#hacker!reader

So here you were, sitting in a dingy basement typing away and furiously clicking your mouse. You screamed into the com for your "co-workers" to move their asses and get all the cargo loaded before the animal-themed vigilantes show up and start beating their asses.

"Vi! I can't I busted up my knee last week!"

"Jimmy, I don't care if you injured your knee last week. I'm telling you to haul ass so you better start fucking hauling ass!" You screamed into the headset. These buffoons were pissing you off. Their constant remarks of "well why do you care?", because if they get caught then that's a step closer the crime fighters are to you. And even more devastatingly, a step further your paycheck is from you. You removed the headset and groaned. A hand ran through your hair. You leaned back in your desk chair and stretched your back. You hated all of this. But money is money. And the little thrill you got was nice too.

You have this weird ability. You're basically a virus, hence the name Virus or Vi (sometimes). You can merge yourself into any kind of technology and the internet. You can travel through it. From the left monitor to the right monitor like a cursor. Or from your monitor to a security camera in Berlin. The possibilities were honestly endless. When you were a kid your school took the class to a lab as a day trip. A couple of the kids were messing around and it resulted in you getting knocked into a few live wires and nearly dying via electrocution! Ever since then, you've had these abilities. So much can be done with the Internet at your fingertips. Not much information can be hidden from you. On top of having powers, you're rather smart if you do say so yourself.

A sudden crash had you shooting back up. You stared at the monitors displaying security camera feeds. Several vigilantes had broken into the base.

"Those motherfuckers..." you grumbled as you put your headset back on. You quickly started the alarm. A blaring noise rang through your headset. Red lights flashed on your screen, doors shut and your boss's goons finally started hauling ass. It was too late though, they were already at the base.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." You dragged your hands down your face.

'Boss is gonna kill me.' You frantically scanned the cameras and triggered every lock in the base. Doing whatever you can to keep them away from your "co-workers" until they finished the job that should've been done 20 minutes ago!

No matter what you did the vigilantes kept bypassing all the security systems. Which hurt because you made them. How were they doing it? You squinted at the screen as the group of criminals barked orders at each other and tossed cargo into the vehicles. A man in black and blue; Nightwing, held his hand up to his ear.

'They're wearing earpieces, which means they've got someone behind a desk.' You typed rapidly, searching your system for something new, someone who wasn't supposed to be there. As long as this person was still hacked into your system you'd be able to find them.

"There you are." You stood up, your chair rolling back. Even if the user and their information were hidden, nothing was truly hidden from the Internet. It would take longer than usual, but you'd be able to find them. You hoisted yourself onto your desk and placed your hands on the monitor screens. They became pixilated and eventually vaporised into the system. The rest of your body followed suit.

The Internet was a fun place. It was so colourful, but also so disgusting. You stood in a pixilated void and searched for the red wire that you needed to follow. The wire floating in the abyss glitched. You ran alongside the wire, following it to its home. You used your smart watch to bypass any security this foreign account had set up. Now that you were thinking about it, what were you going to do when you got there? Let's be so serious you would not win the fist fight. This trip's going to take a hot second, you've got time to think.

Tim was sitting in the Batcave, Barbara had other matters to attend to so Tim was made to stay behind and fill the position of Oracle. He was kinda excited about it. He wouldn't admit it to the rest of them because they'd definitely give him shit for geeking out over a criminal. But come on! Virus was really well known amongst computer nerds. You had to give credit where credit was due. Even Babs had good things to say about them. They were an entity, never caught. The thought that he could hack into their system and be the one to take them down was thrilling.

He was watching camera feeds, disabling the security system you designed and feeling smug about it.

Until his screens started to flicker.

"What the?!" He screeched.

His screens glitched. Some shut down completely. He frantically tried to fix whatever mess was occurring. A few monitors turned back on but they just ended up flickering too. The screen directly in front of him lit up, brighter than it should've. Tim held his arms up to shield his eyes from the light. In between his limbs, he could make out a figure.

'What the hell?' He thought. The pixilated figure manifested into a proper body and latched their hands onto the armrests of his chair.

"Hey."

'Is that it? Is that all you have to say?' Tim was crashing out. What the hell was happening? You vaporise out of his computer and just say "hey" like it's a casual Tuesday. You both stared at each other, frozen and in a trance.

"Uh—so I didn't really plan out what exactly I was going to do when I got here," you stopped your rambling as you caught his eyes lock onto your cleavage for a brief moment. You were leaning over so he had a full view down your top. It gave you an idea. "But it's fine, you're cute." You smiled.

Tim sat in disbelief. He should probably fight you off and go back to work but honestly, he didn't want to leave this compromising position. Then a thought crossed his mind. He was just hacking one of Virius's security systems—a criminal who's never been caught—and now a woman has just appeared through his screen.

"Wait a minute—are you, Virius?"

This is not what he was expecting. When most people think of hackers they think of men with neckbeards in their mother's basement or ratty teenagers with chunky glasses. Not a hot woman who has crawled out of your screen and is now perched on the ledge of the desk, hands on your armrest.

Tim's cheeks flushed. He tried to look away but once again got distracted by your chest, now being pushed tighter by your upper arms. You titled your head to the side. In that moment he caught sight of the others stuck in the crime base. His senses came back and he could hear them all screaming into the coms for him.

"Tim!"

"Red Robin!"

"What's going? Is everything alright?"

"We don't have all day!"

Shit. He still needed to disable your security system fully. They needed him.

In a few swift movements, you tossed his headset to the side and hopped onto his lap. He couldn't help but moan at the impact of you landing on him. His hands latched onto your hips to push you off, but he couldn't do it. Your nails dug into his shoulders. You hadn't planned on seducing him in order to fix this mess, but here you were, sitting on Red Robin's lap with soaked panties. Fuck he was hot.

"Yes I'm Virius, just call me Vi!" You gave a faux smile, trying to distract him from the voices in the headset. He continued to not pay full attention to you though.

"Oh come on Red, you're not going to choose work over this?" You hand crept up his neck and gripped his throat like a vice. He gasped as your breasts pushed into him when you leaned to his ear. "I'll let you win, you can do whatever you want to me." Your breathy whisper was almost enough to make him combust right there. Subconsciously, his hands began to massage your waist and your hips began to roll. He groaned as his eyes flickered to the glitching screens.

"My guys won't hurt them. They're just moving some things." You rested a hand on his heart and another played with his hair. You grabbed a fistful and forced him to look at you. Your whole body halted. You almost laughed at the way he rutted into you. "I promise baby." A devious smile graced your face.

Tim was looking at you like you'd just promised him the greatest head of the century. He was forming a bulge and hes never felt so guilty about something. Was he really about to let this criminal seduce him? Leaving his family—who are geniuses and in defence of his future actions could probably hold their own—to find for themselves...

"If you don't trust that my guys won't hurt them, I'll send a message instructing them not to."

...yes he was about to do just that. They'd all spent years in training, they'd be okay for a few minutes. You giggled at the feeling of his boner underneath you.

"What do you say Red?" Fuck it. He slammed his lips into yours. You both groaned into the kiss and you resumed your grinding and his rutting. The chair rolled towards the desk, your hand steady on the ledge pulling you forward so you could keep your promise and send the message on.

The makeout was sloppy, inexperienced on both ends. It didn't take long for clothes and costumes to be discarded. You were both left in your underwear. Tim's skin was covered in light scratch marks and blooming bruises. His hands roamed your body, massaging you as you sucked on his neck, just by his Adam's apple. His eyes rolled back as he let out a moan. His dirty and pleasurable thoughts were interrupted by screaming coming from his discarded headset.

"Tim! What the fuck is going on man?!"

"Tim—Tim what is going on? Responded now!"

"Is the line disconnected or something?"

His eyes shot out wide. What is he doing!? You're a criminal! But fucking hell were you hot. And making him so good. He caught sight of one of the goons knocking Damian off a platform in the warehouse. Thankfully, he landed with no injuries but it brought Tim back to reality for a moment.

You notice him tensing beneath you. His eyes weren't in the back of his head anymore they were focused on the few working screens behind you. Shit. You needed to get his attention back on you. Your idiots won't get away otherwise and then you won't get paid and then you won't be able to afford rent! You mind spiralled through all the dodgy porn links you had come across over the years, trying to think of something you'd seen that would bring back his attention. As quickly as the flash you picked up the opened energy drink on the desk and took a swig before pulling him into a French kiss. You tugged his hair with one hand and held the can in the other.

Tim pulled back with a gasp, and some of the drink dribbled down his chin. You wasted no time licking it up. Tim—much like the rest of the night—was at a loss for words.

"Hold this." The can was promptly shoved into his grasp. He sat dazed and horny, holding onto a can like his life depended on it as you unclasped your bra. He felt like a virgin, his jaw dropped at the sight of your bare chest. You gripped his hand and guided it towards your chest. Can still in hand you tilted his hand. He watched as the sugary liquid poured down onto your skin. It flowed through your cleavage. While he was distracted you shoved his face into your chest.

"Clean it up Red." You demanded and that just made him hornier. He began licking up the drink like some kind of dog. He sucked the droplets off your chest. He savoured the sweet taste mixed with the salty taste of you. He handed the can off to you and pulled you impossibly closer by the waist. He sucked and bit your skin, licking the bites after to soothe the sting. He suddenly bit down on your nipple causing you to shriek in pleasure and drop the can. The metal clattered on the ground and spilt the remaining contents. Both of your hands were tangled in Tim's hair as he kissed and sucked on your chest.

"Oh fuck, I need you." Your whines caught Tim off guard. He pulled away from your chest and looked into your eyes. One hand reached for his boxers and began to pull him free. He froze. If this happens there's no turning back—we'll there's not much turning back from what's already happened, but what if he gets an STI? What if you get pregnant? Then Bruce will know and then—

"Please?" Oh no.

His cock springed free from his boxers. You pushed up at your knees and moved your panties to the side. Your nails clawed into Tim as you sank down. A sigh escaped you once you adjusted, you quickly began to thrust yourself up and down onto his cock. His hands remained on your waist as he watched you bounce.

He swallowed thickly and threw his head back letting out a groan. "Oh shit..."

Tim started meeting you halfway. The Batcave was filled with sounds of you skin on skin and moaning. Tim would need to remove that security footage later. Time took notice to your eyelids twitching paired with you panting.

"Oh my god—" You gasped, burying you face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around your frame as you both continued thrusting. Tim was red in the face trying to not to cum before you. He only pulled out after your body went limp in his embrace, cum shooting up onto your stomach.

You both sat in a sweaty embrace for a moment before you pulled yourself off him entirely. He had to hold back a whine at the loss of warmth. You leaned against the desk with trembling legs. What were you supposed to do now? You just seduced and had sex (very good sex) with Red Robin in what you assumed to be Batman's lair.

"Ehm..." you played with your hair and avoided his eyes. This was so awkward—they don't teach you how to leave a hookup when they're still conscious in school!

"You better clean this up before your boss finds out."

"Yeah, I really should." Tim nodded still in the bliss of his climax.

You quickly tossed your clothes back on, sheepishly climbing onto the desk.

'I came in here all confident and now look at me!' You gave out in your head.

"I suppose I might see you around?" You hand was already pixelating as you spoke. Tim fixed his suit and looked up at you with rosy cheeks.

"Ye—yeah I suppose!" You smiled at his nerves and disappeared into the computers. The flickered back to life. No more static and glitching. He searched the cameras quickly. The warehouse was empty, meaning they were on their way back.

Tim made quick work of cleaning up the mess; mopping up liquids, hiding his hickeys, removing security footage from the batcomputer (and transferring it to his personal laptop for potential future uses), and doing his best to look normal.

"Tim! What the hell was that!?" Jason yelled as he removed his helmet.

"I don't know! The system got hacked, I couldn't access the cameras and my comm line was cut off—everything was static." He lied straight through his teeth. It was easier than usual, cause parts of it were true.

"You're supposed to be good at this stuff, Drake," Damian commented and he cleaned his blades.

"Guys chill," Dick intervened. "Didn't you say some well-known hacker worked for this organisation?"

"Virus, yes." It felt so strange saying that name now.

"I expect you to look into this and not allow it to happen again," Bruce said sternly.

"Of course." Oh he'd gladly look into you.

Last night…morning? had been - well, you weren't sure it could be categorized into a neat little box for your mind to file away. Emotionally, you were a wreck - a wrung out washcloth left haphazardly on a shower door. It had taken more energy than you thought to eat, and, even then, you ate very little.

And then, after being tricked into taking a bite of something absolutely terrible ("It has an interesting flavor" would never be a statement you would come to trust again, even if it did come with the balm of his rich laugh), you had just…talked.

You had refused to ever acknowledge it. Quietly shoving any memory that had surfaced over your years hidden within the N109 Zone into a box and placed in the farthest corner of your mind. If you just didn't think about it, it would cease to exist.

There were just…not as many memories in that box as you thought.

Enough electricity experiments did a number on the human brain.

The two of you had sat side by side on the couch, and at some point your hand had ended up in his. Sylus' thumb rested comfortably just inside of your left cuff, against your pulse - as if the small reminder that you were very much alive was needed to keep his own heart rate calm.

You watched your joined hands, your own fingers barely at the heel of his palm.

He spoke first. "You know, you can tell me anything."

It was a slow blink as you came back to, eyes lifting to his. "I know," was the response that came with a shift in position and knocked knees, "But this time, I think it would just be easier if you asked what you wanted to know."

He had started with the most obvious, the scarring, where you explained that, due to the fact that electricity naturally occurs in the nervous system, part of your later experiments were to see if connecting a computer directly to your nerves would allow…faster connection.

It did. But at a cost - as most things were. You couldn't feel most anything on your left arm or hand.

He asked about what you had tried on your own, your time with Dash, about your home. He asked about routines of the facility, and if there was anyone you could remember from there at all.

Each answer could have been short, but it was like your brain was slowly unpacking that dusty little box with every question, and, to your surprise, he listened attentively to everything.

At some point, your eyes began to droop, and you were pushed toward the bed, which you fell into easily enough. But then, feeling more raw and unraveled than before, you had reached out for him.

Future consequences be damned. Right now what you needed was something to ground you - a metal rod to guide lighting home, and the only thing that could work was him.

Sylus hesitated at first, asking if you were sure, only to finally lay beside you when you assured him it was what you wanted.

Legs intertwined and chest to chest, your muddling mind found his scent and warmth comforting - grounding - and you had slipped under not long after.

But now - now you were going to die of heatstroke.

"Sylus," you groaned, voice scratchy from sleep. "You're hot!"

His chest rumbled beneath you in a muffled chuckle. "Oh?"

"Not -mph - not like that!" Rolling over, you placed your hands flat on his chest and pushed, but his arm was like an iron restraint. "I mean physically!"

"Keep complementing me like that, kitten, and you might turn me into a morning person."

And then this man, in all the audacity, rolled partially on top of you, pinning you to the mattress.

"Keep going."

"Sylus get off!"

"No."

Trying to move him was the equivalent of trying to move a landslide. No matter which way you pushed or pulled - you were trapped. With an angry shove at his shoulder, words slipped from you without forethought. "You’re going to kill your hacker!"

A rumble shook his body and in a way it reminded you almost off a purr. "Mmm, I like that."

"Like that you’re going to squish me to death?"

"Mine."

The grip around you tightened, and your breath hitched. You blamed it on the biceps pressing in on your ribcage, but the truth was a quiet weight in your chest.

A glance at the clock informed that this nap had barely been two hours, which, you thought, would explain why he seemed more…open.

But even after everything - after being stripped bare and trusting this man with all that you had, your mind reminded you of your roles.

Employer.

Employee.

A year long contract.

And a ruse for information.

You had learned long ago that hope was not something worth having. And yet…

"You’re very odd when you are tired, you know that? We’re going to be late."

"And I told you we didn’t have to go."

"People will notice."

"I don’t care."

"But you cared enough at the market what people thought."

He stilled. Then a grunt, and you were released.

With a sigh, you threw off the blanket, only to curse and bury yourself again. You could hear muffled laughter, as an arm snaked quickly around you, pulling you close once more. Back to the original issue.

" When did it get so cold?"

"It didn’t. You’re just warmer now." Warmer indeed - and, thanks to the arctic shockwave of the air conditioning, you found yourself warmer for an entirely different reason. The weight of his arms, his scent - trapped for so long under this blanket you had no doubt it would linger long on your skin, his breath tickling the fine hairs on the back of your neck.

Oh - you needed to free yourself before you did something incredibly stupid.

There was a noise of complaint as you moved again, but freeing yourself this time was much easier than before. Bracing yourself, you quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to change.

His arm dropped with a heavy thud once you ran, and he lay there, eyes closed, a smirk pulling up the corner of his lips at your whispered curses and sprinting feet.

He continued to lay there, even after the door slammed shut, and took a large, slow breath. The smirk fell, eyes opened, quickly adjusting to the dark. Fingers splayed over where you had been, soaking in the last of your heat as it escaped the sheets.

Energy pulsed within him - angry and coiled, at not getting what it wanted. What he truly wanted. The heel of his palm went to his right eye, pressing against it.

Sylus rarely wanted for anything. And if he did want it, he took it. But you were not merely a thing to be had - not that this damned core inside him knew the difference.

He was so sure that the two of you had finally moved passed labels. That last night had solidified the connection that was clearly strumming between the two of you.

Every instinct had screamed to keep you close - pull you to his side for him, at least, to get lost in your scent, in the shape of you, if nothing else. And yet, he had let you go.

Because he would not be another chain for you. Either you came freely, or he …figured out a way to tame this growing problem of his.

You slipped back out, outfit on, make up kit in hand, letting him know that the bathroom was free for use. Sylus had never been so thankful for a cold shower.

The brunch was hosted on one of the rooftop gardens, and Sylus found himself immediately regretting to agree to go at all. It was much too bright, even with the creeping ivy that covered the pergola over the tables so thickly it might as well have been a roof.

Those who still remained were milling about, having soft discussions and closing last minute deals - abandoned crumbs of meals left on scattered plates.

An absolute waste of his time. The only thing that kept him from spinning on his heel and making one call to ready the jet was the fact that your hand was laced with his, and you were weaving your way to a woman waving in your direction.

His eyes narrowed on her partner, who was ginning back at him like the Cheshire cat.

"I see Margaret has really taken you under her wing."

There was something in his tone, an edge to the statement that had you pausing and looking back at him; the sharpness more warning than comment.

"I thought you liked them?" you asked, confusion evident.

"If they are the reason that I am upright instead of getting a few more hours rest with you, then I no longer do."

With a roll of your eyes, you tugged him forward again. "Isn't part of my role as your date to force you to attend social activities? You can blame that and the fact that apparently your natural body temperature is a million degrees - which is the whole reason I woke up in the first place."

"Well, then next time," he said with a tug that had you stumbling back into him, giving the perfect excuse to steady you with his other hand, wrapping strategically around your middle and head bending forward so the breath of his next words tickled the shell of your ear, "we'll turn down the AC and use just a sheet. You won't be complaining then."

Your heart missed a beat, then thrummed much too fast as he let out a deep chuckle at how flustered you were. The large hand slid back, pushing you slightly forward once more.

"Don't keep your friend waiting."

Before you were able to sit, Margret's arm reached out to snatch yours out of Sylus', tugging you away. “Just going to borrow your girl for a bit! Hope you don’t mind!”

She didn't wait for an answer as you were tugged over to a table covered in pastries. “Showing up late, after Caesar's last speech, was bold. Not that you missed much - what with it being a mini advertisement for himself. What kept you?”

“A large man with a complex wouldn’t let me leave the bed.” It was out in a huff before you thought it through. Margaret’s face widened into a grin - a cat with a caught canary - only growing wider as you stumbled over your backtracking.

“No, hey - um - that’s not-“

But then her gaze changed to one you couldn’t fully interpret, eyes softening into almost pity. “Just a nod or a shake, lovelett. Are you…?”

Frantically you shook your head. She sighed, patting your cheek softly.

“I have been in your shoes. But you do understand the implications of being here with him?”

You nodded.

“You’ve feigned enough confidence this weekend on everything else; V is becoming a common letter on everyone’s lips. Don’t fumble now at the finish line, doll.”

She could see the panic take over, and huffed, distracting you by plucking an enormous muffin from a basket on the table and shoving it into your hand. “If anyone asks, say enough to confuse, not to clarify. You only have to make it another couple of hours. Now, eat your muffin.”

The two leaders sat quietly at the simply decorated table, watching their partners interact.

A snicker came from Ada as she watched Margaret shove a nearly comically large muffin into your hands.

"Margaret always has an eye for pretty things," she said with a sigh, dark eyes giving a quick glance to the man beside her.

Ada's name was barely intelligible with the growl it came out in. A warning. It only caused her to smile wickedly, turning fully toward him.

With a movement as fluid as water, she reached for her glass to take a sip. "So, when does your contract with V end?"

"Drop it."

"That soon, huh? Oh, don't look at me like that. All's fair in love and illegal dealings. Better give her a good reason to stay then, hmm?" She took a sip, eyes forward. "You're not the only one that gives their employees great benefits."

"Enough."

The conversation dropped as the two of you appeared back at the table, sitting beside your respective partners. Sylus' arm snaked along the back of your chair, and you leaned toward him instinctively.

Ada smiled at the movement, knowing that she had absolutely no chance of poaching you for herself. Still, there weren't many people who could ruffle the Onychinus leader's feathers without some sort of consequence, and she always did enjoy toeing that dangerous line.

She'd make a proper proposal still, just to irritate him a little more. Not here - Sylus clearly had had enough.

But she'd find the time again. She was sure of it.

When Sylus had enough of both the sun and people, which wasn't long after you sat down to enjoy the muffin, a quick text was sent and, when the reply came to, you were nearly dragged out of your chair.

Sylus was tired of sharing, and more than ready to go home.

Once flight altitude had been reached, and you had once more freed your ears from the unbearable pressure, cursing Sylus silently for seeming greatly unbothered it, the two of you properly settled in.

The cabin lights had been turned off and the windows covered, leaving only the glow of the red emergency exit lights down the main aisle to break up the darkness in some small way.

Beside you, Sylus was falling asleep, if his slowed breathing was anything to go by. After spitting out your gum, you found yourself following quickly, brain full of the rumble of the engine, eyes slipping shut and head lolling into his shoulder...

The sound of a vibration disturbed both of you, but, thinking it was something being handled, neither of you stirred.

Until it sounded again - and you realized it was in your bag.

As it started going off a third time, you pulled headphones free and connected the call, growling out a "What?"

You were picking up bad habits from someone.

"Where are you?"

"Can you not count? I said three days? This is day three."

"Which is why I'm calling you -"

"Two Bit. Three days. Call me tomorrow -"

"Nononono don't hang up - listen. Please. Where are you right now?"

"In a plane."

"For how long?"

"I don't know - long enough."

An exasperated sigh was loud in your ear. "Look, when you land - we've called a meeting. Gio's already announced there will be a next fight, just not when or with who. He's coming, too - said we agreed to this."

"We didn't agree to shit."

"I - look, you know he's going to hold over us how he helped us all out at the beginning."

"And we all paid our debts back twice over, especially with his betting he thinks we don't know about. We don't owe shit."

"I get you, and I agree. But he's coming anyway, and the group's here - so either you come today, or it's decided without you."

You rolled your neck on your shoulders, wincing at a loud pop. This was not something you needed right now. An extra complication when things were picking up elsewhere…"Fine. I'll text you when we land. Same place?"

"Always."

And then the call disconnected. You moved quietly to put everything back in its place, thankful for the cover of darkness when you jumped at another voice you weren't expecting to hear.

"Should the twins drop you off somewhere when we land?"

"I thought you were asleep."

"Even your whisper is loud in here, kitten."

You shifted back into your seat, working to get comfortable again. "Sorry."

A grunt was your reply. "Well?"

"Ah, no. I'll go after we get home."

"Should I be concerned?"

It surprised you that you didn't have an answer ready for that one. A crimson eye cracked open to look at your darkened form.

"I don't…know." If Gio got his way, this would be something that would disrupt your current job…

You found yourself twisting toward Sylus' seat, even though you couldn't see much outside his silhouette. "So…I may have not been totally honest with you about the underground fights."

"Oh? Is this when you tell me what a Gatekeeper is, exactly?"

The inside of your cheek hurt from where you bit it. "The fights weren't always the tiered structure they are now. The were just…random. Chaotic. Good when you're new and needing as many fights as you can get. Terrible if you good, and everyone wants to challenge you."

"And you were good, I assume?"

"Wasn't good. I was great…eventually. Didn't start that way, but I'm a quick learner, and stronger than most think. There were a handful of us doing crazy amounts of fights every week. We were tired, and if we were fighting…"

"You couldn't work."

"Exactly. So, we got together and proposed a tiered plan to Gio, the manager of it all. A proper tournament to allow for a fair ranking order. After that, a plan on how challenges would work. You wanted to be in the top four, you had to get through ten rounds undefeated, and then the Gatekeeper. From there, you worked your way up."

"And you were in the top four."

That pulled a smirk from you. "I am in the top four. No one has beaten Two Bit in a long while. And the last one that did couldn't make it past Java."

A hum of amusement greeted your ears. "Oh, and where do you fall on the last three spots?"

"You already know - you don't hire less than the best."

That pulled a proper chuckle out of him.

"No one wants to end up like Two Bit, but Gio isn't letting this fight go. That's what this meeting is about. And - before you ask, because I know you're about to say something snarky - we scrimmage with each other on a regular basis to stay sharp just in case."

"But this last battle has confidences shaken."

"…Yes. The kid should've been thrown out, but it's the N109 Zone. People crave blood."

"And, usually, they get what they want."

You weren't able to settle back down for the rest of the flight, as much as you wanted to - your mind was already running through potential situations for when you showed up for this meeting later. Knowing this group, there was already blackmail waiting in the wings, but the question is how much Gio would care.

From all of your years in the circuit, you knew that it tended to be not much. Some people were willing to sell even their dignity to the highest bidder. Gio was your first proof of that.

Sylus, however, seemed to have no issue falling back asleep. You assumed he was used to this type of thing, with how often he was going different places. He was not, however, pleased when you woke him up again - even if it was because the plane had landed.

Luke and Kieran were thrilled to see you again, although they kept asking thinly veiled questions as they drove you back home that caused the two of you to raise eyebrows.

It was put to a stop after Luke's fairly blunt, "Are you sure there's nothing that happened in the hotel room after you last call?"

With a slow blink, and you too tired for a witty comeback, Sylus ended the barrage of questions with a simple, but stern, "Enough."

Mephisto flew straight to you once you made it inside the doors of Onychinus, causing Sylus to scoff, unamused.

But when you froze, gaze distant, the realization that Mephisto was using you as a communication device, and not because you had somehow managed to outrank him, became clear.

It was pitiful even to Sylus that this gave him a smug satisfaction.

"Mephie says there was nothing unusual to report, although you had a couple people mad that you missed scheduled meetings, and they gave the twins a hard time."

Blinking yourself back, you stared at him. "You're usually not that careless with meetings."

The white haired man just shrugged at you before turning to continue further into the base. "They weren't as important as what we were doing."

"Okay, but you could have at least rescheduled?"

"Are you telling me how to do my job?" There was a teasing lilt to his tone, but you met the challenge as Mephisto came to rest his head on top of yours, watching the conversation.

"A little, yeah," you said with a grin.

And before a response could be had, you were already heading up the stairs toward your own room.

Your belly warmed at the laugh that chased after you.

Shedding the designer layers to slip back into the comfort of your well worn apparel was almost a relief. It relaxed you - forced you back to the real world and the expectations that came with it. The auction was done. You could stop playing pretend. Get back to your job.

Although you weren't exactly sure why your chest seemed to ache as you closed your closet door.

It was probably nothing. Something left over from the exhaustion of the trip.

Slipping out was easy enough now that the chaos of the base surrounded you once more. The twins and Mephisto were already busy with orders and you, well, you had a meeting.

There was no thought to a dark bike leaving the garage and racing down the road away from safety.

The normal meeting place was a slowly dilapidating arena, one abandoned many years ago of a newer model with a better electrical grid that ran through the flooring and more seating. The building also now produced a protective electrical shield, designed by Hash but installed by you, to allow for fighters to go all out without fear of injuring patrons.

Scrum had bought the old one for pennies with winnings, fixing it up just enough where the five of you could meet and practice without arousing suspicion.

The first floor of the parking garage had been cleared out enough for a handful of vehicles, which your bike glided into easily enough, parking between Hash's 1967 Chevy Impala, although how much of it outside of the metal frame was from then was now debatable, and Two Bit's 1963 refurbished Aston Martin.

A quick wave over the thumbprint scanner and you were in the door, climbing the back stairwell that led to the smattering of offices at the very top of the building that overlooked the fighting arena below.

Four pairs of eyes jumped to you as you opened the door, only to go back to each other once you slipped inside and slid to an open spot by Scrum on the scuffed leather couch.

"I take it Gio is fashionably late?"

"The fact that you managed to beat him here is…concerning."

With a shrug, you turned toward Scrum, who had their laptop open on their lap and was scrolling through what seemed to be various fox images.

As you opened your mouth to question, the door to the office slammed open once more and in walked the rotund man himself, black hair slicked back into a greasy ponytail, beady eyes taking in each one of them as his lips curled up into a smirk.

"Good. Seems we're all here."

He stepped further in, arms wide to take up the little space that was left.

"We have a fight planned in two weeks -"

"It's not happening," Two Bit cut in, shaking his hand. "We've told you this."

"Ah, ah," the wide man tutted, stepping closer to the larger fighter. "We have a deal. Newbies do ten rounds and go for you. Should they win, and he did, he starts going up the ranks."

"He almost killed me!"

"Then you should've been better -"

Two Bit had figured out control of his prosthetic arm faster than most people would - a benefit of electricity thrumming under your skin at all times. This meant that he was more than capable of grabbing around Gio's rather large neck and forcing him into the wall.

The next part came out as a growl. "The rule is break the robot or yield the wielder. He came after me when the fight was over. That," he slammed him again, "is why no one wants to fight him."

But all the manager did was smirk, even went as far as choking out a laugh. "You're old news, boy. No one cares what you think. Besides, ads are out - gunna have another fight. Next up is Java, and depending how that goes -"

"Fuck no," the older woman said, cutting him off. "I'm not going up against a homicidal punk ass kid!"

"You don't have a choice."

She stepped up next to Two Bit, black boots putting her taller than both men. "There is always a choice," she spat back before your attention turned away.

Scrum, the quietest of the group, had changed their screen once more - now showing a list of financial records from the bank. Based on the amount of red, someone was in deep shit.

You leaned slightly closer. Gio, it seemed, was in deep shit. But a name caught your eye.

"Wait - can you scroll back up?"

XAN SCI LD -$7513.25

A heavy realization slid into your gut the same time fear crept up your spine.

Right there. He's been right there - "Hey, Scrum?"

"Hmm?"

"Why were you looking at foxes earlier?"

"Ah. The new kid - his name. I was trying to find more about him, but there's nothing. All I get is foxes - the name he chose means it in some dead language."

Your tongue darted out and licked your lips, nodding more to yourself than anyone else.

Right fucking there this whole time.

Laughing at you. Mocking you.

Thirteen?

Fists clenched so hard your nails left crescent moons in your palm.

"Can you do me a solid and pull him up again? Vulpis?"

With an arched eyebrow, they did as you asked, tilting the device toward you.

There he stood, the clothes of the fight fitting him better than the poorly tailored suit you had met him in. Something dark twisted in your gut, sending fire through your veins.

"I'll fight him."

It wasn't heard over the din, which had grown into a fairly loud roar of now four voices, so you said again - louder, clearer, angrier.

"I'll fight the kid."

Heads turned toward you, a mix of anger and disgust.

"Like hell you are! We agreed -"

"I know what we agreed, Hash! Very fucking aware he should've been kicked for his stunt with Two Bit. But Gio ain't backin' down, and no one wants to get hurt. One fight is scheduled, it just wasn't announce who. I'll fight. Just me.

"And," your gaze shifted to the man still pinned to the wall. "If I win, he's gone. No restarts, no hacker specials. Gone. Out of the Zone."

But the snake only smiled back. "And when you lose?"

"Well, then you can have all the fights you want, can't you?"

The yelling continued for a good long while after your announcement. Some of it was at Gio, but most of it was at you. A mixture of anger from the sudden betrayal and fear from your stupidity.

You took all of it, much too tired to explain. Too much to try and explain, even if you did have the energy. But all you really wanted to do was sleep. It had been an extremely long day, and you could feel the beginnings of a headache forming behind your eye.

On your way back home, however, you swung by your old place, slipped into your apartment, and pulled free a large duffel from the back of your closet. The items were bulky, shifting awkwardly against your back as you made the drive to Onychinus, but the familiar weight was a comfort after the stress of the last few days.

You didn't remember the last time you wore this gear, but you knew this. It would need a proper upgrade before you were back in the arena. And luckily, for you, your boss had the best tools on the market.

You settled into Sylus' workshop easy enough, using the clamps to angle one of your boots toward you, as you climbed onto the large seat, sleep all but forgotten as you mind reeled with ideas to upgrade your equipment before the fight. Carefully, with a flathead, you pried up the metal plate and mess of copper wires out from the carved area in the sole.

The piece was old and needed some proper cleaning. Besides, you had an idea of connecting a few more pieces into the toe and heel for stronger connection.

Carefully you began the process of unwinding the copper wire, quickly becoming lost the familiarity of the work. The monotony allowed your mind to properly process everything from just today. A thought snagged your attention, carving a frown in your face.

You were going to have to tell Sylus. It was going to interrupt the work flow, and you'd be losing some days to make sure you were up to snuff before the fight itself, and the sinking feeling in your gut told you he would not be pleased.

Maybe you could find a way to bring it up casually. Maybe relaxing with a record and after he's had a glass of wine - something that could help ebb his anger toward your decision.

"I'm surprised to find you here," the deep baritone voice echoed through the room, causing you to jump just slightly from surprise, "instead of upstairs combing through the data files."

"It'll be a while yet before I can start filtering."

Sylus leaned against the doorframe with an ease that did not fit someone so large, arms crossing at his chest and feet at the ankles. "That's why I went ahead and adjusted your code for you. I changed the focus to pull what is needed now, and then quietly steal anything else it can get it before it runs into any…issues."

With deliberate control you sat down the tools in your hands, voice growling, "You did what to my code?"

"Fixed it," he said again, unbothered by your attitude.

Your fists clenched, skin pulling taunt over knuckles, and then released. A breath, and the tools were in your hands again. "Sometimes I hate you."

But that only earned you a chuckle. "Fair's fair - you did upgrade my bird behind my back."

"Mephisto asked, that's not the same, and you know it."

His head tilted, white fringe falling with the movement. "Is that for the fight?"

You froze, spine stiffening. How in the hell did he already -

"I got an interesting call earlier, from our friend, Mr. Caesar. He wanted me to know that he had brought the demonstration I asked for to my front door in the form of a fight. His Element against the N109's champion robotics fighter."

Fear spiked goosebumps over your skin at how his tone deepened - darkened. "I thought the meeting was to prevent it from happening."

The silence rang heavy in your ears as your worked on how to respond. But, as it seemed to do often, now, the truth tumbled forward out of your lips…ungracefully and raw.

"Sylus - I need this win. Because between figuring out this Caesar / EVER stuff, and trying to figure out what has been going on between us, and finding a balance between everything I've done before and working here -"

"Between us?"

"I haven't been giving my full attention to things. I'm smarter than this - and yet I've missed every obvious clue. And if this cretin thinks he's going to waltz into my territory and play fucking games, then it's up to me put him back in his place.

"I…I know that it's selfish of me to do this. Selfish to focus on this petty battle when we have been fighting a war, but I need this. I need to know I haven't fully lost myself."

Sylus didn't move. Didn't make a sound. Just watched the muscles in your back tighten so hard they shoved your shoulders up toward your ears. Watched as your eyes narrowed on your work before frustratingly throwing the tools to the bench and digging the heels of your hands into your eyes.

And as much as he wanted to go to you, he waited. Silent. Patient.

Knowing that the storm you were wrestling with needed to crash before it could dissipate.

"I am tired, Sylus. Tired of running. Tired of being afraid and always looking over my shoulder. I want them dead. I want them gone."

"Then we destroy them."

A choked scoff met his ears.

"I'm not stupid - this is just one tiny part of a monster. This is bigger than one fight. Even if we stop Caesar, there will be more."

"Then we burn it all down. Slowly. One piece at a time until we can gut the heart out of its chest."

Your head shook as you finally dropped your hands. "You say that like it's possible."

His footsteps were slow, deliberate as he approached you from behind. His hand reached out tentatively, flexed, and dropped to the back of the chair instead, forcing it to spin toward him just so. "Sweetie, you're not hearing me. I would burn the world down if it meant you could finally feel free."

It was hard to meet his gaze with heavy words such as those. Harder to maintain when you could clearly see the truth within them.

And then you ruined it - a yawn slipping free.

"You need rest," he stated, standing up to slip thumbs into his pocket. A picture of nonchalance. "It's been a long weekend for the both of us. Go to bed."

With a shake of your head, you spun back around. There was too much to do - "Hey!"

A familiar mist had slipped the tools from your grasp, holding them high overhead. "Whatever this is can be done tomorrow with a fresh mind. What…are you doing, exactly?"

"Upgrades," you grumbled, practically rolling off the tall chair to the floor. You cleaned up your workspace, placing the jumble of wires, metal, and sole back into your bag and shoving it under the desk.

Sylus waited, refusing to leave until a stubborn kitten actually left the room first. He knew too well that if he stepped out first, he would find you back down here when he awoke tomorrow.

With a brief goodnight, you parted at the stairwell, climbing the rest of the way to your room alone.

You couldn't settle. Your brain was too full of everything - too full of the causal touches from the weekend. Too full of your upcoming fight. Too full of being so caught up in everything you had missed Fox Face being right in front of you.

Not just right in front of you, either, but actively tracking you.

You, who had gotten too relaxed here. Gotten comfortable in the safeness this mansion had brought you. Comfortable in being seen with the twins - with him.

For the upteenth time you rolled over with a heavy sigh.

Gods, you were exhausted, and still sleep would not come. When your thoughts would settle in one area, they reared up in another - the sheets were too scratchy (they weren't). The room was too cold (nothing extra layers wouldn't fix). The bed felt too big (debatable).

No, the truth of it all was much quieter, and one you were still nervous to admit to yourself.

The truth was that, even amid the chaos, the best sleep you had gotten, even in broken hours, were laying next to someone. It was still a new feeling you weren't used to - trust. Trusting someone at your most vulnerable.

Another fluff of your pillow, another twist in the sheets, and you were groaning in frustration. You needed sleep.

An idea slipped in like a whisper.

Just…one more night. He wouldn't mind, right? If you just…joined him. In his bed. For sleep.

That wasn't a weird thing to do now, right? Not after these last few days?

I like the sound of that. Mine.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, desperate for a few hours of proper sleep, you freed yourself from the tangle of blankets and slid out your bedroom door, down the hall and the stairs as quiet as a shadow.

The knock was almost comical on how gentle it was, as if you were hoping for no response, but what you received in return was a grunt, and a raspy, "What?"

With a twist of the door handle, you opened it only enough to slip inside before closing it again. A burning coal watched your movements from a sea of silk, tired, but curious as to why you have come to him at this hour.

Without a word, you came to the side of the bed, pulling the sheets up enough to slip under them.

"I can't sleep," you whispered, as if anything louder would break the spell over the room.

Sylus adjusted instantly, pushing up on his forearm so that he could throw the heavier blanket off as you slid closer to him. When you were within arms length, he wrapped his arm around your waist, and pulled you even closer before settling back down on his stomach.

Instinctively, you curled into his side, a sigh of contentment slipping free from the weight of his arm, the heat of him surrounding you.

"Using a monster to scare off your nightmares?" he teased tiredly, hand gently squeezing you close.

"No," you responded, the next words strangled by a yawn. "You're not a monster. A protector - like a dragon."

You were too tired to notice his arm stiffen around you, or the way his breath caught in his throat. You didn't even seem to think twice how his chuckle was strained and not just tired. "You've been reading again," he said, willing his muscles to relax.

His nose pressed into the crown of your head, taking a deep breath of your scent to settle him. "Have you forgotten what happens to dragons when the princes find them? They are no more than an obstacle to be slain."

"People are stupid," was your reply, sleep finally starting to pull you under, now that you felt safe. "I'll stick with the dragon."

A knot too large to swallow was stuck in his throat at your words. A response came to him, but your soft breaths told him that you were already past being able to hear it. Instead he adjusted, letting his lips just briefly pass over the crown of your head as he settled into his new role around you.

Protector. Not a monster.

He liked the sound of that.

When you woke, it was alone. At some point you had tucked yourself around one of his pillows, and the heavier blanket had been placed over you once more.

It was a struggle, being surrounded by comfort and warmth, to convince yourself to get up, but you found fully waking easier than expected. You had slept. Soundly. Feeling properly rested for the first time in you don't remember how long.

You felt…good. Well, until you saw the time and how late you slept.

Sure, you didn't have a set schedule, but you did have a routine, and plenty to do that sleeping three hours past your normal wake up was enough to make you panic, flying out of Sylus' room, up the stairs, and into your own to change quickly.

First came security. You hadn't checked in properly since being back, let alone checked what you had Luke set up for you (and Sylus apparently updated) but that had to be priority one. And when your brain turned to mush from the files, you could go downstairs and work on the plates for your boots.

The door to the security room was rarely closed anymore, so you didn't think twice as you ran through the opening.

As you bent double to breathe, his chuckle filled your ears. Of course he was in here, waiting for you.

"Look who finally decided to join us."

"You didn't wake me up," you said with a huff, sending a halfhearted glare your way.

You left me alone.

The smile he gave you was soft, just on the side apologetic. "I received a call that required answering, and you needed the sleep. I figured it was better to take it elsewhere."

I didn't want to.

Your mouth formed an 'o', and you found yourself biting back your prepared quip. You knew better than to ask about the call - if he did not willingly provide details, it wasn't something you needed to worry about. And you had enough as is.

"Did you need something?"

He nodded, once more messing with the stress ball you kept on your desk."We're starting a new regiment - today."

"Today?"

"Get dressed."

"Sylus, this is what I need to do first -"

"No, what you need to do is learn to defend yourself in a dirty fight. And learn how to hit back." He stood, tossing the ball to you as he made his way to the door. "Besides, it's good to start the day with exercise. It'll fully wake you up."

He waited until he was far enough around the corner that you wouldn't be able to hear them.

"Luke. Kieran."

They were there nearly instantaneously, having been lurking in the shadows of the hall.

"Go get changed - you're sparring her today."

Kieran let out a small whoop until he heard the next part.

"Don't hold back - fight dirty. Use your Evol to get ahead of her."

"But boss -"

"She needs to learn how to adjust on a dime, and the two of you can help get her there."

"Isn't that throwing her into the fire a little?" Luke said, glancing between his twin and his boss.

Sylus nodded. "The only way to forge steel is to temper it with heat," he was already moving past them, pulling out his buzzing phone. "Five minutes."

Dual "Yes, boss!" was heard, and then, as silent as they had appeared, they were gone again.

The next hour of your life was grueling. While you were used to the twins normal antics, you had never fought them one on one before, and they were tricky. Hell - not just tricky, damn near impossible.

They used a combination of speed and each other to move - so used to having to read people, it only took one of them seeing a slight shift in your demeanor for them to block and nail you with a hit.

Another round left you on the floor, breathless and frustrated. You had better ways to spend your time, you thought, but Sylus wasn't letting you leave until you got a proper hit on one of them.

The last two had just been lucky.

Luke leaned over your head, while his brother leaned on the ropes, both heads cocked at you.

"I mean...you could always just...shoot them," Luke said. "The whole point is that it's an unfair fight, right? Bullet would even that out."

"Not helpful," you huffed, still trying to catch your breath.

"Oh. Right - because you still can't sh-"

Your glare was enough to freeze the word in his mouth, but Sylus was already turning, curious at the end of that statement.

"She can't what?"

"She can't aim for shit," Kieran covered quickly.

Carmine eyes glanced between you and them, a brow raising in distrust. "Regardless of your 'aim'," he said with a clear tone before addressing the twins, "They do check for actual weapons before the fighters enter. Teaching her how to fight dirty is the best we can do."

You made a point to stare directly at the bright lights in the ceiling as three pairs of eyes stared at you from different angles.

Kieran was the one to brake the silence. "You gotta use your Evol, V. You haven't used it against us at all. It would give your punches additional power."

"Yeah, but the problem is I can't. Like…legitimately. I run a current too long through my body, my muscles will spasm, and I'm fucked."

"Then stop directing it through you," Sylus said, turning and, based on the sound, moving furniture around the room.

Your brows furrowed, equal parts frustration and confusion of the sounds you were hearing. "Okay, smarty pants, and how do you propose I do that?"

"Take it from one thing, and put it in another."

You blinked. Slowly. You mouth opened in a snarky retort, and then closed as the realization slipped into your mind.

His lips quirked the moment he noticed it.

You sat up quickly, eyes locking on your boss."You want me to make lightening."

"In a sense." Sylus' attention was back on the furniture, his evol dragging over smaller devices and lamps toward the ring. "Electricity is straight forward - it needs a place to land. We capture this in circuits to power devices."

You knew this - but the bobbing heads of the twins told you who this was really for.

"You access things because you add yourself to the circuit. You force the electricity to go through you to close the loop, which drags you into the natural flow of what you're trying to access. In essence, you briefly become a part of it.

"It's also why it tires you. You're unintentionally losing a bit of yourself in the flow, and with that, control. This is what we need to change. Instead of adding you to the circuit, you're going to break it. Take from it and then force it to ground somewhere else."

Sylus then moved a training dummy into the ring, and Luke hopped out next to his brother. "You did this in the hotel. With the bug. You may not have realized it at the time, but being it was in front of my face, I was able to see it. When you reached for it, you released enough to short it."

You stared down at your gloved hands, replaying the moment in your head. Was that what you did? You were half asleep and panicked about being too late. There was no time to think; you reacted with what felt natural.

"Redirect it, don't take it. Though, that may be another skill worth working on later."

Easier said than done, was the next immediate thought you had.

The thing about electricity, that most did not understand, was that it was a wild, living thing. It wants a place to land - wants the fastest way to get there, too, which maybe a different path than the human asked to wield it think it might be.

Circuits were safe - the electricity flowed in a predictable pattern. Slipping in and out of that pattern was like slipping in and out of traffic. Easy enough anyone could do it, and more experienced drivers could do it quickly.

But when you leave traffic, it still continues down the paved road.

You were essentially being asked to move the road to redirect the traffic.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, and flexed your Evol, just feeling. In your mind's eye, you marked every distinct flow within the room so that when you opened them again it would all overlay.

The lights above. The security system. The sound system - speakers in the corners of the ceiling and the main unit that had now been moved to your right side on the floor just beyond the ring. A tall lamp now beside it.

That is the one you chose to focus on.

Just…break a circuit. And don't let the flow stop. Yeah, totally not complicated. You could do this.

Raising your hand, you reached outward, snagging the flow in the lamp closest to you. The bulb dimmed, crackled as you pulled on the current toward the dummy.

Electricity hummed, jumped, and sputtered - sending sparks everywhere.

Yeah. Totally not complicated.

The next week became a strict timetable. You started the day with rounds with the twins. After a shower, would work tirelessly on combing through files for anything useful. Get frustrated and go down to the workshop to enhance your gear. And then Sylus would pull you again to specifically work on your evol. Somewhere in there you would eat, and then you would crash hard for a few hours.

The calendar ticked closer and closer to the date of the match, which only increased your frustration as you struggled with the concept of using your evol as a weapon and not just a tool for hacking.

With a deep breath, you held out your hand to try again. This time, when the lamp dimmed, there was a clear pull of white-blue electricity, but it sputtered out halfway to the dummy. Dropping your hand, you groaned in frustration.

"You're thinking too much."

"Oh, I'm sorry - should I just let the electricity run wild?"

A quick flick to the forehead had you wincing. "Using your evol should feel natural, not strenuous. The more you think, the harder it's going to be."

"Then what exactly is the point of trying?" The narrowing of crimson eyes had you turning your snark back to the lamp.

You felt him before your brain had comprehended the sound of his steps. He was dangerously close to you - back against his chest, legs bracketing yours.

"Currents have a natural flow to them," he said, softly, as he lifted your arm, trailing his fingertips down it until his aligned with yours. "Stop fighting to contain it. You are a guide. Show it where to go; let it figure out the easiest way itself."

Red and black mist danced around your arms, the light touch almost tickling as it slipped down toward your open palms.

He redirected your hand toward the lamp again. A sigh of determination slipped through your nose, although your heart rate had skyrocketed not from the task at hand, but the method of teaching.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when he spoke next, voice low and quiet, breath dancing off the shell of your ear.

"Breathe, sweetie."

It wasn't for lack of trying - your lungs just weren't cooperating. You managed it, one shaky breath in and out.

Another deep breath allowed you to refocus; push clear enough to see, although now you did it within a blink compared to before. Fingers twitched lightly, snagging the current and causing the light to dim, and then you moved quickly - as the current raced toward you, you threw your hand, and Sylus' along with it, toward the dummy instead.

It landed with a small clap of thunder, but instead of celebrating, you flinched, twisting away.

A large hand settled on your stomach, anchoring you in place - anchoring you to him. "Easy. I got you."

The other hand that cupped your outstretched one gripped a little tighter, thumb rubbing up the bone of your own.

"That was good. Again."

And you did - with his guidance, his support, you nailed the training dummy again. The wince was still present. You didn't think it would go quickly - fear of the sound still sat deep in the marrow of your bones.

The training dummy only had slight markings, compared to the sound it produced, and, as much as you understood why you were being trained, hoped this was something that you didn't actually have to use.

Each successful attempt, Sylus moved back just a little more, putting the power back in your hands without you fully realizing that he had done so.

Slowly, after a few more days, the electricity stopped bending toward you first, and directly moved from one object to the other. A full hand movement wasn't needed, but, mentally, it helped.

And once you could do it multiple times in a row without issue, the expectation changed to fighting the twins again.

"I want you to pin them," Sylus told you, strapping your gloves on your hands. "You don't have to use your ability to do the pin, but you should use it during the fight. Getting shocked is enough to throw someone off their game. Seize your opportunities when they present themselves."

You gave a nod, but your gut was churning. What if you hit them with too much? What if it wasn't enough? Gods above and below, what if you did something to permanently injure -

A flick to your forehead brought you back, and you hissed in pain.

"Stop overthinking. Lean into what feels natural."

Climbing into the ring, you made note of the flows of electricity around you. Everything had been put back in place. If you were going to pull, you were going to need to do so from farther than you normally practiced. Luckily, you knew this room like the back of your hand.

Kieran was up first this time. Both of you settled into a starting stance, waiting for Sylus' start.

And then you were both moving. Circling. Watching.

He moved first, throwing a jab that you dodged, but he blocked your rebound to his stomach. You watched for an opening, getting in a few clean hits, working to keep him in areas that didn't overlay too much with your eye. It became a blind spot, one you couldn't afford to have.

That was the pattern for over a minute. Quick series of jabs and punches from each of you, cleanly blocked by the other.

Then you saw it - the tiniest tell as green eyes jumped just past your shoulder, checking in with his brother for something previously communicated.

Now. The speaker was the closest. You pulled hard, hiding the motion behind a poorly aimed hook - one that had the twins grinning and your boss tsking. But you had a plan.

Lately, you hadn't been focused on the files you've received. You've been doing something else - studying anatomy in a way people would think you were switching career paths. There was a muscle near the rotator cuff, the subscapularis, that, if you could get enough electricity through to it, should cause the arm to spasm, giving you a second or two of advantage.

The problem was, you still struggled with figuring out how much was the right balance. You didn't really feel it when you interacted with electricity. Your nerves lit with almost a ticklish feeling - just enough to know that you were interacting with it.

Everyone else (and by everyone you meant the two brothers who really thought they could touch the live line while you were practicing without consequence) found even the smallest wattage to be extremely painful.

So, at least here, less was more. Less was easier to control, too, which is why a lazy hook, easily blocked with a scoff, allowed you to pull and land it into his shoulder.

Kieran's arm immediately dropped.

As he blinked, you swallowed back your fear that you had done permeate damage, you rushed him - grabbing him around the middle, knocking his left leg farther forward and using the momentum to push him backwards onto the mat.

He stilled - eyes blinking at the ceiling in confusion. The other two men did as well.

It counted. Here, being able to bring either of them down to the mat fully counted.

No one moved; no one breathed.

You moved first, already ripping the velcro of your glove free with your teeth and checking his arm. "I didn't hurt you, did I? How's your arm? Can you feel it? Wiggle your fingers."

"I'm fine, V - look, see? Moving fine."

Kieran wiggled his fingers for you, but he was still holding his arm with his left hand. "Whole thing's numb, though, shit. How did you do that?"

"Don't answer that," your boss responded from the ropes. "And you, switch out with your brother while you wait for feeling to come back.

Sylus waved you over to help re-secure your gloves. "Once is a fluke, twice is the start of a pattern. Do it again."

That was as much as a complement as you were going to get.

Luke was mumbling under his breath that his own arm was still feeling effects from what you did to Kieran, but you knew it was more residual that actual. He would still be able to move better, even if it was tingling.

You still waited though, waited for Luke to drop low before you followed suit. It didn't do you any good to practice with someone already down a limb.

Again, when given the go ahead, you started circling again. Pacing, throwing and blocking in equal rhythm with each other. Luke's green eyes stayed locked on you, but he was adjusting by an unseen voice. You realized this when it dawned on you that your back was currently closest to the speakers that lined the wall.

Neither twin would let you do the same move twice.

They were also getting better about hiding in your blind spots, which frustrated you. It forced you to move awkwardly to keep him better in sight.

You weren't going to be able to feign a punch this time. Bright specks sat on a table just outside of the ring, to Luke's right.

Everyone's phones. You hadn't thought twice about it, all of you used to leaving them there during a normal workout.

Well…bye bye battery. This shock should be even more minimal than your first, so it had to be placed well. You wouldn't be able to feign another hook, but he had just opened himself up for a kick. You twisted, pulling your left leg around hard, and he barely had times to get his arms up.

Luke caught your foot, which you were expecting. What he hadn't noticed, however, was that the kick was a perfect arc near the phones, allowing you to pull and redirect flow into the back of his knee.

Matching "Oh, fuck!"s were heard as his knee gave instantly, which gave you the height advantage you needed to flip him on his back and pin him to the floor.

When you looked up for acknowledgement of successfully getting through a dirty fight twice, you noticed Sylus' smirking face was looking down to the side of him.

Kieran's hands were hanging onto the lower rope, and you could only see those and the top of his red hair. Slowly he pulled himself back to standing. "What did you hit?"

Rolling off of Luke, you pointed to the back of your own knee. "There's a little fluid sac back there that if you hit causes your knee to instantly buckle. I just…didn't realize it would cause yours to as well," you finished sheepishly.

"Stop telling them how you're doing things," Sylus drawled, attention back on you. "You'll lose being able to use it against them again in the future." He looked toward Kieran, but nodded his head toward you.

"You're up."

"Uh…actually boss, my arm's still kinda…tingly."

"Maybe we should take a break?" Luke piped up from the mat. "Or, you could spar -" His face paled with the look he received behind your back, "Or…we could continue this again in a few minutes? When the tingles stop?"

So that's what you did - you'd go until the twins could no longer feel a limb, and then took a break. It wasn't consistent - the rounds or the breaks, depending how things went. You still found yourself on your back or incapacitated in some way more often than you would like, but you won at least half the time.

Not that your boss liked those numbers. While, for you, at least, it had been a fairly successful practice session, to him it was a sign you were rushing into something headfirst that you weren't ready for.

And yet, you persisted, because truthfully, that was all you could do.

In a future session, he even had you scrimmage in your typical gear. You were ready to fight him on this, but he brought up a solid point - when was the last time you wore it? Could you remember the feeling of the weight of it all?

It was harder than you thought, especially with your boots. And you also found out that the jacket you normally wore to hide your frame significantly hindered your movements - now much too tight in the shoulders, so that, sadly, also had to go.

Your shape had started changing over the months of you training with Sylus. You hadn't realized how much until now, when something from years ago no longer fit. And why should it? You were no longer that person, either.

As the countdown became just days on the calendar, you found yourself thoroughly focused on one thing, and one thing only. So much so, that you found yourself surprised that Sylus had once more taken up residency in your chair in the security room.

"What are you doing here?"

It was a silly question for the man who owned the building and led the biggest crime syndicate, and yet, it still felt odd to see him in this room.

"Oh, just spending time time sifting through the stolen files of our new Ever entrepreneur."

"I - you -" You lifted your hands and rubbed them down your face. You were slipping - since when were you this disorganized? "I'm sorry. I haven't been focused."

"I don't understand why you're apologizing. You have been focused on being prepared for this upcoming fight, which is to be expected. So I have picked up where you've needed help. You weren't hired to take on every burden, kitten. You do me no good burnt out."

Something inside of you knew, deep down, that he was right. And that something untwisted just a little from receiving any type of help. But your nose still scrunched in distaste, for you had gone too long only trusting yourself.

And to admit you needed help felt too much like defeat for you to find gratitude on your lips.

"I've already found the bank accounts of those that did agree to…support Caesar's latest project," venom coated his words. "The next will be just connecting them to who. After that - well, I may be acquiring quite a few new companies."

You opened your mouth to let him know that you already had a fairly extensive list of bank accounts, but he cut you off before the first sound left your mouth.

Because he already found that list. And was running a check now.

And for whatever reason, that seemed to snap something fraying inside of you. It wasn't that he had crossed a line, really. You worked for the man. Technically he could do this.

But that was the problem. He could do this. On his own. Again.

He didn't need you.

His laugh as he let out an "ouch" from where you punched him in the shoulder only served to make you angrier. "What was that for?"

"We're sparring," was all you said, before turning on your heel and going back out the door.

"Sparring? But you don't like sparring with me because, what was it you said?" his voice changed pitch as it followed you down the hall. "Oh yes, 'You're like a level 99 boss against a newbie player.' "

"Now, Sylus!"

Not used to being ordered around, he remained seated, gray brow jumping at the open doorway. Curiosity, however, eventually got the better of him. Sylus wasn't sure he had ever seen you worked up like this before - at least not at him. He wasn't quite sure what he had done, but he was curious how you would fair against him now with the new style of training.

With a sigh, he set down the tablet he had been holding, checking the program was still running. With the information you already had, it was over halfway completed.

That's fine - he had time to kill, anyway.

Let's see what an angry kitten could do.

You were nearly done wrapping your wrists when he finally joined you in the gym. You spoke before he said anything. "I'm making this a wager. Winner is three taps - like before. But no Evols."

"A wager? Need I remind you how the last one worked out for you?" Sylus said with a chuckle, watching you pull your gloves on with your teeth.

"Yes, well - I have a couple more months under my belt now. I bet I can land three hits this time."

"Whatever you say, sweetie," the grin on his face only schooled your resolve. "And what will you get if you succeed?"

"You have to answer my question." You raised a gloved hand at him as he opened his mouth. "No, listen. You have to actually answer my question. No dodging or prettying up words to get around it. A straight answer."

The grin softened. "Alright - and if I win I get a favor from you of my choosing."

You blinked. "I work for you - how is that a beneficial?"

Sylus shrugged. "Guess you'll find out when I ask of it."

"Ooh - so confident you're going to win?"

"I never take deals if I'm on the losing side, sweetie." He held out his own glove for you to tap. "Let's see what you got."

It turned out you were a much better student than Sylus gave you credit for. Not only had you managed to hone in the basic techniques, but you were able to start applying your natural abilities with them. While the white haired man used his strength and height, you used your speed. At first, Sylus thought you were dodging due to lack of confidence, but then when you managed to a double hit, he realized what you were doing.

So he upped his own attacks, managing to land two of his own. It was sheer luck (you told yourself) that you managed to slip back a step to evade a punch and ended up with the perfect opportunity to test the newest skill you had learned on your mentor. And before Sylus had a chance to fully recover from his own swing, you swiped his foot and forced him to the mat.

An umph of surprise escaped from the man before you gently tapped his cheek with your glove for good measure, grinning when you said, "Three."

"Well done," Sylus praised through a lopsided grin, but then he moved, flipping you and pinning you beneath him. "Although anything outside of zero would have marked improvement."

You huffed and, not one to let your victory be temporary, put another lesson into practice. Bucking your hips upward to force the larger man off balance, you wrapped your arm around his right one, tucked your leg, and forced him down to the side of you, the momentum rolling you on top of him.

It was awkward with the gloves, but you smiled down anyway - bopping his stomach with a glove. "A victory is still a victory."

His laugh vibrated through his whole body, making you acutely aware that you were currently straddling his waist with your last escape. Heat pulled in your belly, and you refused to acknowledge it, forcing your thoughts instead on removing your gloves - something to keep your eyes away from the pair studying you.

Gloves grabbed your hips, startling you from your inner thoughts, and you realized Sylus was holding you steady while he adjusted under you. Your following heartbeats were almost painful as he settled back. "Your prize, miss?"

Rolling your eyes at the formality, you dropped your glove to the side, quickly pulling off the other. Then you held up an open palm, waiting for Sylus to hand you his so that you could help pull it off. It was the least you could do…in this position.

"I want to know why you hired me."

There was a scoff as you worked the strap free. "That hardly needed a bet, kitten. I hired you because you were the best."

Your pointed look made it clear that was not a satisfactory answer, which only received a raised eyebrow in return. "Was I wrong? Should I start my hunt again?"

Pulling the glove free a little too hard, you glared back. "It would be extremely hard to find anyone better than me." That earned you a laugh - a full one with a smile. Sylus gave you his other gloved hand. "But that's not what I meant. You don't actually need me, do you?"

In this lighting, his eyes reminded you of rose petals, and they studied your face closely as you freed his hand.

"No, in a technical sense. I don't." He moved the hand freed to behind his head, and rested the other on your thigh. "But, as you have previously mentioned, I tend to hire people for things I don't want to do myself. And due to previous choices, I needed to decide where to save time, as it were."

Curiosity got the better of you. "What happened?"

"That's a second question, sweetie."

"Consider it a sub-question."

There wasn't a laugh that time, but more of a pained smirk. He rubbed your thigh with his thumb, eyes watching the motion, and yours watching him. It was a minute or so before he spoke again.

"There was…someone that appeared a few months before I hired you. And I thought she was…well, it doesn't matter now. She needed help, and I gave it to her."

An unease was building inside of you, but you couldn't pinpoint why.

"While my focus was fully on her, things around here slipped. People tried to take advantage of my distraction. By the time I was focused on the N109 Zone again, there was a lot of clean up to be done, and I needed someone who could get me information quickly and keep the base in check while I straightened things out. I asked around, and your name came up repeatedly, which is why I wanted to hire you, specifically."

He said the next words gently, but flicked your forehead, willing you to hear him. "I hired you, because I needed help. And there is no shame or weakness in asking for it. There is strength in recognizing what you can and cannot carry."

The gentle squeeze on your leg signaled the end of his answer, and then his eyes met yours again. But there was something there that you did not like - something hurt.

"What happened to her?"

"You're getting greedy now, kitten. A third?" But with a sigh, he indulged you anyway. "You are a rarity in the fact you look for dragons while others hunt for princes."

Sylus was pushing himself up now, causing you to slide down into his lap. You grabbed his arms instinctively to prevent yourself from falling. "But the past cannot be changed, and is not worth dwelling on. And, while, yes, I hired you to fulfill a need, I have grown to enjoy your company regardless of your skill set."

Something in your gut bubbled. The way he looked at you brought all of your swirling feelings toward the front of your mind - the joyrides, the quiet hours, everything at the auction... There, truthfully, was the real question. The actual thing gnawing at the back of your mind. It wasn't that you wanted to know why he hired you, exactly.

It was wanting to know if you were worth more than your ability - the part of you that most people only cared about.

That was the thought you had recently untangled within yourself as well - that you enjoyed being here, and it had long stopped being just another job. You had grown stronger, not just physically, but mentally. You had learned to trust again. Learned how to laugh freely. Learned how to play in ways that were more than games teaching survival.

And it was all thanks to Sylus. Sure, yes, it had started as a means to an end. But the way he was looking at you, had been looking at you… The way your heart pounded and calmed at the sight of him. It was much more than that now, wasn't it? Past just enjoying each other's company.

It was something that you needed to stay before you lost your gall.

Before you could respond, Sylus' brow furrowed, and his head turned toward the door, hearing something you hadn't just yet.

You flinched when it was slammed open into the wall, and bit back a frustrated sound of being interrupted. Right when you thought you might be on the cusp of clarifying whatever this was, there was something that needed his attention.

You went to move from your fairly compromising position, but large hands held your hips still. And since Sylus clearly did not want you to move, you couldn't. It was a quick reminder of the strength he constantly held back with you.

Distracted by your thoughts, you missed the conversation happening, but not the way Sylus' jaw had clinched. What was wrong?

His hands released their hold and you stood, offering your own to help him to his feet. Watching his face slip into the mask that was the leader of Onychinus was always memorizing as it was terrifying, and you were surprised when it didn't fall just yet.

Instead, his eyes remained kind. "Was your prize satisfactory?"

You nodded once, and then the shift happened - the one that reminded you with a painful pang that you needed to figure out whatever this was because he was still your boss.

"Good. Go shower - I'm going to need you soon."

Sylus was not one to jump when someone ordered, and he would not tolerate anyone's attempt to try to do so in his own home.

So he took his time. Showered, dressed, swung by the kitchen to grab an orange, which he peeled and ate leisurely. Then he washed his hands, dried them, and decided forty-five minutes should hopefully clarify his point.

He did not rush, thumbs causally slipped into pants pockets as sure footsteps climbed the stairs and moved down the hall toward his office.

The lack of screaming told him she was furious being kept this long. Good. He was furious she had the audacity to barge her way inside at all.

He did not knock, as he did not need to announce himself, but he noticed how she jumped at the sound of the door opening. Saw how her pulse seemed to jackrabbit in her neck.

It was then that he grinned, one full of teeth and warning.

"Druella."

Dark eyes looked toward him, glaring as he meandered around his desk. "It's impolite to make a woman wait."

"It is impolite to barge into a man's home and demand an audience, and yet there you sit."

"I have important information, and you took your time -"

"I was involved in a more pressing situation that required my full attention. This was not a scheduled meeting, and I will not entertain the idea that you deserve any special treatment because you feel you have something important to tell me directly."

Druella was shaking - not from embarrassment, but from anger. "The port island was attacked. The one you share with the Hyenas. There's no footage, and everyone is scrambling to keep things protected."

That got his attention. A gray brow twitched before he moved to pull his phone free and send you a quick message.

Druella continued to speak without prompting.

» I need footage from the attack on Port Island D-192 . Bring it to my office.

« …I can just send it to you.

His lip twitched upward. He knows you would have checked the security footage by now and why you would prefer to hide away upstairs.

» I wasnt asking.

Bubbles appeared and then disappeared…repeatedly.

« Do you own a hoodie? A plain one.

» If I do it is in the back of my closet. Why?

Bubbles appeared and disappeared again.

« I'll be there in five.

"Sylus! Are you even paying attention?"

"Yes - you are claiming that someone took down the security of the whole island to steal from one particular storage container that you're currently having someone look into because they also cannot find the manifest. What I still don't understand is why you are here."

The woman scoffed, curled hair bouncing with the severity of it. "Both of our businesses are at stake! I am coming to work with you to figure out what happened and offer any services we can provide. "

She leaned forward then, in a pose that, to most, would have been flirtatiously revealing. It caused Sylus to sneer. "It's time to let the past go, Sy. We need to move forward. Together."

The nickname curdled something deep inside him. She did not get to call him that. There has only been one person he's ever allowed to call him Sy, and that person was currently peeking her head around the door.

Immediately something in him calmed, and he beckoned you forward with a hand.

When you stepped fully into the room, the moment seemed to stretch two very different directions.

Crimson eyes widened just a fraction. He did not remember buying that sweater - he didn't remember buying a lot of things - but there was no doubt who else's it could be. Jet black, with red stitching up the sleeves, the cuffs pushed to your elbows, and the fabric still fell down to your forearms, the bottom of the garment landing at the tops of your thighs.

Deep umber ones wishing they could burn you where you stood. Because the owners of those eyes remembered that particular gift that you had the audacity to wear in front of her.

"I got what you asked for," you said with a smile, lifting a tablet in your hand, as if it were only the two of you. Then you turned, feinted shock. "Oh, hello again."

One thousand paper cuts.

Although Sylus would argue this was more equivalent to a stab wound near a major artery. He approved.

Druella did not like this, but was smart enough to hold her tongue as you took Sylus' hand and was pulled forward onto his lap.

You did not flinch with the movement, and it partially settled the beast inside of him.

"Druella, you remember V."

It was taking every ounce of strength in the woman across from the two of you to remain calm, cool, and collected. "I do."

"V, here, is more than just a pretty face. She is gifted when it comes to technology. I already have her working through the footage to pull what others might have missed. She will relay the information to you once we have something worth noting."

Druella looked about two steps away from a full meltdown. A vein pulsed dangerously in her forehead, and her pupils seemed to shrink, making her eyes wild. Lips tight, she forced a nod. "I will also have my team analyze the footage, just in case. We can compare information when you're ready."

She stood then, stiffly, before turning and heading out of the room. There was no goodbye, but the tension seemed to follow her. And when it did, you nearly slumped into the man holding you close.

"What have you found?"

"The cameras were cut, but only on part of the island. The storage container was conveniently in a rather specific dead zone away from the others. I don't think this was an outside job. I have the system going frame by frame before the cameras cut to see if there's anything to show who, but nothing so far."

Sylus hummed in approval, even if this was not the information he was expecting to hear. An inside job would be messy to handle, given his current list of priorities. And the port island wasn't exactly close. It was also remote enough that a boat wouldn't be able to find it on most any map.

There was a leak somewhere that needed repairing, and quickly.

You moved to get up, but an arm around your waist held you firmly in place. "We aren't finished with our discussion from earlier."

A knot lodged itself in your throat. "Oh."

You tried to twist around, but found yourself held firmly in place. Stilled when you felt the weight of his head in your shoulder. "Have I … done something to make you feel unwanted?"

"No," but then a pain laugh escaped you, "but that's been half the problem."

The arm around you tightened. "Did…Ava say something?"

"Ava?" the name seemed to break the heaviness of the conversation. "What does Ava have to do with this?"

The way he nearly fell lax against you in relief only added to your confusion, but he still wouldn't let you twist toward him.

"Sylus -"

"If she approaches you, you tell her no."

"No? Wait - I thought they were allies, what I am disagreeing to -"

"It's because she is one and I know how she works I don't trust her. Just tell her no."

A synapsis fired off, causing you to still.

"Does this relate to why you were so grumpy at the brunch at the auction?"

A pause, but an answer in itself. "I was not grumpy."

"You were, though."

"I was not grumpy," he reiterated, releasing you now and giving you a small push forward. "Go pull the footage from the docs from the cameras for review."

"Wait - there's something else," you said, pulling up the tablet and flipping quickly through multiple screens. You left it on one of the outer cameras of the base, where two men seemed to be causally walking around.

Those two men paused as Durella exited the front, following her closely.

"They were circling the building the whole meeting. And not in a 'we're bored' walk. They were clocking the cameras - and terrible about hiding it, although they tried."

That deepened his frown, and you felt the lightest increase of pressure from the hand that had returned to your back when you pulled up the new footage.

The Hyenas and Onychinus were on amicable terms, but nothing was ever set in stone. A change of power could happen between one minute and the next, if one was efficient enough.

But Druella had stayed fairly quiet until now. She appeared enough to stay noticed, like a gnat caught in a room, but something seemed to have tipped at the auction. This island breech was a farce, but for what it was unclear.

What Sylus did know was that he promised you safety, and that was something he could guarantee as long as you were here at the base. So, when he responded, he leaned harder into that position, brushing off your worries with a sigh.

"They can look all they want, but that doesn't mean they'll be able to get in."

"Druella did -"

"Druella pushed her way past the door security most likely due to the fact she has been here before. I will clarify with that team moving forward she is not to be permitted, and that will be the end of it."

Even that didn't seem enough to convince you, as your teeth worried your lip. His thumb slipped up to pull on your chin enough to free it. "You have enough on your plate. I will handle this. You have footage to find and a fight to win. Get through those first."

Taking a breath, you nodded. Druella and her stunts were nothing new to him. If he says it'll be handled, it'll be handled. But for some odd reason, your mind filled with alarm bells.

The fight was the following night, and every nerve in your body was alive with energy. You had analyzed footage, organized files, and checked your gear at least three times in the hours leading up to it.

Currently, you found yourself in your room, tugging on your modified boots. Without your jacket, you felt naked, despite the long sleeves and pants that you donned. Too exposed.

All your fights before, the jacket helped conceal your shape, and the hood most of your face. It was safe. Reassuring, like a child with a blanket.

But now you were stripped bare…metaphorically. Just one more thing on the pile of other things that seemed to just keep coming at you.

There was a knock at the door, and when it didn't automatically open, you turned with surprise.

"Come in."

Hinges moved silently, and in the crack, two crow-masked faces peeked through, stacked on each other.

You tilted your head at them, unable to hide the grin. "Since when are the two of you nervous around me?"

"Special circumstances," Luke claimed as they opened the door wider to step through, moving oddly together.

Brow furrowed and mouth opening with a response, it closed again when a large box was shoved into your chest.

"Here," they said together.

Gently, you took the sleek black box in your hands, confusion evident on your face, and walked over to your bed to set it down and open it.

And when you did, your breath caught - throat tightening.

"We…overheard you talking about your jacket for the fight. And how it didn't really fit well anymore."

"So we got you a new one. And since we can't be there to support, we figured this still would let us be there with you."

The jacket itself was black, oversized and a zip up similar to what you normally wore. Except the zipper slanted across the chest, the piping of it and the hood all in a deep red.

The hood, you noticed, matched their own, with two red horns raising on either side, but while each only had one pierced, yours had both. An "08" had been embroidered into the side of it.

Twisting the hood around allowed you to notice something else on the back, which had you immediately clutching it close - only to abandon it completely to grab both of them by the neck and pull them close instead.

It was the design of a crow, mid-flight - the style looking like ink being dragged across the fabric - the outline of it highlighted by the red moon in the background, as well at its eye.

Luke and Kieran didn't know what to do first, being grabbed so suddenly, but they curled into you instinctively, hands and arms figuring out how to maneuver in such a small area.

"Thank you," was all you could get out, giving another squeeze. They reciprocated, and for a few moments you stayed that way before breaking apart.

You looked at the sweater again, touching the material before a thought crossed your mind.

"So…if you're 06, and you're 07, and I'm 08…who are 1-5?"

Both twins shrugged, and, in unison said, "We've always been too afraid to ask."

~.~

Druella flinched at the vibration of her phone signaling a call. A look to the driver in the mirror, and a dark divider rose between them before she answered.

"Well?"

No greeting - straight to business.

"She's here, your little pet," she confirmed, eyes watching the neon lights of the city slip past. "In a building guarded by the devil himself. Who, by the way, was not faking his adoration for her at the auction."

The last line came out bitter, but it was out before she thought to mask it with amusement.

The voice on the other end huffed.

"I don't often believe in second chances - especially after your screw up with those damn poison bugs. However, I prefer to have contingency plans if Vulpis is unsuccessful at the fight."

An unladylike snort came out of her mouth. "Your confidence in your own product is astounding."

"You forget that both of them are Ever's creations. Even if one little mouse thinks she can hide in the walls. Should you be needed, you better make it count. There will not be a third."

The line died, and a hand heavy with rings dropped it unceremoniously onto the seat beside her. She should had never convinced the Hyenas to take Caesar up on his offer all those months ago. They were quick to make sure it was her head on the chopping block, too.

If all went well, she would not be needed after tonight, and this deal would be done. She would have to move quick, but it wasn't like Druella was out of options. Oh, no.

Besides, should Ever get their little experiment back, someone would need comfort. And her seeking refuge? It would be perfect.

That little hacker bitch just needed to get what was coming to her.

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“I have a job for you.” Sam says, walking up to Bucky.

“What is it?” Bucky asks.

“You’re going to be a bodyguard for Y/N tonight.” He tells him.

“The new hacker girl?” He asks.

“Yes.” He says.

“Ok.” He says.

Later that evening, there was an event going on at a company. Your job is to get information from them, but secretively.

“I need to get to the main office at the end of the hall to the right.” You whispered to Bucky.

Bucky nodded and guided you through the crowd of people. He would give anyone the death glare if they so much as looked at you. You took a right down the hallway and went straight to the main office with Bucky following behind you.

“This shouldn’t take long.” You say.

Bucky nodded and stood guard at the door. You got on the computer and put your hacking skills to work and pulled up the file you needed. You put the flash drive in the computer and the file transferred to the flash drive within 5 minutes. You disconnected it from the computer and shut the computer off.

“Here you go.” You say, handing the flash drive to Bucky.

Bucky put the flash drive in his pocket. He poked his head out of the office, making sure the coast is clear which it was. Bucky let you walk out first and he followed behind you. You two thought you were in the clear, but you weren’t. An employee seen you guys.

“Hey!” The employee shouts at you guys. “You two aren’t supposed to be in here!” He says.

The employee was about to grab your arm, but Bucky gently pushed you behind him. He pulled his gun out from his jacket pocket and pointed it at him.

“If you so much as touch her, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground.” Bucky practically growls. “Do you understand?” He asks.

The employee gulped and nodded before running away in fear. Bucky put his gun away before turning to face you.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks.

“I’m fine.” You smiled. “Thank you, Bucky.” You say.

“You’re welcome, doll.” He smiles. “Let’s get this flash drive to Sam.” He says.

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A part of you cringed at the nickname despite the joy it normally filled you with. You’d felt honoured when Soap had coined it. The night owl of the 141, playing with mice and bringing veritable feasts of information back to the nest. But hearing it used in front of Ghost felt wrong. You could feel his eyes roll without even looking at him. 

You didn’t need a call sign. 

You didn’t need to be closer to the 141.  

You didn’t even need a name, because they didn’t need you. 

“Yes, sir.” He said as he stood to attention, mumbling his acknowledgement to the Captain            as he prepared for his dismissal. 

“Final brief at 0400. Wheels up at 0500, understood?” Price barked out at the two of you. You both gave your acknowledgement and he nodded, satisfied for now. 

“Alright, dismissed.” 

Ghost made a quick exit, as though being in your presence was more than enough to make him ill. You sighed and began to move, but a hand at your shoulder stopped you. 

“Owl, don’t let him get to you. You’re a part of this team, and you’re needed on this mission. I wouldn’t send you out if I didn’t believe you needed to be there.” 

You nodded, dropping you head to pull back the tears that threatened to fall. 

“Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.” 

“I know you won’t. Your intel has always been good. We don’t have the time to wait for the boys to bring the drives back, if they even knew what to look for, time isn’t on our side.” 

You knew that better than anyone. If only Lieutenant Riley would admit that you weren’t an incompetent civilian, maybe things would go along quicker. 

 — — — 

“Alright boys, this one should be simple, yeah? We go in, subdue any hostiles, grab the tech and get the fuck out. I don’t want any mistakes, I don’t want any problems,” Ghost’s eyes stopped at you as he said the last word, “I don’t want any bad news, understood?” He said as his voice boomed over the sound of the plane's engine. 

“Yes sir!” The group called out as one. This would be easy, as he said. You didn’t have to do too much, just follow the group and live long enough to break through the encrypted drives. From their you could relay the information back to Price and Laswell. Simple. 

Your eyes drew closed as you took in a breath, trying to centre yourself. Get in, get the drives, get out. Job done. You repeated your mantra until you fell into a fitful sleep.

You woke with a start as your name was barked out. 

Lieutenant Riley stood over you, arms crossed. An obvious scowl beneath his mask. 

“Gotten enough beauty sleep, sunshine?” 

The plane was empty, your teammates stood out on the makeshift runway, watching your change out of earshot. The late evening sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows into the plane.

“I’m sorry sir, I just wanted to be rested for the mission.” 

“Well, aren’t you considerate, thank you so much, Pigeon.” His voice dripped with a saccharine sarcasm that cut you to your core. You hate that he’d made a mockery of the callsign you were so fond of. You were sure other people had slept on the flight over. Why was he singling you out so cruelly? 

“Are you still on your bloody arse?” He barked out, loud enough too draw the attention of your teammates. “Sorry, sir!” you replied as you jumped up. Your body was yanked back with a start, bucking against the fastening that had kept you in your seat. Your head knocked back against the body of the plane, tilting your helmet over your eyes. 

“Oh fucking hell, Pigeon. If you get yourself killed on this bloody mission, I’ll murder you.” His hand made quick work of your seatbelt, snatching it off you in one sharp motion, sending you lurching forward.

If only you’d had the confidence to tell him off. 

If only you had the kind of easy relationship with him that he had with everyone else, one that transcended rank enough to quip back at him. 

If only he didn’t hate you. 

If only he could see you. Not just look at you scornfully, but see you. See your efforts, see your strength. 

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” You said with your eyes focused on the floor. Your gaze could have cut two pinholes in the undercarriage of the plane. You grabbed your gear and rushed down the gangway, thankful Ghost hadn’t pointed out all the things he found wrong with your apology. With your posture, with your face, with your breathing, with your existence. 

“Alright. It’s 30 klicks to their base, but we’ll have to trek the last 5k. Johnny, you get us in, Gaz and I will clear a path while you watch our six. You,” Lieutenant Riley said with derision, “don’t die and find the drives after we’ve swept the place, understood?” You nodded sharply. 

“Alright lads, this one’s easy. Any hostiles will be eliminated on sight, in and out, home in time for Eastenders.” Soap and Gaz laughed easily at Simon’s joke. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to show any crumb of happiness in front of him. Maybe he’d yank your tongue out if you so much  as chuckled and bring it home for his dog. 

As you made your way to the jeep Soap fell into step with you. 

“Ye alright?” He asked, a gentle smile playing on his face. How could you be alright? He was always so kind to you, and Kyle always treated you with respect. Even the KorTac boys said ‘hello’, or ‘thanks for the intel’ once in a while whenever you ran into them. Ghost seemed pissed that he had to breathe the same air as you. 

A short sigh escaped before you could regain your composure, “yeah, I’m okay. It’s just… I don’t want to mess up. It’s my first time really out in the field and—” and Lieutenant Riley, your best friend and our commanding officer hates my guts and doesn’t care to hide it. “And I just want to do well.” Soap nodded, though he couldn’t really understand. He’d been a soldier since he was 18. He’d proven himself time and time again even before he ever saw active duty. His abilities were undeniable. 

You, as Ghost loved to remind you and everyone around you, were a desk jockey egg-head recruited after you’d been caught ransoming credit card companies and running stings on pedophiles with your ‘internet pals’. Caught or betrayed, the thought still plagued you, though the end result had been a job offer from the British Army in lieu of prison time. Soap and Gaz thought you were a genius, some sort of cyber Robin Hood fighting the good fight from smokey internet cafes or 6 monitor supercomputers. Captain Price saw you as a clever kid with good intentions but questionable methods. 

Ghost… well Ghost made no secret of the fact he thought you were an egg-head. An energy  drink guzzling college drop-out with a lot of free time and no common sense. A basement dweller with more waifu body pillows than real life friends. A useless kid with no place in battle, regardless of the fact that your intel was what told him where to go more times than not. 

“He doesn’t hate you, he’s just… well he’s just Ghost. He’s never worked with you, I’m sure things will change after this.” You nodded, thankful for the reassurance though you didn’t really buy much of it. As you opened the jeep door and slid into one of the back seats you noticed Ghost’s eyes were trained on you through the rearview mirror. Watching for something to pick on you for, of course. 

You held his gaze as you closed the door and dropped your gear bag between your feet. ‘That’s right Lt, I can sit down without strangling myself on the seatbelt’ you longed to say to him. You settled for holding his gaze and raising your eyebrows at him. As the jeep rumbled to life you could have sworn you heard a laugh. 

— — — 

Ghost glanced at the pistol holstered on you thigh, as well as the knife sheathed at your hip. The urge to ramble about your right to protect yourself and defend your teammates bubbled up in your chest, the citric need to bite back at him almost won. Thankfully he spoke before you did. 

“You do know how to use that, right?” He whispered to you, crouched to your right, Gaz to your left. You’d gone through basic gun training and safety as well as first aid at Captain Price’s insistence once you’d begun working more and more with the 141. A fact you were sure Ghost knew. He’d never let you carry a weapon without a direct order from Price. A direct order not to snatch it on sight and send you to sit in a corner and think about how stupid you were. 

“Of course, sir,” you quipped back. Your sarcasm was cut with anxiety. This was real. You didn’t have to kill anyone, you just had to keep up and not die. But this was so real. A gun range was nothing in comparison. The slide of the gravel beneath your boots, the heat of your comrades beside you, the dull green of the night vision. This was real. 

“Ghost, do you copy? 30 seconds to detonation.” Soap’s voice was tinny through the comm on Ghost’s shoulder. 

30 seconds? 

Seconds?!

Your heart pumped a punishing beat as the reality of it all sunk deeper and deeper. 

A hand on your knee brought you back to the moment. “Look at me,” the last voice you’d ever expect to comfort you was all that filled your ears. The surprise washed away the fear for a moment as you looked into Ghost’s eyes. 

“The second you hear the blast, stay low and follow us, okay? You’ll want to jump up, don’t.”

“Okay.” 

His dark eyes stared into you as he spoke. “Keep your weapon in your hands, keep your eyes on me, keep up, and keep calm. This is the fun part.” A low chuckled from Gaz calmed you further. 

“I’ve got your six, just focus on moving with the group, okay?” Gaz whispered beside you. 

“Okay.”

All you could do was agree, any eloquence you’d had before had long since dissipated. 

A deafening boom rang out and the urge to run flooded every nerve in your body. You watched Ghost. 

Keep your eyes on me

You focused on Ghost’s broad back as you moved with him. Focused on keeping close. On surviving. 

The next minutes were a blur of gun fire and barked out commands. The muzzle flash of the weapons around you was enough to make the night vision useless and so with shaky hands and shallow breaths you pushed the goggles up as you moved through a maze of rooms with Ghost as your guide. 

A heavy hand against your chest stopped you before you had a chance to run into your Lieutenant. 

“Gaz, now.” He barked quickly as a heavy boot made contact with the door, pushing it from the frame. Garrick fired as he moved deftly into the room, sweeping the corner as Ghost fired at a figure hunched over a laptop. 

Everything was happening too quickly. You were pushed into the room, or pulled, you couldn’t know. As your body entered your mind stayed back and watched as a figure rose from a position under the desk. Before you could even see their eyes they hit the floor with a thud. 

A wave of nausea spread through you as you moved to where they’d been, pushing the bodies away from the computer as you grabbed it and began to type a series of commands into the terminal. Your hands shook as you pushed a thumb-drive into a port and watched as your code froze the deletion process. You left that to work as you pulled open desk drawers and riffled through their contents, shovelling everything in sight into your pack. 

“Hurry up!” 

You obeyed, moving quicker as you grabbed files and thick plastic drives with greedy, shaking hands. The final drawer was locked tight. You wanted to call out for a key but shame held you tongue. You pulled at it and it held firm. Ghost could have yanked it open with one hand, you were sure. His presence in the room motivated you to think like a soldier. Think like him. 

‘I’m not useless. I’m not useless. I’m not useless.’ You chanted to yourself as you reached to you side and gripped your knife. Jamming it into a gap in the drawer you pushed your whole weight onto it and heard a click. 

Yes. You weren’t useless after all. 

“Owl! Wait!” 

With unbridled euphoria you yanked the drawer open and felt your body and mind reconnect with a violent snap. Like a spark to gas you ignited with something you couldn’t recognise. Warmth spread through your middle as you glanced down into the drawer. It was empty. 

“Oh shit.”

“Soap call in a medevac, now!” 

Why was it empty? Were they all shouting because it was empty?

Your hand dug into the wooden cube, patting around until you felt something give. You pushed up into it and heard something drop. Another hard drive. 

“Owl, Owl you need to move, now.” 

A firm hand grasped you by the shoulder and you shook it off. You bent down to pick up the drive and a white hot pain seared your abdomen. You ignored it, and with a sharp wince you grabbed the final drive. 

Why were your hands shaking so much? Was it the excitement of war?

You turned to collect the laptop but it was already in Gaz’s hands. He was shoving it into your pack as Ghost grabbed the drive in your hand and tossed it to him. 

“No! No, I have to decrypt the—”

“You have to move. Now.” Ghost retorted sharply as he angled himself to block your view of Gaz. 

When had they stripped you of your pack? 

Why was Lieutenant Riley suddenly pushing you out the door you’d all just come through?

How were you able to see your group moving through the halls? Watching the retreat from an unnatural vantage point, making note of the thick trail of something syrupy behind you. 

Was that blood? Did your sloppiness get one of them injured?

— — — 

The jeep you’d left 5 kilometres away speed into view in front of the compound you’d just sacked. 

Was it moving or were you? 

Hands pushed you into it and began pulling off the kevlar and fabric of covering your torso. 

‘Is it bad?” Soap’s voice came from the front of the vehicle. 

“No, its not too bad,” Ghost said to you rather than Soap. You craned your head down to look at the wound, but a strong hand tilted your chin away. 

“I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me, Pigeon” he said lowly as you searched his face for some clue of what was happening. His derisive diminutive sounded odd now, it was laced with something tender. 

“Sorry lieutenant, I just wanted to—” you didn’t know how to finish. 

I just wanted to see for myself? 

I just wanted to be a part of the team?

“— I just wanted to impress you. I’m sorry, sir.” You mumbled as your lids grew heavy. 

The pressure on your stomach increased as Ghost spoke to you in low whispers. “Impress me? How? By falling asleep? We’ve already talked about that, soldier. I told you to keep your eyes on me. That’s an order.” 

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” 

— — — 

Your eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse of a white stucco ceiling. 

Shit. 

Ghost would kill you for falling asleep again. As you tried to sit up your body barked out in protest. A dull ache blanketed your left side and pulsed through you. 

A hand pushed you back down gently. Resting for a beat on your shoulder before pulling away.

“Slow down, kid. You’ll rip your stitches out.” You knew that voice. You turned your head to look at the Lieutenant. You’d already known it was him, all that surprised you was the lack of contempt in his voice. 

You couldn’t speak. You just looked around, taking in the small makeshift clinic you’d found yourself in. 

“The hospital was too far,” Ghost said, answering the question you mind was already forming, “so they set this up in a safe house nearby.” You nodded, laying back against the pillows. “Sir? What happened?” 

You heard Lieutenant Riley sigh as you stared up at the ceiling above you. Too timid to look at him as he recounted your failures on the mission. 

“The drawer was rigged. If you’d been taller, or wider, the shrapnel that hit you would have been fatal, Owl.” 

The name drew your eyes to him before you could stop yourself. 

“I’ve graduated from Pigeon?” You asked, trying to cut the tension in the small room. He laughed,  and the sound was enough to make the pain in your abdomen dissipate. 

You’d made him laugh.

You had made Ghost laugh. 

“You got injured, and didn’t give up. That was a tough thing you did, Owl. I’m proud of you.” 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, it took everything you had not to let them fall. A warm  on hand your head was what completely undid you. Hot tears slipped out of your closed eyes as Lieutenant Riley stroked your hair more gently than you’d ever thought a man of his size was capable of. 

“You did well, don’t worry.” 

You gathered yourself, remembering the objective of the mission. “How long was I out, sir? Has the  operation window passed?” 

He pulled his hand back slowly before he spoke. “Intel over here took a look at some of the materials before sending them back with Soap and Gaz. The boys back home will decrypt as much as they can while you’re healing up here. Doc said you’d be okay to fly within 48 hours.” 

You nodded, trying to keep your disappointment in check. You wouldn’t even get a chance to do what you were good at. 

“But,” Ghost said slowly, drawing your attention away from the pity party you’d already began throwing for yourself. “No one could make heads or tails of what was on the laptop.” 

“So its useless then?” You asked, trying to push the hurt out of your voice. 

“Oh I wouldn’t say that,” Ghost let out a low chuckle. God, you’d become addicted to that sound already. “Whatever you plugged into it before you got hurt completely stumped everyone, they said only you’d be able to retrieve anything from it.” 

A warm pride filled your chest. No one could do what you could. You weren’t useless. 

“So… unfortunately for you, Pigeon. I’ve brought you some homework while I babysit you. Are you up for it?” 

Ghost dropped the laptop onto your lap. Your thumb-drive was still plugged into it, filled with malware and viruses you’d cooked up over the years.