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@somekindofbatman​ ||  {Arlo & Erin} 

Cases with children always tugged at Erin’s heart strings. What her brother and her went through, was enough to make anyone even remotely traumatized. Having a spot at the special victims unit was a dream come true. The work made a difference, and it wouldn’t be bureaucratic. However, being able to keep the cases at work, and not home was another story entirely. 

It’d been the thing she’s been finding it difficult to cope with. Erin cared too much, which could help solve cases, but really dig into her skin if she didn’t. The brunette was just about done getting through the statements, when she noticed someone lurking. She looked around her to see if he was alone, and he appeared to be. “Excuse me, we have this area sealed off. Can I help you?”

“fascinatin’.” mark mumbled. he had no desire to go any further into the conversation. especially not with some coffee shop yes man, probably running for employee of the month. he took his mocha latte from the counter but while he did, stress brought him to a crescendo. he squeezed the paper cup so hard in his fist that the cap popped off and sent hot liquid on a fast track to the floor. “oh fuck me right in the -----” he mumbled the rest of the sentence under his breath. he grabbed a whole fistful of napkins and started to wipe off his shirt. paper wads fell by the shoes of every joe in the place. “you.” mark eyed some guy. handsome, blue eyes. latte headed right for his shoes. “better move ya ass, gotta lotta this shit goin’ your way.” stereotypical new york accent, brassy. “don’t wanna... soak ya fuckin’ sneakers.” he wasn’t necessarily being nice but that guy was the closest one to the splash zone. he deserved fair warning.

She supposed it was obvious, that her search had continued after some time off.  Using the CIA’s resources for personal use was frowned upon, and technically illegal, but she didn’t care.  She could just hear their voices now, telling her she’s too close to the case, that every single time there was something she thought could lead to something she was led to nothing but a dead end.  Time and time again.  To compose herself, as best she could, Claire combed her fingers through her hair and sighed, eyes drifting toward him for only a moment.  “No, everything’s fine.”  Lie.  “Just a dead end, it’s nothing.”

And sometimes...sometimes that last step really tripped her up.

Or, in this case, a stray cable tripped her up and caused her to full body slam into the door she’d been about to sneakily sneak out of. It might have been ok if she hadn’t smacked her head, or at least if she hadn’t smacked her head and proceeded to let out a very long, and very loud, string of profanity. That got the bad guys attention and before she had time to work out a new plan, there were half a dozen of them on the other side of the door. 

Stupid compound building with only one computer in a stupid room that only had one entry point. Stupid gross bad guys kidnapping mutants and indoctrinating the ones they thought were useful. From what they’d been able to understand so far, the group, or cult, depending how you looked at it, started as a non-mutant criminal group. And then a mutant to joined them and opened up a whole new world of possibilities. And a new crack in their leaders psyche as he’d turned what was a criminal group into a “family” where mutants were a subservient species. The crime continued though, because of course it did. A cult still needed money. Where else were they going to get it when their members didn’t have their own money to offer up?

And then terrigenesis had happened, and there were suddenly a lot more people with powers around, and their kidnapping had stepped up to the point they’d been noticed.

With no other option, Darcy steeled herself and swung the door open, ducking behind it in case they went the shoot first, questions later route. 

“Come out!” A voice ordered. Gritting her teeth, Darcy stepped in to view, hands already raised. They didn’t even ask questions before two had seized her arms and bracketed her in. The one she took to be their leader looked her over and sneered. “Trespassers will be shot,” he said, a dark laugh behind the words. And before she could react he’d raised his weapon and shot her in the stomach.

What happened next was fuzzy, but a few minutes later Darcy was four legged, furry, and limping away from a scene. The hallway was riddled with bullet holes, and the bodies were more than a little bloody. 

“You got any tea?”

As soon as he asked the question she flipped the kettle on to boil. 

7 minutes in heaven // accepting. 20 -- Fake obnoxious moans/kisses @somekindofbatman

“Oh, Arlo--” There was another smacking noise, another wet little sound, and the lightest thump as Syl’s back landed against the wall. “Mm...”

And he stood there, back against the wall, and looked down at Arlo with a grin and a thumbs up. College parties were stupid, but holy shit if Syl didn’t feel bad that Arlo had to get in such an awkward situation, like, the first friggin’ party he went to. It’d been fine, really, with he and Arlo outside the house and eating salty snacks and talking, but then the Lambda Kappa Pi guys had found him, and dragged him, and when Syl said dude, I’m not playing any games unless Arlo comes too, okay?... well, they’d taken it literally.

So, yeah, he felt super bad about the 7 minutes in heaven thing. But at least the bottle had landed on him when Arlo spun it.

Did he know if Arlo wanted to kiss him? Hell no.

This was the next best thing, right?

“That should work for now,” he whispered down at him, then he moved to crouch so they were looking eye to eye. “The thump’ll make ‘em think we’re too busy tonguing to make any real noises.

“I gotta mess your hair up to complete the look, though.” Lifting both his hands, he wiggled all his fingers. “I’m a handsy guy, and Lambda Kappa Pi definitely know that.