Derek Simmons

“Go ahead and tell your imaginary friends I said hello.” He quipped in a monotone while listening to Simmons.

“Imaginary? I have friends everywhere Kennedy. You rise from the dead and see how many follow you.”

He struggles against the bindings over his biceps and chest, trying to rip through them, but pauses to follow Simmons with his eyes. The other man circles him like a predator stalking it’s prey. Three? What? Who? He had only talked about Ada before, and that was already reason enough not to take the deal. Who else? Questions run through his head like a record on a record player, his eyes unable to focus on anything while he tries to figure out who else was in this mess because of him.

“Talks cheap for a man bound to a chair Agent Kennedy.”

As his jaw was grabbed hard and forced to meet Simmons eyes, a growl escaped deep from his throat. He tried to move his head but couldn’t, he had forgotten how strong Simmons actually was. “Leave Sherry out of this! I swear to god if you do anything to her death sounds merciful!” Not Sherry. Not the one he already sacrificed everything for. The one he had promised to protect then and always. Fuck..

“Still making threats even all tied up.”

You

What the.. when did I get this blackout drunk?

Her eyes widen in shock. “Simmons?” Her eyes then shifted to Leon. “Was trying to save you from being mail order bride-ed.” She holstered her weapon, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t worry I would have to be blackout drunk to be married to myself too.” She quipped her expression unreadable.

Still confused as ever, he just tried to process the whole situations. "Yeah I ge... Wait.. Bride? Why would I be the bride?" Even more confused he turned to face Ada.

“You’re the only one who could pull off a wedding dress and still look good.”

Her eyes shifted to Leon as he turned to face her, she parted her lips to speak however Simmons got to it before her. Dark gems snapped to the man. “I beg your pardon?” Her eyes narrowed, before her attention returned to Leon with an actual answer worth their time. “Because you are the one Anon is commandeering to marry them. Meaning you are their mail order bride. It’s a metaphor.” She explained a slight amused smile quirking at her lips.

He just stood there quietly and took a sip of his whiskey glass. Ignoring everyone else in the room "Oh yeah that. And me in a dress? Why?"

“Who else? Do you want to see me in a dress Agent Kennedy?”

"Yeah lets skip that. I don't think they make dresses for t-rexes" He said and downing his whiskey in one gulp and pouring another.

She stood blinking in disbelief to what she was witnessing in the moment. “You’re agreeing to marry Simmons?” She muttered under her breath almost offended, once he finished pouring his whiskey she reached down and snatched the cup, bringing it to her own lips and stealing a larger gulp than a woman who never drank should have taken from it. “How do you ..” the face she made said everything.

"Hey that's mine!" He yelped, but then he just took a sip from the bottle anyway.

She poked her finger against the bottle pressing lightly against it. “You have this one, sharing is caring.” She quipped.

“I think I can manage finding a dress for myself. Ada gets a full tux.”

"But my whiskey..." He almost looked sad but he shared it anyway. He thought everyone could use a drink given the absurd situations

She set the glass she stole from him down in front of him. “It’s not going far handsome, if I have too I’ll personally buy another bottle for you.” She looked up at Simmons. “Don’t bring me into this, I’m not going to be wearing anything.”

He stopped bottle halfway to his mouth.

"My wedding? With who? What the...?"

“There is..a… wedding?” She blinked a few times before standing up fully her head moving between the two.

“I thought Anon was kidnapping and marrying you?”

You

What the.. when did I get this blackout drunk?

Her eyes widen in shock. “Simmons?” Her eyes then shifted to Leon. “Was trying to save you from being mail order bride-ed.” She holstered her weapon, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t worry I would have to be blackout drunk to be married to myself too.” She quipped her expression unreadable.

Still confused as ever, he just tried to process the whole situations. "Yeah I ge... Wait.. Bride? Why would I be the bride?" Even more confused he turned to face Ada.

“You’re the only one who could pull off a wedding dress and still look good.”

Her eyes shifted to Leon as he turned to face her, she parted her lips to speak however Simmons got to it before her. Dark gems snapped to the man. “I beg your pardon?” Her eyes narrowed, before her attention returned to Leon with an actual answer worth their time. “Because you are the one Anon is commandeering to marry them. Meaning you are their mail order bride. It’s a metaphor.” She explained a slight amused smile quirking at her lips.

He just stood there quietly and took a sip of his whiskey glass. Ignoring everyone else in the room "Oh yeah that. And me in a dress? Why?"

“Who else? Do you want to see me in a dress Agent Kennedy?”

"Yeah lets skip that. I don't think they make dresses for t-rexes" He said and downing his whiskey in one gulp and pouring another.

She stood blinking in disbelief to what she was witnessing in the moment. “You’re agreeing to marry Simmons?” She muttered under her breath almost offended, once he finished pouring his whiskey she reached down and snatched the cup, bringing it to her own lips and stealing a larger gulp than a woman who never drank should have taken from it. “How do you ..” the face she made said everything.

"Hey that's mine!" He yelped, but then he just took a sip from the bottle anyway.

She poked her finger against the bottle pressing lightly against it. “You have this one, sharing is caring.” She quipped.

“I think I can manage finding a dress for myself. Ada gets a full tux.”

"But my whiskey..." He almost looked sad but he shared it anyway. He thought everyone could use a drink given the absurd situations

She set the glass she stole from him down in front of him. “It’s not going far handsome, if I have too I’ll personally buy another bottle for you.” She looked up at Simmons. “Don’t bring me into this, I’m not going to be wearing anything.”

He stopped bottle halfway to his mouth.

You

What the.. when did I get this blackout drunk?

Her eyes widen in shock. “Simmons?” Her eyes then shifted to Leon. “Was trying to save you from being mail order bride-ed.” She holstered her weapon, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t worry I would have to be blackout drunk to be married to myself too.” She quipped her expression unreadable.

Still confused as ever, he just tried to process the whole situations. "Yeah I ge... Wait.. Bride? Why would I be the bride?" Even more confused he turned to face Ada.

“You’re the only one who could pull off a wedding dress and still look good.”

Her eyes shifted to Leon as he turned to face her, she parted her lips to speak however Simmons got to it before her. Dark gems snapped to the man. “I beg your pardon?” Her eyes narrowed, before her attention returned to Leon with an actual answer worth their time. “Because you are the one Anon is commandeering to marry them. Meaning you are their mail order bride. It’s a metaphor.” She explained a slight amused smile quirking at her lips.

He just stood there quietly and took a sip of his whiskey glass. Ignoring everyone else in the room "Oh yeah that. And me in a dress? Why?"

“Who else? Do you want to see me in a dress Agent Kennedy?”

"Yeah lets skip that. I don't think they make dresses for t-rexes" He said and downing his whiskey in one gulp and pouring another.

She stood blinking in disbelief to what she was witnessing in the moment. “You’re agreeing to marry Simmons?” She muttered under her breath almost offended, once he finished pouring his whiskey she reached down and snatched the cup, bringing it to her own lips and stealing a larger gulp than a woman who never drank should have taken from it. “How do you ..” the face she made said everything.

"Hey that's mine!" He yelped, but then he just took a sip from the bottle anyway.

She poked her finger against the bottle pressing lightly against it. “You have this one, sharing is caring.” She quipped.

“I think I can manage finding a dress for myself. Ada gets a full tux.”

You

What the.. when did I get this blackout drunk?

Her eyes widen in shock. “Simmons?” Her eyes then shifted to Leon. “Was trying to save you from being mail order bride-ed.” She holstered her weapon, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t worry I would have to be blackout drunk to be married to myself too.” She quipped her expression unreadable.

Still confused as ever, he just tried to process the whole situations. "Yeah I ge... Wait.. Bride? Why would I be the bride?" Even more confused he turned to face Ada.

“You’re the only one who could pull off a wedding dress and still look good.”

Her eyes shifted to Leon as he turned to face her, she parted her lips to speak however Simmons got to it before her. Dark gems snapped to the man. “I beg your pardon?” Her eyes narrowed, before her attention returned to Leon with an actual answer worth their time. “Because you are the one Anon is commandeering to marry them. Meaning you are their mail order bride. It’s a metaphor.” She explained a slight amused smile quirking at her lips.

He just stood there quietly and took a sip of his whiskey glass. Ignoring everyone else in the room "Oh yeah that. And me in a dress? Why?"

“Who else? Do you want to see me in a dress Agent Kennedy?”

“Go ahead and tell your imaginary friends I said hello.” He quipped in a monotone while listening to Simmons.

“Imaginary? I have friends everywhere Kennedy. You rise from the dead and see how many follow you.”

He struggles against the bindings over his biceps and chest, trying to rip through them, but pauses to follow Simmons with his eyes. The other man circles him like a predator stalking it’s prey. Three? What? Who? He had only talked about Ada before, and that was already reason enough not to take the deal. Who else? Questions run through his head like a record on a record player, his eyes unable to focus on anything while he tries to figure out who else was in this mess because of him.

“Talks cheap for a man bound to a chair Agent Kennedy.”

You

What the.. when did I get this blackout drunk?

Her eyes widen in shock. “Simmons?” Her eyes then shifted to Leon. “Was trying to save you from being mail order bride-ed.” She holstered her weapon, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t worry I would have to be blackout drunk to be married to myself too.” She quipped her expression unreadable.

Still confused as ever, he just tried to process the whole situations. "Yeah I ge... Wait.. Bride? Why would I be the bride?" Even more confused he turned to face Ada.

“You’re the only one who could pull off a wedding dress and still look good.”

You

“Go ahead and tell your imaginary friends I said hello.” He quipped in a monotone while listening to Simmons.

“Imaginary? I have friends everywhere Kennedy. You rise from the dead and see how many follow you.”