Dulce Periculum

“This is my team. And nobody, ESPECIALLY Daniel Shaw, is going to take us down.”

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Chuck Bartowski  

seasons 1-2 main // penned by Dottie 

Sarah Walker

seasons 1-4 main // Formerly wiildcardenforcer // Rebooted April 2017 // Penned by Christina

John Casey 

Revamped April 2017 // Penned by Gabriel

Daniel Shaw 

Sideblog // Follows from drcwningvoices // Penned by Dottie

            There was hope waiting for him in the dark && he            he who kept his eyes closed, let the blind lead him. When he fell he didn’t know who to blame. It was his tattered mind that let these things happen over && over again. What a shame, he expected himself to stop making the same mistakes && the moment he stepped away, let go of the unseen hand he became so wrong, turned so swiftly into what they called a monster. He had all this potential, could’ve had the world at his feet but once again he let the remnants of sanity strings his body away. In another world, he should’ve been whole, should’ve been a good man              but in this reality, he was merely the shell of a fool inhabited by a demon that thrived on revenge && HATE.

                                        ❛❛ If we have the power                      to change the w o r l d, don’t you think                we have the power to change our own FATE? ❜❜

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        She hesitated, which was the only reason Mick relaxed a bit; his subconsciously tense body unwinding just a bit. And just in time for the first solid punch to his chest, catching him off guard and causing him to grunt, almost losing his balance.

          Mick stood silently, his expression neutral - though his eyes spoke volumes, showing the mixture of pain and regret and anger toward himself and his choices. The one thing he had swore never to do had happened; he had abandoned his child, just as he had promised not to do when she was born.

           He hadn’t made promises ever again after that.

           Another punch landed. There would be bruises in the morning - he deserved much worse than that. He looked at Jenny, quietly taking in her face and her eyes and the way she carried herself. She had grown up well. He only wished he hadn’t missed it all.

           “I know.” His voice was soft; speaking words he wasn’t sure how to construct. “We wanted to, but we screwed up. We couldn’t. Worst thing we - I - ever did was to leave you. Sorry doesn’t cut it, I know that, but… I am sorry. Can keep hitting me if it’ll help.”

          They had never had a normal life, pulling cons and traveling across the country. Sarah had worn more names than she could count. Even her current moniker wasn’t the one she was born with - it was a slight spelling change of her mother’s name. The mother that she thought had been in prison this entire time, but...well, Sarah didn’t even know where they had been. Everywhere, no where. Across time and space.

                                                   Just not with her.

          She was a grown woman. A trained spy, an expert in ranged and hand to hand combat, multilingual...and everything of note that she had done in her life had been after her parents had left. She hadn’t needed them. She had survived on her own, like everyone did in her profession.

          But when her father apologized - some of the pain Sarah had felt for years echoed in his words - and offered himself up as human punching bag...the blonde couldn’t hold back.

          Stepping closer, she moved until her forehead could rest against her father’s shoulder, the last of the fire within her snuffed out by her grief. It was a long moment before she could speak and when she did, her voice barely rose above a whisper.

send me a εїз and i’ll make a starter with a line from the last song the mun has listened to.

         They had screwed up, big time. He knew that all too well. And he had no excuses. Jenny’s - though it was Sarah now, wasn’t it? - fiery anger was justified. Mick wished he could - quite literally - turn back time and make things right. Though with how unstable the timelines were, he would be more likely to blink Jenny out of existence.

           “Then don’t talk about it.” He watched her back as she viciously attacked the punching bag, sensing her emotions in every solid blow from her fists. 

            He moved then, ducking around her to get in her way. “Look. I get it. You’re pissed. You got every right to be. You don’t gotta talk either. But it’s me - us - you’re angry at, not the punching bag.”

            Maybe it was stupid. But it was one of the few ways he knew how to solve issues like this. When he and Leonard were at odds, a fight was how they fixed it. Maybe that wouldn’t work now; Jenny wasn’t Leonard. But maybe it’d help a little bit, offering the option.

          For a moment, Sarah’s fist met with nylon covered weights, not nearly as resistant to her blows as it normally was, given the intensity of her hits. But then there was something solid, warm and decidedly human standing in her way, her fist pulled back to land another blow but frozen in midair. 

          He...he wanted her to hit him? Figures. They were never conventional parents. And apparently they were also crime fighters from the future, who abandoned their daughter.

          She hesitates for only a moment or two - really, aside from the abandonment, he had been a good father to her...but the abandonment had left scars inside her that couldn’t be treated the way physical scars could. And then, with a noise of frustration, she let her fist sail forward to land a solid blow against his chest.

          “Oh, I am BEYOND pissed!” Sarah cried out, landing another blow for good measure. “Do you know how long I spent worrying about you? Where Mom was taken to a separate women’s prison? If you and Dad would ever see each other again? If you’d be able to get a hold of me when you got out?”

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          “Birdy, huh? You mean Mom?”

          It was bitterly spoken, not even bothering to turn around or stop her attack on the punching bag. She didn’t wanna speak to him. Or her other father or her mother for that matter. This...This was insane. They couldn’t be here...not like this...

❝ Courtesy of Yuri, the Bear. ❞ ❝ How did you even find time to steal this ? ❞ ❝ There’s always time to steal. ❞

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