"who did this to you" is a marriage proposal. especially if it's your rival, their voice lethally quiet, hands already on their weapon. Yeah.

For edutainer2022 for inspiring this post and the-lady-razorsharp for giving us Scott/Havoc rare!pair.

Warnings for off-screen torture, injury mentions


It was John who contacted her.

She knew it was an emergency as soon as she saw his worried feature appear on the comm Scott had secretly given her.

Hannah knew John was the only one of the family aware of their…relationship, but he'd never tried to contact her before.

'Tell me.'

'He's been missing six days. No demands. No trace. We can't find him, I - I hope you can.'

Her jaw set and her blood boiled. She knew Scott, had needed to study him to find his weaknesses before they had become the most unconventional couple she'd ever heard of. And what she learnt was this:

Scott Tracy knew secrets worth more than his Thunderbird. If there had been no ransom demand then that's what his captors were after.

'Send me what you have.'

'Done. And Havoc?'

'Yeah?'

'Thank you.'

She gave a curt nod, mind already on the task at hand, and waved his hologram away.

Penny and Kayo were good, she knew from experience, but she could go places and ask questions that they never could without raising suspicions. She just needed to keep it from the Hood.

It took another four days to find the lowlifes that had Scott. Another two to worm her way into their confidence. While she didn't – hadn't – wanted to get the Hood involved, his name and her connection to him did open some doors.

Even then the subterranean bunker they were holed out in was huge, a WWII relic that had been enlarged during the so-called Cold War and again during the Global Conflict, and she had to be careful when searching that she wasn't found out.

Two weeks to the day Scott went missing Havoc found him.

He was in a small cell on the lowest floor. They had chained him to the wall with an ankle cuff. There was a bucket for his toilet and a piece of dirty sacking for his bed. And he was covered in blood and bruises.

And cuts. He'd once told her why he hated knives so much, and whoever had him must have known this, which meant that they had access to his sealed military record.

She held onto the bars in the small window and whispered, too quietly for Scott to hear:

'Who did this to you?'

He didn't answer, but she didn't need to know exactly who, she had a good idea.

Havoc lay in wait for the next time someone came to get him. She didn't have long. As the two guards unlocked his cell, unlocked his cuff and grabbed him under each arm, eliciting a cry of pain from Scott, she stepped into the cell, hands on the arms she wore on her hips.

'Hello, boys.'

Despite the pain, despite the fact that Scott couldn't see out of one eye, he grinned at her, a fierce light in his eye. His missing teeth caused him to lisp slightly.

'Oooh, you're gonna get it now!'

Havoc laughed as she moved.