#gafanfic

“I can’t believe this base is never shaking.”

A man is walking fearfully at the corridor.

He wore the Magenta tunic and put his hand in the pockets of trousers. Often watching the window restlessly.

Unlike his brisk steps, he doesn’t seems like the officer of this security organization.

“Okay…Medical centre is here.”

He turned right and opened the door with smile.

“Good afternoon,ma‘am.”

Go into the room, there was a nurse.

“Good afternoon, Captain. Please check in before go to changing room.”

She was a tall-about 6feet-and has green eyes and smiled him gently.

“I came from Dublin and I’m donag-”

“Nonono, you can just tell me your codename. We can confirm by your ID.”

The nurse interrupted his continuation with her hand gesture.

“Oops, thanks. Captain Magenta and Identification is here.”

“I confirmed. please take your file with numbered ticket, and go to the first examination room. There is a box at each place, so please put your file in there and wait.”

Receiving the number tag and file, Captain Magenta had a suspicious look on his face.

“Um…here is the medical centre of Spectrum base isn’t it, not a hospital?”

“Yes. Why not?”

Nurse’s eyes seemed murmured “What do this guy means?”

“Oh, never mind. this situation seemed same as the Medical check of my…ex-company.”

Hahaha…nurse couldn’t stand to laugh, cause she understood what he wanted to say.

She nodded like that she empathize to him.

“Yes. What we doing is completely same. Your first examination is blood test. Please change your clothes and go to the next room.”

Nurse pointed an aisle with smile.

“Sure.”

He walked away.

ーーーーーーーーーー

“Captain Magenta, Medical check is over and please go to the conference room.”

“Roger. Thank you.”

Wearing his magenta cap, Captain Magenta thanked nurse.

“Comference room is this way.”

“Okay, thanks.”

He was stopped from heading in the opposite direction, he chuckled embarrassedly and left the medical centre.

Closed door, he breezed deeply and slapped his own cheeks. He felt come back to real and little bit hurt.

It reminds his mother‘s expression when she came to the prison to Meet him, and also himself when he decided to start his new life as an honest man.

“I’m not same person as a gang Patrick Donahue. Now I’m Good Patrick Donaghue.”

He murmured with silent voice that he cannot hear well.

His face on the window has no more any scars by the conflict with opposite syndicate, and his lost teeth became back by implant treatment. First, nobody knows that he was a famous gang, except Colonel White and Spectrum HR.

Captain Magenta walked to the conference room, his ears caught some unclear voice.

He looking to the window on the doors, two men-black and grey uniforms-and colonel White.

“How long the meeting is…”

He waiting with leaning against the wall, turning and throwing his cap. For a while, he heard footsteps.

Looking to the place where the sounds came from, another Spectrum agent walking. He wore the yellow uniform, had a well-made body and little bit forcefully expression.

“Huh!”

Magenta got up from the wall with Swearing with no voice.

“What a serious guy…”

Murmured silently, His expression seemed like making fun of that guy.

“He should to be an ex-police!”

Magenta grinned and looking his face line. He never met him but somehow he resembled someone related with his past.

The guy came to closer, he was looking Magenta with grumpy face.

His glance made magenta little bit scared because it reminded him an Interrogation in police department.

Suddenly, he made eye contact with the man, and Captain Magenta gasped and took half a step back, because he remembered when he caught with NYPD.

The man seemed to say “Why the hell are you looking me?” Or “Hey, we met you. Didn’t we?”

When they approached a distance of about 20 steps, they both opened their eyes as if they had noticed something.

“What theー”

“Oh no, you’re Ko-”

Kowalski, don’t you? Magenta continued to saying with no voice.

lieutenant Kowalski…was in a CPD. He was also working with NYPD and fighting with some crime syndicates(including mine) in New York…magenta remembered.

Yeah, he should be. I saw him attacked our Business negotiations. I cannot forget his interrogation. He was soooo Intimidating…

but, wasn’t he killed by the car bomb?

He remembered about past lieutenant Kowalski. He was more lean and had a lot of freckles and some mole on his face. But his nose and glance is almost same.

“Why are you in here…!?”

The man with yellow uniform said with Confusion.

“WHY?”

Magenta Shrugged with Stunned face.

“‘Cause Spectrum wanted me.”

“Oh ,YOU? I don’t believe that World government need gang like you?”

“Nice greeting.”

“How did you deceived colonel?”

“Hmm…Now I understood you are actually cop…”

“What do you mean?”

“Nope.”

Feeling they are going to the foolish battle, Magenta snorted and turned away. looking that, another man-captain Magenta thought him as lieutenant Kowalski- frowned.

“Nononono, you shouldn’t do stupid.” Magenta gestured of stop his next action.

“I’m not stupid guy like fight with you here and be fired.”

Heavy silent came between them, He squatted on the spot while holding his head.

“This is too awful even though it is a divine punishment for my past guilty.” he shouted in his mind.

Why should I work with him? He sighed.

“Huh, I also understood you are really clever that you almost revealed my extra information.”

Magenta looked up him with yellow tunic, his expression was looking him like a fool.

“What? You don’t need look me like that!”

“Frazer.” The man said silently.

“I’m now Richard Frazer, Not “koー”someone. And Captain Ochre in here.”

“Yes, yes my bad. Nice to meet you,pal.” Captain Magenta shrugged again.

What a lucky guy I am!-Magenta murmured that with no voice. Now he looks like a marionette which lost his own strings, and looking the door with grumpy face.

Amelia never imagined a day would come when she would willingly choose to spend her free time wiping disgustingly smelling baby food off her nephew and nieces mouth and playing Frozen for Zola the 10th time that week. But she did. And that normally turned Owen on in a big way. Elis and Bailey were out like a light that night, but Zola was not as easy to tuck in. The kid asked a lot of questions for her age, Amelia thought, and was mature far beyond her age. Not surprisingly though, given where she was coming from. Zola was a sharp and likely brilliant kid. The type that doesn’t get easily convinced to go to sleep, especially not when she feels an adult wants her to go to sleep really bad. And Amelia wanted her to go to sleep really bad, because she wanted some alone time with Owen in their own bed. She made a mental note to herself, that while she loved kids, boy, it sure came at a price. She was determined to show Zola who the boss is, and her warming motivation made itself ever more present inside of her body, ready to spill out.

"Zozo, it’s been enough stories for one day, you watched Frozen just 10 minutes ago. You need to go to sleep, tomorrow you have to go to kindergarten and you can’t be late. You know how your mother hates that. And you know that being late is what caused your daddy to go to heaven."

At the hearing of Derek’s name, Zola went all pouty and quiet, disarming all her hard-headed intentions to fight for her right to stay awake.

"Does daddy know I love him ?"

Amelia smiled while tucking her in and leaning forward to plant a kiss on her forehead: "He knows Zozo, and he loves you so much too, if he were here he’d kiss you just like this.” Amelia stroked the child’s cheek gently and smiled to her for another moment, then got up to turn off the light, not before saying good night, sleep tight honey, and gently closing the door.

She made her way downstairs as noiselessly as she could breathing a sigh of relief as she reach the ground floor, without any one of three little ones waking up or calling after her. As she was headed downstairs a thought shot through her mind, that this was really almost as if having her own children.

Owen was facing  the large window overlooking the small patio of Meredith’s house. He didn’t even blink when Amelia started to be her bubbly overly chatty self, declaring:

"I’m now firmly convinced raising children must be the hardest job on earth. Neurosurgery is peanuts by comparison. You can basically screw a child up with bad parenting, not to mention all the infinite happenings of their lives you have no control over. And there is not nearly enough science tied to parenting to help you through it. She declared, while cleaning up the pizza box and leftovers of take out. You’re operating blindfolded, half the time. I can’t seem to figure out why people have children! Can you figure that out ? But at least tonight, I reported a small victory and got Zola to go to sleep, so you and I . . . could . . . " Amelia grinned, while drawing closer to Owen.

Owen didn’t even flinch, at the discussion about children.

He continued staring out the window, as figures started getting sketched on this blank mind, figures drained in blood, faces squirming in pain, the pain preceding death, for most of which, came at a very untimely young age.

Descending into the carnage next to his car, Owen went into a blind rage, trying as only a mad man would, to salvage those young kids, blown up after their truck had hit a land mine. Twenty five bodies sprayed the earth beneath, mingled with dark green metal from the truck, and the canvas that was covering it. They were headed back after a long fight. They were grateful they made it to live another day, joking in the back of the truck and getting all silly. The kind of silly, you try to be, when you know full well you just narrowly avoided death, another day. Silly mixed with a handful of relief. And there they were blown up, without even a chance to fight back, this time a far too merciless fight. He ran from one body squirming in pain to another, trying to triage, to salvage, to help, but the feeling of helplessness inundated him with every passing second. The world was closing in on him, shutting him down and his mind was for a whole chunk of time, taken over, by a higher power. One may that call that fear. A fear deeply ingrained, at the back of all their minds, that they too will die one day. And that fear propelled him forward with great force, stumbling over semi dead bodies, some howling some silently dyeing. Until a hand and a scream louder and healthier than those surrounding him, pulled him out of his crazed up, failed mind:

"Get up and get in the truck now! We need to leave, there’s word that rebels are headed our way. We have no ammo, no defense. "

Seeing that Owen didn’t budge, Riggs put his hands around Owen’s shoulder and harshly tried to pull him up, screaming even louder and closer to his ear:

"This is an order Hunt! I am your commander now! "

In a matter of seconds, Owen channeled his force away from the wounded and against the new enemy that had briefly substituted that all familiar, death presence that motivated him earlier. Owen’s world was reduced to black and white, impulse ridden decisions. Just what trauma surgery requires. The only exception, being, trauma surgeons operate under the guarantee of their own safety, and this was the opposite. But Owen hadn’t learned that yet. Riggs had been a trauma surgeon in warzone longer than Owen had, and Owen still had to learn. For instance, Owen hadn’t learned yet, that it wasn’t wise to try to choke your commander. And yet here he was, in the middle of mostly dead bodies, on top of Riggs, with his hands tightly intertwined around his neck, ready to take out the obstacle that was standing between him and saving lives that he felt were more valuable than his own.

As Amelia drew closer to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind, and starting to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, she too had just learned she was none the wiser. Her head was the first to fly backwards, generating a loud thud against the opposite wall, and swiftly taking the rest of her body with it. With no time to make sense of what had just happened, all she could do, was stare into Owen’s unapologetic eyes, as he pinned her against the wall with his hands exerting a tighter and tighter grip around her neck. Slowly, thoughts formed in Amelia’s foggy mind, along with an ever increasing pain: Owen was literally chocking her to death. And he didn’t seem to have a care in the world.