Taavetti's fan and OC stuff

I’m writing a new multi-chapter fic! It’s a plot driven sci-fi story taking place sometime in season 5, and is an AU, not canon compliant. Here’s the first chapter! The rest will be on AO3, it’s called In Another Life, and I’m planning to update weekly :)

“I understand the importance of this little mission, but this route is awfully muddy”

“Your criticism is noted, Mr. Lynn”, Janine briskly answered over their headsets. 

“Yeah, uh… your route today isn’t the most pleasant, sorry to say”, Sam added, “I mean, we’re looking for supplies that haven’t been raided yet, so ‘places no one normally chooses to go’ is sort’ve the goal today”

“Which also means that you will be heading deep into a forest full of zombies, deep enough that it will be difficult to avoid them, and our radio signal may not be able to be relied upon. Remain alert, and keep your weapons at the ready”

Five nodded, though it would only show to Sam and Janine as a bobbing in their headcam footage, and tightly gripped their baseball bat. Peter was walking at their side, and Tom was just slightly ahead, moving through the underbrush with such silent precision it was almost unnerving. 

“I am, I am, not that it really matters for me, does it?” Peter responded with what Five was reasonably sure was only joking annoyance.

“You are the one with the gun, Mr. Lynn. If a threat arises, I expect you to act to protect Runner Five… and Tom, if he is not the threat in question. If-“

“-if Tom makes a wrong move, shoot him, I know!”

“…yes. Very good.” 

“Uh… Janine? What’s that on Five’s cam?” 

They could hear Sam tap the screen, and a rustling that must’ve been Janine leaning in to get a closer look. Five, for their part, stayed still so that whatever Sam and Janine were looking at would stay on cam, their eyes sweeping the area. 

After a moment, they saw it; it was so coated in moss and ivy, it was nearly perfectly camouflaged against the surrounding dense forest. Amongst the mass of green, tiny slivers of wood and glass peaked out. 

“Well spotted, Mr. Yao. Runners, do you see the structure in the direction of Five’s camera? Whatever it is, it appears to not have been disturbed in several years. It is very unlikely to have been raided.”

Peter leaned close next to them, taking a moment to scan the area, before making a sound of understanding. 

Tom, too, walked in their direction, stopping to stand a few steps away. “I see it. Are we going in, Jane?”

“I believe that would be worthwhile, yes. Exercise caution, all of you. We are not in a position to take unneeded risks.”

The three of them approached. Tom was quick to locate the door beneath the Ivy from the different texture of the visible slivers of wood in that section. With all of them working together, it took only a few minutes to tear through the overgrowth. 

“Here’s hoping it’s not locked…” Peter grabbed the handle, and, with barely any force at all, it swung open. 

“Five, could you please shine your torch in there? It’s too dim for the camera”

They did. The sight that met them was… bizarre, to say the least. 

“It looks like… some form of supercomputer. I haven’t seen anything like it, have you, Jane?” Tom walked into the cabin, looking more closely at the massive machine that nearly filled the space in its entirety. 

“I… have not. It is very odd” 

Five followed Tom, Peter trailing in behind them as well. They slowly began to circle the machine, shining their light across its many surfaces. 

“Guys… should we maybe… not do this? We have no way of knowing what this thing does, and it’s sat abandoned all this time, mightn’t there, you know, be a reason?” Though he was clearly trying to sound calm, the nervous edge to Sam’s voice was obvious. 

Five looked up to the others to see their reactions. Personally, they wouldn’t mind moving on, to ease Sam’s worries if nothing else. 

Tom shrugged, seemingly of similar mind. Peter however was still engrossed in the panel he had been investigating. 

“Don’t you want to know what this does? How could you not be curious?”

“I… well, I am curious, actually; but it’s just not worth the risk.”

“Such a worrier! Come on now, Sam. Always so protective, overprotective, some would say… especially when Five’s here”

“Hey!” He scoffed, then sighed, his voice returning to his previous, soft but serious, tone. “Look, we can go back to explore this some other time, maybe after getting Abel back. We’re not in a position to take risks at the minute! We just aren’t! Please, just, leave it be. If one of you got injured, it’d-“

I thought about giving him my headcanoned scars, but I decided to go for his season 1 look instead. I painted his eyes and hair and eyebrows darker and made his clothes (except for the jeans which I just tailored to fit him)

As soon as I saw this doll I knew it would make a perfect base for Sam, I love this face sculpt for him, it’s got that perfect subtle smile, and the face shape is exactly right

I love this song and recently when I was listening to it, it made me think of our favorite dysfunctional middle aged straight (ex) couple lol

I love the Circuit Breaker race, and Mo as their dad is SOO sweet. I wanted to make a design for him

I couldn’t find any of these for the fandom, so I made one! It’s my first time making a personality quiz, but I had several people play test it before posting :)

Hey!! I’m doing alright, how are you? 

My Five’s somewhere between an uncle and honorary fourth parent to her! I like to imagine she interchangeably calls them ‘Magic Five’ like is mentioned once in canon, and ‘Uncle Five’. She looks up to them and sees them as a cool brave hero, and they feel very parental towards her :)

Prompt - Swimming

5 does not like getting wet, and is a poor swimmer. Like they can survive but they do not like the experience.

Autism sensory being wet is gross

However, someone has to get in the water and swim. That being 5. They have to go swimming on a run.

Sam has to get 5 in the water and just generally enjoy it and maybe that’s a good place to start. Get them to have fun rather than sit and mope on the side going ‘noo I don’t want to be wet and slimy noo’

@runner5anna thanks for the request! This one’s not about my version of Five (they’re autistic too, but mine’s sensory issues are mostly food related), but I irl happen to have similar issues with water as what you described (though to a slightly lesser degree), so hopefully I could do it justice! (Also, I low-key interpret Sam as kinda neurodivergent coded himself, so I brought a bit of that implication to this because help from fellow ND people is usually better than what a neurotypical can come up with lol. It’s subtle, you can probably ignore it if you don’t enjoy that headcanon)

Five knelt on the deck, staring miserably over the ledge, their rippling reflection gazing tauntingly back at them. 

Showers were bad enough, that disgusting waxy feeling that lingered on their skin for at least an hour afterwards, the cold droplets of water that inevitably trickled down their face and the back of their neck from their damp hair, the moisture in their ears and the way their clothes would stick to them like clingfilm. But pools and baths were an entirely different level. 

“Hey, Five”

They startled at Sam’s voice, turning to see him climbing the deck stairs. 

“Sorry, thought you might be here, mind if I join you?”

Their first impulse was to push him away. This wasn’t a struggle they felt inclined to share, most people wouldn’t understand. 

…but this was Sam, he had never judged them before… and, if they were to try to be honest with themself… they had sat there for the better part of half an hour, and made no progress on their own. 

They gestured half heartedly beside them in a vaguely welcoming way, and he took a seat there. 

 “…did Janine tell you?”

When the order had been given that all runners would begin underwater training the following week, to prepare for their upcoming mission, Five had been forced to admit to her that they could hardly bring themself to swim, let alone dive. She had essentially told them that they would be needed for the mission and suggested they begin acclimating themself to it immediately. 

Sam shook his head. “I honestly didn’t even know you’d told her”

They tilted their head, questioningly. 

“Just, when we got the announcement, you seemed sort of upset, and you weren’t in any of the usual places when I went to find you just now. -nothing important, don’t worry, just meant to chat”

“Hm” 

There were a few long moments of silence, before Five finally brought themself to explain, “…I hate how water feels”

“Ah, yeah, not the biggest fan myself, to be honest. My mum said I used to cry at my swim lessons as a kid”

They looked away, going back to staring at the water. 

“I don’t mind it so much now, I think it’s about distraction” 

They frowned slightly, but still gave no answer. 

“Mm… hold on, be right back”

He got up, heading back down the steps. They weren’t sure what he was doing, or whether they should be curious or worried. 

___

Some time later, perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, though Five hadn’t kept track; he returned, now wearing swim shirt and trunks , hands full with towels, a few spongy balls, rubber rods, and shiny translucent plastic gems. 

He set everything down on the deck, then grabbed one of the balls, moving to the far side of the pool deck from them, sitting with his legs in the water. He gave the ball a light underhand toss to them, and they caught it, reluctantly scooting closer to the edge. Though it made them cringe, they too, slowly lowered their legs into the water, then tossed the ball back in his direction. 

They tossed it back and forth several more times, both of them becoming increasingly competitive, tossing the ball higher or faster, and soon Five was laughing despite themself. 

After a few rounds, each missing the ball once or twice and having to retrieve it from further down the deck, one of Five’s throws bounced off the rim of the pool in a way they hadn’t accounted for, and fell lightly into the water, drifting and bobbing on the surface. They froze. 

Without hesitation, Sam slipped into the water and swam to the ball, grabbing it easily in one hand, and turning. He remained there for a moment, treading water. Lifting the now-dripping-wet ball out of the water, he called to them. “Ready?”

They hesitated… but the game had been fun so far, and, for a few brief moments now and then, they had nearly forgotten that their legs were submerged at all. They nodded. 

He grabbed the side of the pool with his other hand, and firmly threw the ball their direction. 

They caught it in both hands, and water immediately dribbled down their wrists and dripped into their lap. Their expression of disgust was immediate.  

“Five! Pass it here!”

They shook themself, tossing the ball back in his direction. 

“Try to keep focused on the game”

“…I don’t know if it’ll help”

“Well, you’ve gotten this far, that’s already quite good, isn’t it?”

“But I won’t be playing a game on the real mission”

“…but you’ll have other mission things to focus on still, and then after you’ll have running”

They considered this. After a moment, they reached out, ready to catch the ball once more. 

___

They played for at least twenty minutes, before Sam asked, “want to get in the pool as well, today? I found dive toys if you like”

They gazed down at the water below. They’d gotten quite wet already from the many sponge balls they’d caught. Their arms, chest, and lap, were damp, and their legs were still submerged in the pool. 

“…I don’t know.” They sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. “…I’m sorry… maybe tomorrow? -if you have time?”

He smiled, swimming to the edge of the pool and climbing onto the deck. “Sounds good, yeah”

He tossed them one of the towels and began drying himself off with the other. 

They dried themself best they could, but that awful feeling still lingered, coating their legs, making their heart sink. They hated it so much, they began to regret trying any of this. 

“Let’s get changed and get some tea, yeah? I’d still like to hear about that run you were going to tell me about, earlier”

“…yeah, alright”