12th January, 2027

Outside Supposed Fallen HQ

Near San Francisco, CA. America

Dume did not stop her seductive walk toward me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Bandit and Blitz were unsuccessfully trying to escape their bonds. Dume eventually knelt down in front of me and fully removed her mask. She had a seductive smile across her face. No…please…She suddenly grabbed my face and rammed her tongue down my throat.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!" IQ's voice shouted from a very very long distance away. I could barely remember what was happening in that small yard. Dume kept on kissing me forcefully and ran her hands against my body getting closer and closer to my crotch. I opened my eyes and saw that a vision of Ela was now standing nearby. She didn't look happy either.

"I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME!" it shouted in an ethereal version of Ela's voice.

"Hey Boss, can you like not do that," Loki's voice said. I could hear the disgust in his voice but he looked frozen with shock. Dume finally stopped forcefully kissing me.

"Shut the fuck up Jayke! It's my house! I can do whatever I want in it! Like this," Dume said and stuck her hand down my now open pants.

"No…no…I don't want this…I want it to stop," I said in a weak voice. Dume laughed and continued to rub my crotch. And it wasn't even on the boxers either. She grabbed forcefully. I didn't like it. Make it stop!

"I don't care what you want, baby. This is my house. I get what I want when you are on my property," Dume said. "And that goes double for you Jayke!" The feeling of someone else's hands on my penis wasn't arousing this time, it was disgusting. I opened my mouth and begged for someone to help me. Eliza. Tina. Seamus. Jack. Dom. Elias. Derrick. Meghan. Richter. Julia. Monika. Ela. ANYBODY. But all that came out was a very weak "Mommy…" Through my tear filled eyes I saw 4 figures recoil.

"That's right baby. Mommy Dume has you now. Don't think about your wife anymore. She's not here. You have me," Dume whispered into my ear. "Your wife? Whatever the bitch's name is? She stole you from me." I still couldn't move. Dume's men (and Artillery) were cheering her on. The feel of her hands rubbing me felt like sandpaper. She had started to forcefully kiss me again. That too felt all wrong. It was like kissing someone that didn't really love you but rather just lusted after you. Dume stopped after what felt like several minutes. In that time I imagined my big sister coming to the rescue like she always did but she wasn't able to this time. I was completely helpless and Dume was taking advantage of it. My eyes refocused to see that Loki was standing near my sister. I couldn't hear what she was screaming but it looked like it was "No" over and over while crying. Loki was standing near her leaning over her with a knife. Dume stopped kissing me once more but her sandpaper hands were still firmly attached to me.

"Jesus Christ Jayke, finally. I was wondering when you were going to move in on the only other foreign chick in the room. Take the guns off him now. That's clearly still Jayke. Good on you for checking to make sure. I've heard about that shapeshifting asshole that works for these fucks," she said before looking me in the face. "Don't cry baby. Jayke couldn't handle momma as much as you are." Even though something in the back of my head was telling me not to and that Jayke was actually my best friend and he must be cutting IQ's ropes instead of making his move on her, I didn't really listen. I wasn't listening to anything anymore other than the screaming in my head. I no longer saw the scene in front of me. The figures of the Fallen and my teammates had evaporated only to be replaced with one color. Red. The ropes binding my arms and legs snapped just like my fury. I threw Dume off me and let out an inhuman roar.

I. Went. Berserk.

12th January, 2027

Outside Supposed Fallen HQ

Near San Francisco, California. United States of America.

This was the absolute worst day of my entire life. First of all, I as well as Bandit and Elias had been blindsided and apprehended by the Fallen. Second of all, THE LEADER OF THIS ORGANIZATION WAS SEXUALLY ASSAULTING MY LITTLE BROTHER! I was screaming my head off as Loki was trying to cut my binds. Nothing registered to me at that moment. I needed to get to Lukas. I simply must help him. This woman was forcefully touching and kissing him right in front of my eyes.

"Hey Jayke? Is she giving you any trouble?" Artillery said as she walked over. "Allow me!" I felt a sharp sting of pain in my ankle followed by the splintering of bones. Again I barely registered what was happening to me. I simply needed to get to Lukas. I needed to save him. Just like I always do. Loki shoved her away from me and continued to hack at my bindings. I looked up to see where Artillery had gone. Into the arms of someone I no longer recognized. The figure looked like my little brother…but I have never seen him this angry. It was honestly quite terrifying. But I didn't care. Don't worry Lukas, Har-Monika's going to save you.

January 12th, 2027

Outside Supposed Fallen HQ

Near San Francisco, CA. America.

What the fucking fuck man?! First off, the literal moment I find Dume disguised as Jayke is when everyone else gets captured! Are you kidding me! And to make matters worse…Luke was being…God I can barely say it right now. I was incredibly torn at what to do when Dume started her assault. I hadn't expected that and the shock of seeing it first hand was not only sickening but caused me to freeze. It was only when Dume spoke to me was what got me to finally move. I shoved Artillery away from IQ…right into the arms of someone that was absolutely apoplectic with rage. Oh no…

12TH, JANU-FUCK!

AHHHHHHHHHH!

RAHHHHHHHHH!

Artillery was the first to fucking die. Because I had seen her break my big sister's ankle. Absolutely. Unacceptable. I ripped off her mask so I could see her fear and watch the life leave her face. Her fucking bitch ass face looked just like her fathers before I blew it to pieces and hung his body from a helicopter. She had the same amount of fear as he did too. She struggled fruitlessly against my grip on her neck. I rammed my fist through her stomach and out through her back. Blood and gore sprayed from the large hole now in her stomach as well as her mouth. I grabbed the weapon that she had dropped. Shotgun, meet face. The remains of her body fell over in a bloody mass. The next person that got anywhere near me got the remaining 7 shots of the gun to the chest. His comrade took a baseball swing of the weapon to the face. I heard and felt his neck break. More of them tried to approach me. They met death. Because I had grabbed the knife of the guy who was more lead that he was flesh and bone. Necks were sliced, eyes were gouged out, limbs were severed or ripped off in my rampage. I spotted my gear in a heap on the ground nearby and after slamming the knife into someone's temple, I picked up one of my grenades. I saw that the final ones still standing were some dude with an apron cutting my sister free and…her. The person that was my assaulter. My attacker. She had abused me sexually. She had reduced me to an object. An object she had used to get herself off. Unacceptable. She started to scramble away from me. Bad idea. She'd only die tired. I grabbed her leg and slammed the knife into it. She screamed but it was cut short because I had lifted her into the air by her neck with one hand.

"No…no! Please!" she begged.

"SHUT UP!" I roared and started to squeeze her windpipe closed.

"We could have been…so go-" my attacker's words were silenced by the 5 inch blade getting slammed through her chin and mouth. I slammed her body on the ground and I heard her spine break. But I was not done, I pulled out the grenade and turned up the frequency to max and shoved it into her mouth.

"DIE!" I shouted before kicking her in the head and running out of the blast zone. From behind me I heard a male voice shout "EARS! COVER YOUR EARS!" I didn't because even the high powered sonic grenade wouldn't drown out the screaming. My attacker's head exploded into a mass of red and pink and she struggled no more. Now onto the fuck with the apron. He was standing a few feet with 3 other figures behind him. 2 of them were holding the other back.

"Lukas!" the man with the apron shouted. Oh so he knew my name? How personal! Suddenly his form shifted to a more familiar person. I knew this man I think. I remember him standing next to me while playing guitar with my band. Also at a place where I was watching a green haired woman in a white dress walking towards me. That woman's name was Ela and she was my wife. I was certain of that.

"Lukas! It's me! It's Derrick," the man shouted again and held up his hand. The man's form shifted back to the fuck with the apron.

"LIAR!" I shouted at him. Something in the back of my head triggered. It was a female voice saying "I think we have to start asking more personal questions about each other with Loki around now. Just in case we don't know where he is. Don't you think Eliza?" followed by "That won't really work on me. He's my brother. We know pretty much everything about each other." Another thing fired off in my memory. A little boy in my arms. This must be my son or something. I was also certain I knew his name was Tobias.

"WHAT IS MY SON'S NAME!" I shouted at the man. The man still had his hand up.

"Tobias. Tobias Antoni Weiss. After your father and Ela's grandfather," the man said. OH SO HE KNEW ELA TOO?! WAS HE FUCKING HER OR SOMETHING?! I picked him up by his combat vest with both hands.

"WHERE IS MY WIFE!" I screamed. If she was assaulted too, there was no coming back from this. Something was prodding my rage filled mind. A soft voice. A voice that I knew must be Ela's.

"Lukas. It's Derrick," she said. That just made it worse actually. My best friend had stood there and watched me get assaulted. The man's form shifted to that of Derrick Castellano.

"YOU WATCHED IT CASTELLANO! YOU WATCHED HER ASSAULT ME!" I snarled.

"Lukas, let him go. He couldn't do anything to stop her. He had guns pointed at him," the disembodied voice of my wife said again. Stronger this time.

"Let the rage go, Lukas. Come back to me," she said calmly. With "her" help, I began to see the world more clearly. My vision started to return to normal and I no longer viewed everything as "needed to die" or "would die later." In my hands I had lifted Derrick up against a tree. He was struggling a little. I also felt more hands on my body but they weren't…hers. Two of them were female though. Purple nail polish. They were shaking too. I let Derrick go and he stumbled forward. I turned to see Monika's tear stained face looking at me. She looked like she had been crying nonstop for the past 30 minutes.

"L…Lukas. It's me," she managed to say. The other person's hands on me were Bandit's. He gingerly let go. Monika attempted to hug me but she was pulled back by Elias and Derrick.

"LET ME HUG HIM!" she shouted. Honestly…I didn't want anyone near me right now. Not after what just happened. They would either assault me or I would rip them to shreds. I was sure of that so I made my voice heard.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME! DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME!" I shouted at Monika. Monika still attempted to do what I just told her not to do but Elias stopped her.

"Monika. Don't," Elias said, sounding serious. That was rare from him. He essentially was the German version of Derrick.

"He's my br-," Monika began angrily but Derrick cut her off.

"Don't," he said before he put a finger to his earpiece. "Mira, we need an evac team. Now….Alright cool. They've been on their way ever since you guys got grabbed. T-minus 5 minutes." He then started to massage his throat. I had done that. I had caused all of this carnage. I looked down at the bodies. As I did so, I saw that one of them had green hair.

"No…" I whispered and looked at it again. It was Ela…I had killed her in my rage. This was my fault. I snarled in anger which caused everyone to back up in fear.

"Luke. I'm at home with the babies. Look again," Ela's voice rang in my head again and I followed her orders. The body I originally thought was Ela's was just some random Fallen member. The grass had made it so I saw green hair. I breathed a small sigh of relief and caught Monika staring at me. She was still crying but I didn't say anything to her or acknowledge her presence. I saw that everyone else was looking at me every so often too as we waited for the evac team to arrive. They must think I'm a pathetic loser. A failure of a man. Someone like me doesn't really deserve to be a father. I would be the absolute worst role model to my kids. How would they feel when they found out their father was assaulted in front of their aunt? Disgusted. Let me tell you what. I stood off to the side barely noticing that Derrick had made sure that I was not in reach of any weapons. The evac team had arrived along with Alpha team. Derrick silenced Ryad's question about what happened with a look. Ryad pressed his finger to his ear and nodded. Not another word was said as all of us left the area after 20 minutes. I barely looked back.

January 12th, 2027

Our House

San Francisco, CA. America

I picked up the ringing phone after leaving my child with my sister and niece. It was my husband from the base.

"Hi sweetie," I answered. Zoey, who was still within earshot, asked "Dada?" I nodded at her. She was getting so smart! Derrick says she takes after me but that's just him being modest. He's a very smart man too.

"Tina," his voice said seriously. "Something happened." My face fell. Cindy and Lindsey noticed. Cindy had asked if Derrick was ok with a look. I nodded. She would know if something had happened to Derrick. The whole fucking neighborhood would.

"What happened," I asked and started to walk out of the room. Zoey started crying a little and as much as I didn't want to, I ignored it. I needed to know what happened. Cindy had placed her hand on Zoey's little head and said "Mommy will be right back ok?" to which Zoey responded with a sad little "Ok."

"Well, we got the Fallen leader. According to Seamus, his squad infiltrated and eliminated the rest of the Fallen at their location," Derrick explained.

"That's good at least. You think they're gone for good?" I asked as I leaned against the wall in the kitchen. On that wall was the photo of myself and Derrick at my wedding. I was leaning my head against Derrick's shoulder and his smile looked just as handsome as it did when I met him all those years with Buck.

"I hope so, do me a favor will you," he asked.

"Anything you want, Clark," I responded using the pet name I called him all the time. Despite that, I could still hear a twinge of pain in his voice.

"Don't mention them around Lukas anymore," he said simply. I gasped.

"Did…did they kill Monika?" I whispered.

"No. Thank God…but something just as bad happened to Lukas. If not worse."

"Alright sweetie. I'm glad you called. We were worried about you."

"I'll be home within the hour."

"Alright then. I love you," I told him.

"Love you too," he responded and hung up. I looked at the photo I had of Lukas and Ela from our wedding hanging on the wall. I looked at Lukas's smiling face and wondered what could have happened to him during this mission. Hopefully, he was ok mentally.

12th January, 2027

Rainbow Six Headquarters

San Francisco, California. United States of America.

I don't think I could ever stop crying. Not even the loving embrace of my wife was stopping the tears. My ankle had been set and I was currently in the infirmary getting it checked out by the medical team. Meghan was in the room with me. She was holding my hand as I cried into my other hand. I had been so excited to tell Lukas that the interview Meghan and I had gone to the other day had been quite the success. The person we had spoken to, a woman named Abigail, was very impressed with both Meghan and I and had told us that while we were most likely going to get a child, it still would take a little while as there were families ahead of us. That happy thought was now at the back of my mind after what I had seen.

"Where is he Meghan, where is my brother," I asked Meghan.

"To my knowledge, he's staring at the wall in one of the lounges," Meghan answered.

"Did you see? Did you see what she did to him?!" I asked angrily.

"...yes…" she answered after hesitating. "After Seamus' squad had completed their objective, Jordan and I went to help monitor you guys. I hated every single second of what we were seeing. Come here. I know, that was traumatizing. Even for you." Meghan then leaned over and hugged me quite tightly. She smelled like the perfume I had given her for Christmas. My ankle had been placed in a cast and it no longer hurt as much as it had after the adrenaline wore off back at that villa.

"My little brother Meghan," I cried. "I promised my grandpa I would always protect him before he died. Lukas was so small when he was a baby…"

"Shh, it's ok," Meghan said softly. "Let it out." I did so for the next several minutes in her embrace.

"Monika," a new voice said. It was Derrick. "Lukas is going home for the night. We've called Harry. He says he can be on the next flight out in order to evaluate Lukas's mental state. Are you ok?"

"Yes," I answered. I saw that Derrick looked shaken up about something. "Derrick, it wasn't your fault." Derrick clenched his fists in anger.

"I stood there…and did nothing," he said through gritted teeth.

"Der-wick," Meghan said gently. I always valued her relationship with her brother. It's why I loved her so much. "You had about 3 guns pointed at you at the time. I was warning you about it constantly. If you did anything, your cover would have been blown. You didn't tell her to do that heinous act."

"Right…Right…I've called Tina and asked her to not mention the Fallen around Lukas for the time being. We should all do that honestly," he said.

"I agree," Meghan said.

"As do I," I added.

"I've also called Ela, she's on her way with Zofia to pick him up," Derrick said. "Should be here soon."

"Where is he?" I blurted out suddenly. I needed to know he was still safe.

"Staring at the wall in the lounge still. Hasn't said a word all night," Derrick answered and took out his phone. "Ela and Zo are here. I'll go let Lukas know."

"Can…can you check on him in the morning?" I asked him. Derrick nodded.

"Course I will Mon," he told me. I nodded and leaned back against the pillows. Meghan stayed in the room with me until I was allowed to leave. This was still one of the worst days of my life. The little boy that used to follow me around my parent's house with a teddy bear I had given him had been abused by a monster. I'm sure I'm the worst big sister ever for letting it happen.

12th January, 2027…I think

Rainbow HQ…

San Francisco, CA. America…

The sound of light footsteps brought me back to reality. I had been reliving the assault over and over and over for the past few hours. I turned to see that Ela had arrived.

"Hi Lukas," she said before her loving smile was wiped away after she took one look at my face. Great. It's already starting. She hates me and the fact that I had let it happen. I didn't say anything. She went to touch me but I moved out of the way of her hand.

"What? No hug?" she asked. No. No hugs. Hugs are reserved to people that love me back. I still loved her. More than anything else in the world. But I could just tell she didn't love me the same anymore. I must be less of a man to her now. I could see it now. We would be divorced by the end of the year and she'd take the kids away from me forever. She'd want to find a real man, not one that was taken advantage of like me. There are so many better men in the world than me. It was bad enough that most of the people here witnessed what happened to me via Derrick's body cam and now I know Ela had seen it and was reacting accordingly.

"Lukas, Ela's going to take you home," Derrick's voice said. I glanced over to see that Zofia had noticed how he was speaking to me. Ela did not, she was still trying to get my attention. Eventually that stopped after Derrick had placed his hand on her shoulder. The berserker rage bubbling within me started to reach a peak. She was MINE Castellano! MINE! You had your own fucking wife! Leave mine alone you charismatic American bastard! The softer and more logical side of me (that sounded a lot like Monika's voice) managed to beat the berserker rage away however and I resumed staring at the wall.

"Lukas, come on. Izzy misses you," Ela said and managed to get her hands on me. Immediately I was thrust into a scenario where she was my abuser. The person I loved the most. I imagined her forcing herself on me and ripping my pants off. I envisioned her making me have sex with her. She was also aggressive. Not playfully aggressive like she was in the past. But full on ravenous for my body. In the vision, she got what she wanted.

"Lukas, it's me. Ela. Your wife," Ela said, cutting off the horrible scenario in my mind. "Come on, let's go home." I saw the expression on her face. She was worried about me. Or at least that's what she wanted me to believe. I knew she thought I was less of a man now. Not the big strong manly man who she had fallen in love with years ago.

"What's wrong with him?" she whispered to Derrick. Derrick, who had been speaking with Zofia, simply shook his head at Ela. Again the berserker rage started to boil. My supposed best friend had stood there and done nothing. I wanted to beat him senseless. Preferably in front of Me-

"I'll drive," Ela said. The berserker rage was beaten back once again (again, by Monika's voice saying "Derrick would never ever try to steal Ela from you. Think. You know this is true.") and I started to think a little straighter. Everyone must want me to go home for now. Fine. I would honor that request. At least for the night at least. In the morning, I'd give Ela what I knew she wanted. Me gone. Never to be seen in her life ever again.