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SHE KNOWS WHO ALLY IS AND HER SOFTNESS — and where she once would have recoilled from her touch . It's too soft . too gentle . It's everything Igraine longs to be , and it feels like Ally just exudes it . There's a jealousy in the way she's so confident to just step in to pull Igraine into a hug . Igraine see's someone who isn't afraid , and she's happy for her friend .

She happily wraps her arms around her , giving a gentle squeeze . If this is what Ally needs in the moment , she's happy to give it to her .

Even muffled by the walls, Billy could hear the screams in the near distance echo from down the hallway currently being traversed. It was Ally's voice, but projected in this pain-stricken, horrendous way was so foreign to him, having never heard her in such a state before. It simultaneously sent chills throughout his entire body and made his blood boil.

Clones were already dealing with a mess at the entrance, fighting off any guards that had stood in the way as the original's feet never faltered in their rapid steps to find out where she was located.

His heart was racing in anticipation which morphed into pure adrenaline; anyone who approached him was quickly met by his hands or a duplicate's as he searched around the maze of a building. They'd get their occasional hits in with blunt weapons of their choosing; from one, a lucky pistol shot in his arm, but it didn't slow him. He'd certainly feel it all later but none of it mattered right now.

Though hearing yelled, strained words by her followed by a slap and a nasty response from presumably another guard in the room made all his internal alarms go off even more. Through that he found the source, door still open as the unsuspecting fuckhead faced towards Ally. The duplicator didn't hesitate for a second to grab the guard's head and slam him full force into the brick wall, with him immediately dropping to the floor after the hard contact was made.

"Shithead."

Not knowing or caring if he broke the man's neck, bashed his skull in, or simply just knocked him out, Billy's attention instantly went towards her. Chained up, collar on her neck, clothes tattered, bloody, bruised; adrenaline moved aside just a bit to have his heart feel heavy in his stomach instead as he looked at her with concern. What the hell were these guys going to do with her?

"Hey, hey, you're okay. I gotcha." Said softly as a gloved hand, partially ripped, put itself against her cheek reassuringly, cradling it gently as he gave a warm smile. A clone was created, searching the passed out, or dead, guard on the floor for keys of the restraints she was wearing and anything for the collar.

Successful in his findings, a small remote was thrown upwards to the original as the clone began to unlock all the chains she was wearing, removing them from her wrists and ankles. Billy examined the device before flipping a small switch on it with the slightest hesitation, making the collar around her neck deactivate.

"Whew. Thankfully that wasn't a shock switch 'r somethin'." The multiple disappears as he tosses the remote aside.

@thenamesallison paged: "If they try to put their hands on you again, I'll kill them"

it's been about a week since ally and logan had successfully completed their rescue mission. oddie had found out when she got home because the first thing evvie had done was call her. which meant that she was going a little insane, as much as she loved her daughter. so when oddie finally went back to work she called ally to come over. what she didn't expect was to have ally come over and still be just as mad. "ally..." she sighs, watching her best friend pace around the living room.

she's basically living on the couch and is very grateful that her auntie has been basically moving her in. "ally," she tries again. her leg and basically all of her still hurts so she couldn't get up to interrupt her properly and make a point. the physical recovery has taken longer because of the extent of her injuries on top of her being starved basically, while she was held captive. there was going to be a little bit more recovery with her leg so she wasn't looking forward to that.

the only thing she knows for sure is that she isn't currently being hunted because, luckily for her, maddie's company had quite a few contacts in high places. there was nothing else that she would have wanted to hear, except maybe ally's thoughts to quiet down. "ally!" she finally snaps and then groans because her head still hurts. "i understand that you're pissed about what happened, okay? i am too but that doesn't change what happened."

she sits up on the couch and pats the spot next to her. "you are the bravest person i know for coming for me when you had no idea what you were walking into. you and logan both. because of the two of you, i got to come home to my daughter. to my family, and my friends." she has tears in her eyes as she speaks. "there's a good chane i'd be dead if you hadn't come for me. because people like that don't let people like us live."

there's a moment where the silence switches from comfortable to suffocating. "ally, you saved my life okay? please don't ever forget it. now just sit here with me while i try not to cry because my leg hurts and i'll order us pizza or whatever else you want."

thenamesallison answered:

"I get the feeling that there are many hills that aren't worth dying on that you would settle yourself on top of." Ally didn't know Robert well--they had only just met a day or two ago--but she knew his type: confident, snarky, self deprecating. He reminded her a lot of Tony, if she were honest. "I would love to hear more about this hill. Please, explain your position."

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"Alright, look here Brady Bunch." He chuckled that one was worse. "I could just call you Bradley? or EVEN WORSE. You're Brad now."

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Everything’s narrowed down to the next step, the next breath, the next bit of ground he has to cover without his leg giving out completely. But then her voice cuts through it, familiar enough to pull his focus sideways, even if just for a second.

The gurney hits in front of them and the shift is immediate. Hands move, weight transfers, and for a split second Jack’s grip tightens hard on the agents holding him like he doesn’t trust the transition. Then he’s being lifted, guided—and something else.

His leg doesn’t drop the way he expects. There’s no jarring pull, no added strain. Instead, there’s a strange, controlled lightness, like the weight’s been taken off it entirely, held just out of reach of the pain. Jack’s breath catches on that, sharp and surprised, eyes flicking briefly toward Ally as realization hits.

"It's nothing,” he exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction because of it.

He’s lowered onto the gurney, the movement smoother than it should be, and even then that same careful support stays with his leg. His hand still moves to the tourniquet on instinct, fingers pressing hard for a second before easing when the pain doesn’t spike the way he expects.

Flat on the gurney now, the world tilts slightly as he adjusts, head tipping back for a second as he exhales hard through his nose. Ally’s voice cuts in again and he turns his head just enough to look at her, eyes a little unfocused but locked on her anyway.

“Move,” one of the agents snaps, and suddenly the gurney lurches forward.

They’re moving fast now, wheels rattling over the hangar floor as the team breaks into a hurried pace, pushing him out of the open space and toward the interior doors. The bright lights of the hangar give way to the harsher, clinical lighting inside, footsteps echoing as they cut down the corridor toward the elevator. Jack’s fingers curl tighter into the edge of the gurney as the motion jostles him, a sharp breath slipping out before he reins it back in.

“Just get me inside,” he mutters again, voice low but steadier now, eyes fixed ahead as the elevator doors come into view.

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"Thanks, I'll be alright. We got like 2 hours left, I'll manage."