#thompsonlegacy

captain of the iss destiny may not sound QUITE as impressive as if he were captain of the enterprise, but his position is still one ENVIED by those beneath him. still, he can’t help but smirk in the aftermath of an attempt on his life. only two men remain standing: THAWNE himself and the ONE member of his security team who had done his job and protected him. eyes light up even with the blood running slowly down the side of his face.

“if i knew you were waiting for an OPPORTUNITY to get physical with me, i would have suggested something a little less BLOODY. not that i’m complaining.”

“look, buddy, i TOLD you — i didn’t rescue you for your loyalty, or whatever.” jack’s as bad as a lost puppy, looking for someone to give all of its love to. eddie doesn’t NEED it. doesn’t want it. there’s a world out there that needs SAVING. one day, caitlin’s going to find a cure for all this. either her or cisco or some other scientist who’s still alive out there. eddie just needs to protect as many people as he can until that day finally comes.

“you don’t owe me anything. IT’S OKAY. i was never going to leave you there.”

“i KNOW you were worried, jack. i’m sorry.” he’d just gone across the street for some food. being holed up in jack’s apartment is better than the infirmary at SHIELD, but he’s still all alone when jack is gone, when isaac is busy. eddie understands, of course. their jobs are demanding. he can’t hold that AGAINST them. but stopping an armed robbery just days after being released from shield’s care isn’t exactly what they meant when they told him to RELAX.

he’s lucky his heart didn’t give out on him.

“nobody got hurt. that’s the IMPORTANT thing, right? i couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. i’m still a cop.” maybe temporarily unemployed, but a cop at heart. always.

     SMALL MUTTERINGS BEGIN TO LEAVE his lips as activity resumes around him. shooter is gone, but someone is standing over him. light begins to seep through the darkness. warmth attempts to kindle underneath the cold he’d already begun to succumb to. eyes finally open slowly with a pained grunt. he blinks a few times, only catching brief glimpses of the other man at a time.

     “WHO... THE HELL ARE YOU?” he barely gets the words out, hand lazily reaching for his gun that’s too far away, blood still pooling around him. he abandons his goal, head falling tiredly onto his arm. “if you’re here to finish what... the other guy started... could you hurry it up?” a bitter laugh. “i haven’t got all day here.”