in the game was done. I was the head of a team that looked like it couldn't sleep at night, much less fight bad guys. I wasn't interested in small potatoes; I didn't care if other team leaders' would have done this differently. I didn't have what they had. I had a bunch of kids—of whom, somehow, I was the oldest, at 22 (how). I had a file that I couldn't show to anyone else, and no leads.

Silence fell as everyone leaned forward, flipping through their files. Liam paused on the photo of his arm, and Jessie, beside him, leaned over to look at it, frowning as she did. "How did this happen?" She asked. Liam lifted his accusatory gaze to me, and I glared at him to silence him. I was not interested in another self-righteous tirade. Of all of the overprotective assholes in my life, I was really not into this new trait of Liam's.

"Don't worry about it." I said pointedly.

Will leaned over to look at it too, and then snickered. "Looks like Molly scratched him in the bedroom, then..." He muttered. I blinked, surprised, and then Jessie snickered, and Ryan looked outraged, and Liam shoved Will, and, finally, relief exploded in my chest. This was our Will—this was the idiot that could put innuendo into anything.

"I've got a boyfriend, moron." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the smile of relief on my face.

"Like I would ever date Molly." Liam finished flatly. I glared at him.

"Thanks." I said sourly. Liam glared pointedly at me, and I rolled my eyes.

"Even if you and Al broke up," Liam began, and I swallowed, "our bosses would kill me. Immediately." He shook his head.

"Potter and Weasley would not kill you." I said witheringly, looking back down at my own packet. "If anything, they would kill me. Their family has taken care of mine for actual years only for me to not marry their son? That's a bad one."

There was silence in the room. "You're marrying Albus?" Liam demanded after a beat, and I willed the flush on my face to die down. "Molly." Liam's voice was already jumping back to hostile; Jesus, this boy need to get a handle on himself.

"We've talked about it." I said quietly, glancing up at Liam. "He kind of implied he bought the ring the other day." I shrugged, one corner of my mouth pulling up into a smile unwillingly. Liam opened his mouth and then closed it, before he let out a breath and grinned at me, his shoulders dropping from where they'd been defensively perched all day.

"I wanna be in the wedding." He asserted. "I have been friends with both of you since we were all eleven, I was his roommate for years, I want in. Albus's groomsmen or something—"

"You want to be in the wedding?" I demanded flatly. "You want to be in our wedding? You, Liam Fitzroy, want to be—"

"Why is this so hard to understand?" Liam snapped.

I snorted. "Maybe because your patience for life things is minimal." I said shortly. "I barely even want to be in my wedding. Weddings are a pain in the ass." I shrugged.

"I want to be in your wedding." Liam repeated, enunciating carefully. I made a face at him.

"Let's wait for Albus to propose before I make him add guys to the wedding party, yeah?" I pointed out. Liam rolled his eyes, looking back down to the folder in front of him, and he flipped past the photo to the first statement in his packet. I looked back down at my own packet, flipping through the papers but feeling my eyes glaze over. I'd read everything here. One million times.

"I was thinking we could just follow up on the sources I used to find the warehouse to begin with." I said vaguely. "I spoke to like three people and they all led me there—"

"Basil Nejem, Emmy Botterill and Oliver Reaver." Liam finished. "Were they dangerous?" He asked, and I shook my head, glancing up at him.

"Nejem's a goods dealer but Botterill's just a healer who lives in the area and Reaver is the manager for the storage complex." I shrugged, swinging my gaze to the team "You and me can take Nejem and then the three of you can track down Reaver, then Botterill?"

"I can go alone to see Botterill." Will offered. I pursed my lips, studying him. "She's a healer, right? She's probably at work, which means I'll be in a hospital full of people. I can definitely handle her. It's not like she'll be dangerous—"

"Why wouldn't she be dangerous?" Liam demanded in a dangerously low voice. I glanced at him, raising my eyebrows, but he didn't even look at me. "Or have you completely forgotten that someone tried to kill us all earlier this week."

The room got horribly silent, and I mentally cursed as I reached up to rub my forehead. We'd been on such a good note.

"I didn't mean—" Will's voice was very small, suddenly.

"I don't give a fuck what you meant, Will!" Liam slammed his hand into the table and stood up while Will stayed seated, scrambling backwards in the chair; he was going to hit Will.

"Liam—" I bit the word out as I my folder on the table and leapt towards him, walking around the table in two seconds flat. I grabbed Liam's shoulder and turned him back towards me as I slid in front of him, then turned back to him, putting both of my hands on his chest. My eyes flashed as I stared at him.

He sucked in a breath, realizing he was in trouble. "Molly—"

I shook my head, cutting him off. "Hallway." I said sharply. "Now." I didn't want to embarrass Liam, and I knew that we'd had a shitty week. But this was bad.

Liam glowered, not moving, and I felt a twinge of fear somewhere in my chest. "You don't understand!" Liam finally exploded at me; I didn't move a muscle, even if all of my instincts were screaming for me to take a step back.

"Liam." I said lowly, holding up my hands in a surrender position, keeping eye contact. "You need to lower your voice."

Liam was breathing heavy, staring at me. When he didn't speak, I took another step toward him; we were very close, now. "Hallway." I repeated, quietly, cursing myself for sounding so sharp before. I had forgotten the one rule about fighting with Liam. Never match him, volume for volume.

He turned away, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding before following him out. Liam slammed the door open so hard that it hit the wall, hard, and I let him, closing the door softly behind me. I turned to him, keeping my hand on the doorknob, watching him back as he walked halfway down the hallway and then turned and started back. He was trying to walk off some of this anger. That was good.

"Liam." I said quietly. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't mean to—" He reached up, scrubbing his face with both hands. "Will is just such a little shit, y'know? And sometimes I can laugh at it but I am really not down for laughing, today."

I watched him calculatingly. If I reported this incident—even without a recommendation for desk duty—Liam would certainly get a psychiatric evaluation. I didn't want that. He was my partner. Moreover, Alpha couldn't afford to lose any more people. I'd been half bluffing when I'd threatened to report Will. If we lost one more person, we would have to be out of commission, or just be an accessory to the other teams. Beta would be bumped up to Alpha, and we would probably never get that title back.

And if I didn't report Liam, there was a chance that the next time he lost it, we would be in the field.

"Will is definitely a little shit." I agreed tonelessly; Liam's nervous gaze flew to my face, and I studied him. "But that, in there, was, at most, annoying." I murmured. "What are you doing?" I repeated my question.

Liam stopped walking, his nervous energy focused on me. "He's going to get himself killed with an attitude like that." He retorted.

"Then tell him to stop acting like that." I murmured. "Don't just lose your shit on him. He's just a dumb kid." I stared at him. "Make him smart. That's our job. We make them smart, just like Halley and Chris made us smart." Liam's crazy energy was fading, now. "You almost hit Will, in there. And we can't have that." I shook my head. "You have to talk to a therapist."

Liam opened his mouth to protest, and I scowled at him seriously. "Liam, you are fucking lucky I'm not reporting you to Potter." I let out a breath, making the decision as I said it. "You're a deputy. You can't hit probationaries. You can't come close to hitting probationaries. You can't think about hitting probationaries. You just can't."

Liam huffed defensively, reaching up to run his hands through his hair. "I didn't mean to." He hissed.

"I know." I said calmly. "But that's not enough." Liam stared at me. "Therapy. At least once a week. I mean it, Liam. You're an angry guy but this isn't you, and I know that. So get back to angry guy. Work through whatever this is."

"Whatever this is—" He retorted, and I just licked my lips. Finally, Liam swallowed, tugging on his black t-shirt. "I was sleeping with Halley. That's what this is. I was sleeping with her, and now she's dead." He shrugged wildly, the frenetic energy back. This was too much for him to say.

"You what?" I snapped.

"I was sleeping with Halley!" Liam whisper-shouted. "What do you want me to—" He shook his head, biting off his own words.

"Okay." I said hollowly. This was not okay. "Okay. You were sleeping with Halley. Okay—" I paused. This made so much sense. No wonder Liam had lost his shit. He'd been sleeping with Halley, and then he'd been trying to resuscitate her in a fucking corridor while hiding from men trying to kill him, too.

I had to desk him.

I turned away, crossing my arms against my chest. I didn't want to desk Liam. That would be really bad for him. It was a bad mark on your record. It was worse for your reputation. Especially if it got out that he got desked because he'd been sleeping with Halley—that wasn't allowed. At all. It was bad between equals—it was way worse that Halley had been his boss. Shit. If Alpha team went under, which, frankly, it was looking like it would have to, Liam would need to transfer to another team. He was great at his job. He didn't deserve to not get another place in the department because he'd been sleeping with Halley and then Halley had gotten killed. But something had to be done. Goddammit, Liam.

"Okay, change of plans." I said, wheeling back around to face him. He stared at me. "You are going to a therapist, tonight. I will find one at St. Mungo's who won't tell anyone you're seeing them. They will be unaffiliated with the Ministry." I swallowed; I couldn't risk sending him to one that was affiliated. I knew there were laws protective patient confidentiality, but I wasn't dumb. People talked. And gossip about a dead woman and her subordinate would be too much for a lot of the idiots here. I needed a good person who would keep his or her mouth shut. "You will see them twice a week. You will tell this extremely confidential therapist to send me a memo everytime you've seen 'em—I don't need to know how you're doing, I just need to know you are doing. If you skip a session without a good reason, I will kill you and then report you. Got it?" I asked. Liam stared at me.

"I don't need to be babysat—" He began irritably.

"Fine. I'll report you, and you'll get publicly desked. Everyone will find out you were sleeping with Halley." I offered sarcastically. He glared at me, then nodded.

"Fine." He muttered.

"Fine." I repeated. "Now. Take another minute and then we'll go back in and you will be gruff but loveable to Will, okay?" I glared pointedly at him. He nodded mutely. "Do you need water?"

Liam's eyes flashed. "You're not my mother!" He exploded.

"Thank God for that! If I was, I'd be beating you senseless by now—" I snapped.

"Uh, guys." Mr. Weasley's voice came from down the hall, and we both spun around to face my boyfriend's uncle. He raised his eyebrows, amusement making him grin at us, and I recognized his single dimple from Albus's face. "Don't love it when members of Alpha team yell at each other. In the hallway."

"Sorry." Liam muttered.

"Sorry, Mr. Weasley." I said louder than him, forcing a tight smile.

"You can call me Ron, Molly." He offered. "I was your guardian…"

"Not at the office." I insisted, sticking my chin out. "Same rule with Mr. Potter. And I'm living with his son."

Mr. Weasley barked out a laugh. "Whatever you want, sweetheart." He turned back around and re-entered the door he'd emerged from; his office.

I resisted the urge to correct him. He called me sweetheart for the most mundane of reasons—genuine affection. But it still didn't do wonders for making me seem less like the boss's kid's girlfriend.

"Sweetheart." Liam snickered behind me. I wheeled around, glaring.

"Shut up." I hissed. He turned away, but he looked less tightly wound. That was good. I'd give him another half minute, and then we'd go back in. And I would try to forget that Halley, my mentor, had been sleeping with Liam, my partner, and that I wasn't reporting it.

I'd had better plans.

A/N: so this chapter is later than I planned to put it up... mostly because it's been hard to write. Also because some stuff has been happening in my real life which has been of questionable levels of good. But really happy people are rarely good writers, so I'll take this as a good sign for my writing.

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