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a/n: of course the debut post HAD to be the mighty glorious kazzle dazzle. this is heavily inspired by "Aftershocks" from Next to Normal.
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In which Pekka Rollins has the audacity to hire a new spider and build a new club near the Dregs' territory What happens when the spider he hires is Kaz Brekker's long lost sister?
Everyone in the Barrel knew this fact, everyone knew not to question his actions and knew even better not to contradict them, especially his crows. They were used to his wild nature, used to his grumbles and glares, and were often the first ones to eliminate anyone that did. But ever so often, they could not help but to raise a brow at it.
Especially now.
"Pekka has hired a new cub, find out who and why he wants them. I want answers." he had ordered Inej.
"Make another set of bombs, ones that create smoke before exploding. I need them by tonight." he said to Wylan who jolted away from Jesper at his sudden intrusion into their very private moment.
"Matthias, guard the club. I'll have to borrow Zenik from you for a job, hurry up." he knocked at Matthias' room.
Kaz knew what to do, of course he did. He had a plan, a meticulous one that had countermeasures down to the moment they got back to the Slat. Get inside, raid the new club Pekka had balls enough to build right across the harbor, just barely grazing the line of property Brekker swore him not to cross, and get back.
The crows moved swiftly through the night, he informed them of the plan, making Jesper repeat it thrice for good measure, made sure they knew every crevice of Pekka's place from the information Inej got him. Every instance and chance was accounted for and yet, somehow, some way, you had manage to stunt the bastard of the barrel.
The "Kaelish Prince", as Pekka called it, was still closed. Kaz managed to plan the heist just before the grand opening and they managed to enter quietly without Jesper scratching his itch to shoot something.
Meanwhile, Pekka had given you a room in the club, a small room that was far too plain for your taste but you'd rather have this than sleeping in the cold streets of the Barrel.
Shivering at the thought, you had managed to fall into the best sleep you ever had in years, not hearing the soft thump of a cane entering your room just an hour after you drifted off.
His plan was simple. Get information that valued Pekka whether the spider was to bleed or to die.
Kaz and Inej had stood on guard as they entered your room and spotted your form on the bed, buried under a blanket too thin to provide much warmth. She moved to remove your blanket, as quietly as she could, and she might as well have punched Kaz right in his stomach when he was met with the sight of you underneath the blanket.
His eyes widened and without realizing it, he grabbed Inej's hand to stop it from taking one of her knives out, making the Wraith widen her eyes and look at Kaz dead in the eyes before moving her sight down to his hand on hers. She feared to move, not daring to remove his hand as she scrunched her brows in question.
Kaz didn't know how to breathe. Suddenly, he was seeing Jordie laying there next to you locking eyes with him mockingly. "What's wrong brother? You look like you've seen a ghost." Jordie smirked.
You shifted in your sleep and he sharply inhaled, shaking his head to shoo away his thoughts as if it'd all go away--as if you'd go away. He had to be hallucinating, you weren't there, you were dead. He saw you drift away from him and Jordie at the harbor. He saw you breathe your last. He was alone and yet, here you were, like a slap to his face.
"Kaz?" Inej called quietly. Kaz swallowed thickly before snapping his eyes to Inej, to his hand on hers, to you. And as quick as Inej could blink, he had retreated his hand away again as she quietly sighed in silent defeat.
"Move." he said to Inej and kneeled next to you, searching for a pulse despite every fiber of his being complaining. Inej stood by and let Kaz do what he did, still shocked and confused, but she knew there was something Kaz needed to find. Still, she could not shake the feeling that something strange was afoot.
Kaz Brekker did not act brashly, not while on the job and certainly not like this.
Her eyes took in his form, bent over yours as he slowly moved your hand, a hand that had a bracelet was strikingly similar to the tattoo Kaz had on his wrist, to lift the collar of your shirt, hearing him suck in a breathe when he did like he had found gold. Despite all this running through her head, she stayed quiet, waiting for him to finish.
With all dirtyhands as doing, he was surprised that you remained sleeping. He was counting on it though, you were always a heavy sleeper.
He shook his head at his thoughts and shrugged away the twitch that he felt on his lips to remain as calm as he could be. His heart betrayed him though as it pumped loudly when he found what he was looking for; a birthmark in your collarbone. A sign that he was not dreaming. That Pekka was not playing some sort of sick joke by leaving his sister there for him to find. His ears ringed as all his movements just halted at the realization of your existence.
You were here. Not dead. No longer the ghost that haunted his every step. You were alive.
Questions poked at his head.
Why hadn't you looked for him? Where did you go? How long have you been in the Barrel? Why were you taking so long to wake up?
"Kaz." Inej's voice cut through his thoughts and he stood up suddenly, putting the blanket back on your shoulders, and walking away.
Inej's eyebrows would have shot up through the roof if they weren't limited to her forehead.
What is he doing?
"Kaz?" she asked again, following behind him cluelessly. She wanted to ask questions, to pick and prod, she knew better yet this was a new bewilderment, even for Kaz.
"So? Any news?" Jesper asked them the moment they walked out the building but Kaz walked right through him, ignoring the sharpshooter's confused gaze. Nina, who was beside Wylan, looked to Inej for answers to which Inej shrugged at, the answer "I have no idea" getting mouthed as they stood to follow the bastard of the barrel.
"Any words can amount to a 'let's go home, gang' you know that right, boss?" Jesper joked as they jogged to catch up to Kaz who walks surprisingly fast for a person with a cane.
"Not now Jesper." Kaz grumbled.
"Is it possible that you entered a portal and got back to be a whole new level of grumpy?" Nina tried. Kaz remained silent.
They looked to Inej once more to which she shook her head as if to say to leave it alone and they understood. Jesper didn't though.
"What are we shaking our heads about? What-?"
"Shut up, Jesper." they told and he grumbled to that. Grumbled all the way back to the Slat.
