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NS: Please Stop Looking at Me by Blonde-Hurricane96

Vulnerability is a strange and beautiful thing. You drew yourself as a mermaid- a rare and mythical creature that is supposed to be the...


To all those affected by the tragic Conn. shooting- will be praying for all of you
Sat Dec 15, 2012, 4:27 AM



Seeing Red

Happy liked black, whether it was her black shirts, her black leather jackets, her black boots, her black welding helmet, or the motorcycle she'd been rebuilding. She found comfort in the color. That wasn't to say she didn't have other colors in her wardrobe. She had white tank-tops, usually to go under her wide range of plaid flannel shirts. She liked clothes that were comfortable, that could get dirty but were easily washed. She preferred simple, rugged things, but that were also well-made.

She didn't want to buy something only to have it break after a few uses. Like tools. There were few things she hated more than a tool breaking, because a tool was designed and built to work. So for one to fail, it understandably made her angry. It was one of the instances that made her see red.

She also saw red whenever anyone insulted her friends who had become her family. She saw red whenever anyone pushed her around, or worse, flirted with her. She was cute, she got that, but that shouldn't have anything to do with her work. She was a damn fine professional, and anyone who thought that her gender would hinder her performance had another thing coming.

“You have Anger Dissidence Syndrome,” Toby stated when he came over to her workshop that morning.

“So what if I do?” Happy challenged as she gripped her hammer a little tighter.  

“Here, this may help,” Toby offered as he set a red book on her work table before he walked away.

Happy glared at his back and then continued to work on her project.

But an hour later, when she had 'cooled off', she wiped her hands and looked curiously at the book. She picked it up and looked around, when she sensed she was alone, she started to read.

A few hours later, Walter walked in with a burrito and something to drink, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw her sitting at her work table, obviously deeply engrossed in a book. He watched her for a moment before tentatively walking forward and gently setting the food down next to her. He managed to take a peek at what she was reading, and then he retreated to go do a quick search on the bits of text he had been able to see.

Once he found it, he leaned back in his chair and peered at those around him. Sylvester was still working on an algorithm and probably hadn't moved all day except to drink some water every now and then. He looked over at Toby who conveniently and 'casually' avoided his gaze. Bingo.

Walter smirked and strode over to Toby, looking at him expectantly. It wasn't until Walter cleared his throat that Toby finally looked up.

“What?” Toby asked.

“I saw something interesting when I walked into Happy's workshop,” Walter baited, trying to suppress his grin when Toby's pupils dilated just a tiny bit. “Happy appeared pretty captivated by a book she was reading. It had a red cover, and it’s about anger and finding personal peace. It's not something Paige or Sylvester would get for her, because Paige isn't that comfortable with Happy yet to make that kind of suggestion, and Sylvester is... well, Sylvester. So that just leaves you.”

“Look, I've said time and time again that Happy has hostility and anger issues, and while I personally don't have a problem with them because they have helped to insure her survival, she and the team would be better off if Happy could put a handle on it now and then. Bad things happen when she sees red. You know it, I know it, and most importantly, she knows it,” Toby explained.

Walter nodded, able to see Toby's reasoning. “Okay, just give me a heads up next time you play therapist,” Walter warned as he walked away.

But before he could make it back to his desk, Paige came in late from lunch wearing a completely different outfit than she had been earlier.

“What happened to you?” Walter asked as he took in her new attire.

“Ugh, I spilled a chocolate milkshake on myself in the car, so I just went home and changed. Sorry I'm getting back late,” she answered apologetically.

“No need to apologize; accidents happen,” Walter tried to reply, but it was difficult since his mouth had suddenly gone dry.

Paige smiled sweetly back before going over to the kitchen area to make a fresh pot of coffee. Walter's gaze followed her every step. He didn't know if it was the tight, red skinny jeans, the matching red lipstick, the flowy blouse, or just the whole ensemble, but somehow his eyes weren’t able to tear themselves away on their own accord. A beeping from his phone was what finally snapped him out of his reverie.

It was a text from Toby, who was only 10 feet away and at this point almost in tears from trying to hold in his laughter.

The text read - “Looks like Happy isn't the only one 'seeing red'.”

Walter gave him an unimpressed look so as to disguise his embarrassment at being caught. But Toby saw through it and grinned victoriously before putting on Scorpions “Here I am” and letting it blare through the room.
Seeing Red
Many thanks to Alaburn for betaing this for me, you're a rock star and thank you for reading. :)
Walter hated many places, the hospital being near the top of the list. He hated the smell, he hated the lights, he hated the 'soothing' colors on the walls. But most of all, he hated the reason why he was there.

Paige had been driving back to base after dropping Ralph off at school when she was hit by a drunk driver. Quinn had told him that the car Paige had gotten had great crash test ratings, that Paige was probably ok but he found himself sitting in the waiting room, looking at the clock, running trigonometry algorithms off the clock on the wall to keep him from pacing or better yet, yelling at the nurses to let him back into the ER. His hands were beginning to shake despite him keeping them in clenched fists, if he bounces his leg any harder it'll bounce off. He could feel the adrenalin in his blood stream like acid eating away at him, he could feel the anxiety build in his chest like cancer. He could feel the dread settle into the pit of his stomach like lead.

Just before he looses his nerve a nurse comes and calls him back. He walks briskly back to the room to see Paige sitting up in bed, patiently waiting to see him.
“Are you hurt?” Walter demands as he stands at the foot of the bed, his hands in his pockets.
“I'm gonna be fine,” Paige slowly assures him already sensing Walter's discomfort and anxiety.
“What happened?” Walter asks, trying to keep his voice even.
“I was going through an intersection, a guy ran the red light and hit the back corner and spun me, I'm a little banged up from the impact but I'm fine, I didn't break anything, I'm not bleeding, I'm just going to be sore for a few days.” Paige explained.
Walter nodded, some of his anxiety beginning  to melt with Paige's gentle yet encouraging smile, despite being in pain. Paige gestures for Walter to come closer so she can hold his hand.
“I'm going to be just fine.” Paige repeats, squeezing his hand. “They're going to release me any minute.”
Walter takes a deep breath and squeezes her hand back.
The next day Walter watches Paige closely and notices that she's taken more than her 'recommended' dosage of pain killer and continues to massage her left shoulder. He can tell by the way she stands that her back is out of alignment, pinching a nerve. He starts looking up chiropractors and medical massage therapists and a few moments later he gives Paige a piece of paper with names, addresses and times written down for her appointments.
“What's this?” Paige asks as she looks it over.
“Your appointments with a chiropractor and a medical massage therapist. You've been favoring that shoulder and at the angle you've held and massaged your neck at most of the morning would be evidence that several of your cervical vertebrae and thoracic vertebrae are out of place, pinching your lateral cord, medial cord and probably several thoracic intercostal nerves as well, causing you pain and discomfort which would be why you've taken one and a half dosages of your hydrocodone 67 and a half minutes earlier than recommended.” Walter explains.
Paige narrows her eyes slightly at Walter and while normally she would be put off by someone watching her that closely, she knows Walter means well.
“Ok,” Paige agrees with small nod as she notes that she would have to leave right then to make these appointments on time and goes to get her purse and drive her rental to these addresses.
“You're not driving,” Walter argues and pulls her keys from her hand.
“Excuse me? I'm perfectly capable of driving, I'm an adult, I can take myself to my own appointments.” Paige counters as she tries to grab the keys back but Walter holds them just out of her reach.
“Your body's saturation of the hydrocodone hasn't peaked yet and they put those warnings to not operate heavy machinery while taking this drug for a reason, just let me drive, you can't get in another accident.” Walter points out as he heads out.
Paige tries and fails to withhold an aggravated groan as she follows him and rides in the passenger seat as Walter dutifully drives her to the appointments he set up for her and three hours later they come back to base and Paige feels better than she's willing to admit and that what Walter did for her was exactly what she needed.
And when they are alone for a minute, she stands up on her tip toes and kisses his cheek with a simple, whispered 'thanks'.
Walter blushes and ducks his head and mumbles a 'you're welcome.'
Ok, so I have become COMPLETELY OBSESSED with the new show Scorpion and it has led me TO FLUFFY FLUFFINESS. 
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(Contains: sexual themes)

This wasn't right, he shouldn't feel this way, especially about her, about Pema, right now.

Lin was a force to be reckoned with. She was fierce and fiery and unyielding. She never compromised and was exacting. He wouldn't have her any other way. Because by the Spirits, he felt like she completed him. That they would be together forever, they would have a family, and, hopefully, at least one of their children would be an airbender. The pressure placed on him being only one of two airbenders on the planet was getting to be a heavy burden. One, however, that he seemed to bear alone. The more he tried to bring it up to Lin, the more they seemed to fight and bicker.

He used his airbending to circulate the warmth of their breaths around her body, letting some areas get cool while others remained comfortably warm. Just hot enough that a thin shimmer of sweat would form on her skin. He began kissing a trail from her neck, to her shoulder, to her chest, pausing to lavish attention on those heaving breasts of hers. One hand controlled the air current and the other had delved into her depths, making her writhe beneath him. He smirked at his effect on her as his mouth ventured lower, kissing her abdomen and occasionally scratching the beginnings of his beard on her lower belly. He looked up at her face when she began to squeal and continued to watch her expressions as the noise changed into a huff of mock irritation. The pleasured smile across her features prompted his own.

“You. Are. Sexy.” Tenzin murmured against her skin as his fingers curled to find that one spot that made her toes curl in turn.

“So are you,” she replied huskily, trying to control her breathing as her hands fisted the living daylights out of the sheets. Her head pushed back into the pillow as Tenzin sent bolts of pleasure through her.

“Just imagine, you glowing, our baby growing in this magnificent...” Tenzin began as he started to trail his tongue from her navel down to the edge of her womanhood.

But before he could even get to the good part, Lin's mood suddenly changed. At first she felt defeated, but then she just felt angry. She metalbent the cables from her cop uniform that had been carelessly and hastily taken off and thrown to the floor, and used them to secure Tenzin's wrists to the bed frame at the foot of the bed. .

“Oh, I didn't realize we were playing good cop, bad cop,” Tenzin murmured as he rearranged his legs and opened them wide for easier access to her.

“Can it,” Lin spat as she threw the pillow at his groin, causing him to jump and yelp unceremoniously.

“What the...” Tenzin muttered, completely oblivious as to why her mood would suddenly sour.

“How many times are we going to have this conversation? I don't want kids. I have no desire to be a mother. I am THIS CLOSE to becoming Police Chief. I have a city to protect and I can't do that with a baby on each hip,” she snarled.

“But your mother did,” he argued back.

“I AM NOT MY MOTHER! I have no motherly instincts. You’ve seen me with children; they always cry. I can't stand crying. I am not cut out to wipe up drool and change diapers. And if you are so stuck on having children, perhaps you should do it with someone else, because I'm not interested,” Lin stated resolutely as she took the sheet and covered herself to make sure Tenzin would keep eye contact.

“But you'll see, it's not that bad. It’s very rewarding, and it’s what you were meant to be,” Tenzin tried to soothe.

“WHAT I WAS MEANT TO BE?! ARE YOU MY FORTUNE TELLER NOW?! How could you say that to me?! It's like you don't even know me!” she bellowed, becoming more enraged by the second.  

“That's not true. I know you better than you know yourself. I love you,” Tenzin replied as calmly as he could.

“CLEARLY YOU DON'T, OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN'T KEEP BRINGING THIS UP! THIS IS THE LAST TIME WE WILL EVER TALK ABOUT THIS!” Lin roared as she got up and hastily put her clothes back on, ignoring her mused hair. She didn’t bother unbending Tenzin from his bonded position until she was almost out of the room, forcing herself to shut out all of his pleas.

That was two weeks ago, almost three. They hadn't spoken since then, and for all he knew they were broken up. Again. And with Pema's admittance of her feelings for him only the day before, to say he was feeling “confused” was a gross understatement.
He liked Pema, he really did. She was sweet and kind and beautiful, but he didn't know if he would feel that same fire he felt with Lin. Pema did have a quality; something he had great difficulty in really describing that drew him to her. He always enjoyed her company and had really started to miss her when she wasn't around. And last night he couldn't get her face or her voice out of his head. Even now he had a hard time getting her out of his mind. Perhaps the term “like” wasn't the correct term, because it was starting to feel like more than that.

Perhaps Lin and himself weren't meant to be? And if he stepped back and honestly looked at his current situation, wouldn't he realize that his relationship with Lin was toxic? That really, Pema would be the most ideal in every aspect that really mattered to him?

But could he love her, not the same way he loved Lin, but perhaps something comparable? Just as much? Just as deep? Just as all consuming?

He didn't know yet, but a large part of him wanted to find out.
So great thanks to Alaburn for betaing, you're a rock star. And special thanks to dupreerose for doing everything in her power to persuade me to come to ship Linzin, even though I'm  a Pemzin shipper to the end. But I do recognize young Linzen as a canon ship so...yeah...and then this happened. Thank you so much for reading. 
Coney Island

This wasn't the first family vacation Jinora had spent with her nose in a book. Even at the beach, just off the board walk, with the waves crashing onto the shore, the drone of everyone else around her, and the occasional chorus of screams from the amusement park rides, she had learned to ignore all of it and focus on the latest book she had downloaded onto her tablet. It was a tragic love story full of cliché and heartache; things she hadn't quite had a chance to experience in her own life yet, but she loved it all the same.

She was just beginning to feel herself transcend and completely immerse into the story, her mind's eye seeing the rolling hills; scarred, bloodied, and still burning as the heroine was galloping on her horse. Her burnt and beaten armor gave off shimmers in the sunlight, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she raced to find her star-crossed lover on the battlefield before he would inevitably die in her arms.

“How can you read that with a straight face?” came a voice that completely jolted her out of her imagined fantasy and back into the present.

A tall, tanned, and toned boy stood over her with a lopsided grin and a curious look in his eyes. Jinora's usually quick-witted and brilliant mind decided to go blank for a moment, and she simply craned her head up and looked at him over her sunglasses, blinking in a gaping stare.

“I mean, wouldn't they have fought side by side on a battlefield rather than across it?” he continued, fishing for an answer.

Finally snapping out of her stupor, Jinora replied sharply, “First of all, it's considered rude to read over someone's shoulder. And secondly, you would have to read the whole story to understand. She was an archer, he was infantry, and they have different positions on the battlefield.” As she spoke, her peripheral vision alerted her that he was wet and shirtless, and she found it difficult to keep her eyes on his face instead of letting them travel downward.

“Makes sense I guess.” He shrugged as he picked up his towel that had been laying out next to her.

He used the towel to dry off his high fade/pompadour hair before toweling the rest of himself off. Jinora tried her best not to stare, she really did. His dark green board shorts were a nice contrast to his darker skin tone. She wondered if her sunglasses were dark enough that he couldn't see her obvious appraisal of his body, but the smug grin he shot at her told her otherwise.

'Dammit,' Jinora thought to herself while she felt her cheeks heat up. She quickly lowered her gaze back to the tablet to cover her blushing face.

“So what's your name?” he asked suddenly.

“Jinora,” she answered tentatively, slowly raising her eyes back up to him. “What’s yours?”

“I’m Kai,” he said, flashing her a bright smile as he threw the towel over his shoulder. “Do you play volleyball?”

Jinora set down her tablet and looked over to where he gestured to what she assumed were his friends playing around a net constructed in the sand. She hesitated. It had been a while since she had played anything with anyone except her siblings, but the pull of the charming boy in front of her and the tingling excitement he made her feel was a temptation she couldn’t resist. And suddenly the usually very calculated and careful Jinora felt the irresistible urge to do something spontaneous.

“Sure,” Jinora answered as she slipped her tablet into her bag and pulled out her cell phone, getting up and sliding it into the back pocket of her high-waisted shorts. Her yellow, polka-dot blouse fluttered in the sea breeze as she stepped to his side.

“Awesome,” Kai beamed before pulling on a loose tank top and gesturing for her to follow him.

They weaved through the other people laying out in the sun to get to the sand volleyball courts. Jinora was hesitant to actually step onto the court, but one heartening smile from Kai gave her all the courage she needed. They set up teams, with Kai making sure Jinora was placed next to him, and it wasn’t long before they were deeply immersed in a fast-paced game.

Jinora was neither tall nor short and a bit on the petite side, and she surprised them all with the amount of agility she possessed. The look on Kai’s face certainly told her that he never would have imagined she could jump that high. While there wasn’t much power behind her serves, she was startlingly quick on her feet and had the other team panting to keep up with her. When she was in the front row she managed to block several attempts to score from the other team, and even set up many instances for Kai to deliver a powerful spike. The dynamic they created together made them an unstoppable force, and the other team simply couldn’t coordinate a counterattack and ended up losing the game.

“You’re amazing,” Kai announced, beaming at her while they both caught their breath.

Jinora smiled coyly, blushing from the praise. “You’re pretty great too,” she said, somehow unable to look away from him.

Kai’s smile deepened and he rubbed the back of his head as they both broke off into nervous laughter.

A few more games were played after that, with more and more players added to the other side each time in an attempt to gang up on Kai and Jinora. Jinora watched a few times as money was passed between Kai and his friends during breaks to make it “more interesting”, and she couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable. Her father was strictly adamant against gambling of any kind, but she shrugged it off; it seemed harmless.

After several raucous matches, everyone was ready to call it a day, and Kai and Jinora split off from his friends. “Come on, let's hit the boardwalk,” he suggested with a crooked grin. “We gotta spend our winnings.”

Jinora looked over to where her family was on the beach, still on the shore, and she sent a short text to both of her parents to let them know where she was going so they wouldn’t worry.

“So do we want hot dogs, pizza, tacos...?” Kai listed off as he gestured to the different store fronts.

Jinora looked at her options, trying to decide which one would have better vegetarian options. “Um, I think I'll just stick to french fries.”

“Is your stomach not feeling well?” Kai inquired.

“My stomach's fine. I'm just a vegetarian,” she explained with a shrug.

After getting their food, they walked further along the boardwalk and were eventually drawn to the bumper cars. Jinora took out her wallet to pay for herself but Kai stopped her, insisting he would pay for it. Then she picked a car and slid into it, letting out a bracing sigh as she strapped herself in.

“Something wrong?” Kai asked from the car next to her.

“Nothing,” she waved him off. “I just remembered how rough bumper cars can be.”

Kai looked a little worried. “We could go do something else if you want…”

“No, I’ll be fine. Besides, your friends look like they’re really looking forward to the chance to get revenge,” she said, nodding over to where some of the boys from earlier were getting into their own cars. “Just promise you won't hit me,” she added half-jokingly.

Kai followed her gaze to where the three imposing looking guys were leering at them with challenge in their eyes, albeit good naturedly. “Tell you what, you run offense, I'll run defense,” he proposed, turning back to face her.

The idea of working as a team with him again had Jinora’s heart leaping in her chest, and the brightest smile spread across her lips. As she smiled, Kai seemed to become transfixed by her face, his eyes softening suddenly. Their eyes didn’t break away from each other until the loud buzzer sounded, jolting them into action.

“Let’s kick their asses,” he told her with a wink before they took off.

Kai kept his word and did his best to protect her from the other cars, taking several hard hits himself. But then Jinora always got back whoever had gone after him. A few minutes later, just as the time was about to end, one dude came out of nowhere, gunning it for Kai. But he was too focused on fending off the other cars to notice that he was about to be hit and pinned to the wall. Jinora made a snap decision and circled around to T the offender’s car, getting the brunt of the forceful impact but saving Kai, which he had turned his head just in time to see the self-sacrificing move.

“Thanks for that,” Kai said gratefully as the cars stopped and they got out.

“You’ve been doing the same for me the whole time; I figured I would return the favor at least once,” Jinora remarked as she nudged his shoulder with hers, their fingers slightly brushing together.

It was so much fun. Being with Kai was so much fun. He was funny and charming, and he had an ease about him that made her feel comfortable around him. She could hardly believe that a quiet day of reading at the beach had turned into this. She was walking on air. Then she looked up as they made their way through the cars, and what she saw yanked her quickly back to earth. Her mom and her little brother were standing outside of the gate, waiting for her. Pema had an unreadable expression on her face, and Jinora didn't know if she was in trouble or not.

“Hi, Mom,” Jinora greeted as she meekly walked up to her mother. Kai regrouped with his friends only a few feet away.

“Make some new friends?” Pema inquired.

“Yeah,” Jinora answered as she turned slightly to point them out. She listed off their names for her mom, being careful not to let her voice give anything way when she said Kai’s name.

Then she waited to hear the speech she knew was bound to happen, which if her dad was there, would already be half way through giving. The one that usually went “you know better than to hang out with strangers” and “they could be dangerous”, but instead her mother simply asked a few questions.

“So are you having fun?” Pema asked, handing Jinora her quilted tote bag and light hoodie.

“Yeah, I'm having the most fun I've had all vacation,” Jinora admitted as she took her bag and slung it over her shoulder

“Do you feel comfortable and safe around all of them?” Pema further prodded.

“I wouldn't still be hanging around them if I didn't.”

“Good. Well we're heading back to the hotel. Be back before 11, you know how your father worries, and keep your phone on and at full volume just to be safe. Call if you need anything,” she said before giving her daughter a hug and some more money.

Jinora could hardly believe it. She knew her parents trusted her and she would never do anything to betray that trust, but this was still a big leap. She walked back to the group and told them she could still hang out, and everyone was pleased. Especially Kai, who slung an arm around her shoulders and lead the way to the amusement park rides. Because of their height difference, it was extremely comfortable for him to rest his arm around her shoulder, and Jinora was happy to have the closeness. Not to mention some of his body heat as the temperature began to drop, but it still wasn't quite cold enough to put her hoodie on yet.

They played some carnival type games and went on a few rides, and as the night progressed and they paid for tickets, Jinora wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her. She could have sworn Kai’s wallet was brown earlier, but then he began using a black one, and the stitching was different. Why was he carrying around multiple wallets? But then she forgot about it as she once again became swept up in the euphoric feeling of being with Kai. They didn’t leave each other’s side once as they went to the different attractions.

On the Ferris wheel, Jinora finally broke down and put her hoodie on as it started to get windy, then she went right back to practically snuggling into Kai's side. He gave her that crooked grin he had whenever he looked at her, and it made Jinora's heart beat faster and kept her cheeks almost constantly blushed. As their compartment rose higher and all the lights and colors stretched out below them, Jinora smiled brightly at Kai, sharing the fun of the moment with him. He chuckled a little, biting his lip as he turned his eyes to the view.

“What?” she asked, feeling a little self-conscious. Did she have something in her teeth?

“I don’t know what it is about you,” he mused out loud. A few more seconds passed before he continued. “You smile like that and… it’s like my heart skips.”

Now it was his turn to blush, and Jinora chuckled as well. “I feel the same way,” she whispered, reaching across his lap to clasp his other and hand with her own.

At a quarter to 11, Kai drove Jinora back to the hotel she was staying at, thanks to a 'borrowed' motorcycle. She held on tight and even rested her head on his shoulder as she soaked up the remaining moments with her new 'friend'. She was beginning to have a new understanding and appreciation for all those love stories, even as tragic and cliché as they were.

The closer they got, the tighter she seemed to hold on, not wanting whatever this was to end just yet. Kai pulled up under the overhang and put his feet down to stabilize the bike, but otherwise didn't move as they both sat in silence for a moment. Neither one not wanted to say goodbye.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Kai murmured over his shoulder, finally breaking the stillness of the moment.

“Yeah?” she responded quietly.

“When are you leaving?” he asked.

“Tomorrow,” Jinora answered regretfully.

“Oh,” he muttered, whatever he had been planning to say dying on his tongue.

“Let's just not say goodbye,” Jinora pleaded as she moved her head forward to see his face better.

“Deal,” Kai agreed, looking back at her.

“Thank you, Kai,” Jinora breathed as she kissed him on the cheek before getting off the motorcycle. “For the best night of my life… so far,” she added with a wistful smile.

He said nothing, but watched as she turned and disappeared through the doors.
Coney Island
This is a modern AU (no bending) Kainora drabble that came to me while listening to Beyonce's XO which was filmed in Coney Island and it just...happened. Thanks to Alaburn for betaining and being an all out rock star. And of course thank you for reading. :)
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Part 2

Twenty four hours later Violet enters Phillips house in Venice, redoning Mirage's disguise.
“So? How did it go?” Mirage inquired as they switched places.
“I got him out then Zone got him from me but he went willingly to them so I trust he's ok.” Violet answered with a shrug, knowing it was completely out of her hands at this point but she felt her conscience was clear for once.
“I'm sure he is.” Mirage assured as she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Violet smiled softly back.
“Do you think Phillip had people watching?” Violet asked, changing the subject.
“Yes, an older Caucasian gentleman, short salt and pepper hair and a slightly younger Indian gentleman. They did try hard to be discrete but you could probably spot them from a mile away.” Mirage reported as she inspected her face in an overly opulent mirror.
“Oh that's Mr. Thomas and Mr. Patel,” Violet clarified as she leaned against the wall where the mirror was hanging.  
“We really should have a spa day Violet,” Mirage noted, changing the subject yet again before gathering her things so she could leave.
“I would love that actually,” Violet replied as she saw her friend off.
“Let's go next week, I will give you a call.” Mirage offered as she left the house.
Violet nodded and waived goodbye to one of her few friends.

Over the next few months, Violet followed the instructions Buddy had written down and noticed that her condition was greatly improving, even if she would loose her powers for days at a time.
But before she could take her last two doses a package arrived, containing two prefilled tubes with an iridescent light blue liquid inside them along with a small electronic pad and a small butterfly pendant necklace. Violet smiled deviously as she put on the necklace before she pressed the on button on the pad before a light emitted and scanned her face before scanning the room to make sure she was alone and there were no other listening devices or cameras.
Violet's heart started to race as she remembered when her dad had told her about a similar device he had been sent a decade earlier but an excited smile bloomed on her face as a recorded message appeared from Buddy himself.
“Hello Violet,” Buddy greeted with a smile. “As you can see I found another cure. This one you can drink and it shouldn't upset your stomach. It's blue raspberry flavored.” Buddy explained, wiggling his eyebrows comically at the flavor. Violet giggled at his antics as she held the tablet a little closer.
“So what you have to do is drink one now and the second in exactly 24 hours.” Buddy instructed carefully. “Anyway, I thought you would like to know I'm doing well. Zone and SEB Industries are now in negotiation over my contract and amends are being made. You will probably see these results in the news.” Buddy informed as Violet nodded. “Unfortunately there's still some red tape and procedures that need to be followed. But it should be resolved by the time your contract is up so that's the silver lining.” Buddy offered with a hopeful smile.
Violet traced the outlines of his face on the screen affectionately as she listened. Violet had been exchanging phone calls with him between her burn phones and his burn phones to keep tracking them impossible. Buddy had even sent her phones with his phone number automatically on speed dial that once the call ended would internally corrupt so that you couldn't retrieve anything even if you tried. Their relationship had progressed to the point that they considered each other to be their best friends and so much more. Violet blushed as she remembered some of the steamier conversations they shared, often ending in blissful cries that turned into satisfied sighs. Violet found herself unimaginably happy, just hearing his voice and seeing his expressive face made her face bloom into a smile and her heart skip a beat.
“ in theory this should all work out rather well.” Buddy finished before he paused and seemed to gather his thoughts. “Your next phone should arrive soon my love, until then be safe, be patient, stay hidden.” Buddy signed off with the most adorably obnoxious kissy face Violet had ever seen.
“Tablet will self destruct in 10...9...” an autonomous voice began to count down.
“Oh shit,” Violet said as she quickly let it go before forming a strong forcefield around it before it blew up and she was left with levitating ashes which she promptly took the bathroom and flushed.
“He timed that...” Violet realized as an afterthought before going back and drinking the solution as she set the timer in her phone. She still shivered and grimaced because the solution was unbelievably sweet, like blue raspberry bubble gum but extremely concentrated.
Violet froze however when she felt a familiar sensation that she had when she used to take Phillip's medicine. Her pupils dilated as her irises began to glow iridescent violet but instead of feeling aroused, she simply felt invigorated and empowered, like she had drank an entire case of red bull.
“What the hell?” Violet said as she took a deep breath feeling her heart start to calm down and her eyes start to return to normal before her vision started to change. She blinked a few times before realizing she was seeing a broader spectrum of light. She turned to look at a painting on the wall and concentrated before her eyes seemed to zoom in on what she was looking at, like her eyes were now microscopes, she noticed the trail of every fiber in the brush that had been used as it had spread the paint on the canvas.
“Wow,” Violet breathed as she blinked and looked around the house as if seeing everything for the first time, trying out her new range and skill and noticing nuances in everything.
Not even an hour later though, Phillip came bursting through the door, frantically calling for Violet.
“I'm here,” Violet called out before taking the vial and putting it safely in a secret compartment of her purse that was sitting on the kitchen counter before Phillip followed the sound of her voice.
“We have to go,” Phillip ordered, gesturing to Violet.
“Okay....” Violet answered slowly as she slung her purse over her shoulder then walked to the hallway closet where her go bag had been waiting. She honestly had been expecting this for months and she started to worry what had taken so long. Phillip was with his beefed up entourage again so this couldn't be good. They escorted her to a boat and took off out of the city.
“What's going on?” Violet whispered to Phillip as she scooted closer to him, absent mindedly fiddling with the pendant.
“Mr. Pine escaped.” Phillip whispered back.
Violet faked her fearful reaction, making her eyes widen in surprise. “How? When?” Violet demanded, making sure to put fear into her inflection.
Phillip looked at her, his facial features carefully neutral which sent red flags to Violet.
“Phillip, when did Mr. Pine escape? Was it hours ago? Days ago?” Violet prodded.
“Months ago.”
“Months?! And you are just now coming to get me?!” Violet feigned fearful rage and panic.
Phillip coddled her and wrapped an arm around her before Violet felt the slightest of pin pricks on her arm where Phillip's hand was and before she could react, the edges in her field of vision began to grow fuzzy and gray, her hand immediately squeezing the pendant and faintly feeling the main stone give way as if pressing a button before she passed out.
Violet woke up chained to the wall with her hands and feet uncased in iron shackles.
“What the fuck?!” Violet screamed. She strained against her restraints and even tried to use her powers but her powers had been stripped away from her and she felt incredibly weak and fatigued. She tried everything she could think of to get out but it was no use, as a last resort she tried screaming at the top of her lungs only to be met with a dark chuckle.
Her blood froze in her veins as she recognized that chuckle. Phillip walked purposefully into the harsh light that filled up her half of the room.
“Phillip I swear to god, if this is one of your sick twisted sexual fantasies....” Violet began before Phillip pulled out a remote from his pocket and pushed a button causing high voltage currents to course into her body for a few seconds.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Violet demanded, tears running down her cheeks at the sudden pain her entire body was feeling.
“Didn't want to give you a chance to disappear.” Phillip accused.
“What is going on?!” Violet demanded
“I should be asking you the same thing,” Phillip leveled, his thumb circling the button on the control.
“Excuse me?!” Violet retorted angrily before Phillip pressed the button down, she screamed again as she struggled against her restraints before passing out again.
Phillip simply stood and watched, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. She was going to pay for betraying him. Phillip woke her up with a slap to the face. Violet jerked awake as she became aware that one side of her face was stinging. She opened her eyes and she focused on Phillip, the only one in the room.
“Are you awake now sweetheart?” Phillip sarcastically sneered.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Violet growled.
“Tying up loose ends. It seems you've been betraying me my dear,” Phillip taunted.
“How?!” Violet demanded. “You've sent me to Venice knowing I barely speak the language, you lock me up in your house and you had Patel and Thomas watching and following my every move for months. Tell me, what 'evidence' do you have that I've been betraying you?”
“You've been receiving deliveries that can't be tracked, using phones and making phone calls that can't be traced, I know espionage when I see it,” Phillip accused.
Violet's mind raced as it tried to come up with a cover without revealing anything. “Did you ever think to ask me? Perhaps I have a secret boyfriend who does dangerous work just like I do and we wanted to keep our relationship private, away from our employers or anyone else? Do you have any recordings of my conversations? If you did then you would know I wasn't trading secrets or anything stupid like that!” Violet defended.
“Who is your secret boyfriend then?” Phillip demanded.
“There is no way in hell I'm telling you. After all of this?” Violet asked as she gestured to her current position. “You're lucky if I don't escape and kill you myself.” Violet spat. Phillip growled before punching her in her face then taking a chain and whipped her with it.
“And if you managed to kill me, how would you get your paychecks?” Phillip skeptically.
“If you think I need any more of your money, you're wrong. I have means of taking care of myself without help from anyone.” Violet maintained. “You can press that button all you want, fry me to crisp and I still won't talk, you know I won't.”
Phillips face twisted into rage as he pressed the button again, this time holding it down for a whole minute until he could smell her hair burning. She had passed out again but he continued to electrocute her to watch her body writhe.
A loud knock on the heavy metal door to the holding cell interrupted Phillip from doing anything else.
“Sir, we have a problem.” One of the crewmen informed him.
“What is it?”
“Sir, you should come with me.” The crewmen advised. Phillip cursed under his breath before turning off the lights and leaving the room and locking the door behind him.
The next thing Violet knew was she was being woken up by the sound of explosions, the room she was in rocked and made her sick. She vomited just as the door was blasted off it's hinges and she was blinded by the bright flashlights at the end of their machine guns.
“Ms. Parr?” One of them asked.
“Yes?” Violet answered shakily.
“We found her sir.” One of them announced into a radio as they worked to set her free. Then she was being wrapped in a blanket and carried and being told that she was going to be ok. She passed out again and woke up in what she could assume was a hospital bed with Buddy holding her hand and sleeping  in a chair with his head next to her lap.
“Buddy?” Violet croaked.
“Vi!” Buddy blurted out as he woke up with a start before looking at her and sagging in relief. “You're ok!” Buddy cheered as he stood up and hugged her, as soundly yet gently as he could.
“What happened?” Violet asked as she tried to sit up but Buddy gently guided her to lay down again.
“Phillip tried to kill you but we got him baby. He's dead, he won't hurt anyone else again.” Buddy assured her.
“But I wanted to kill him.” Violet argued tiredly.
“Well you can kill his spies and henchmen and help me dismantle his empire.” Buddy offered as a consolation prize.
Violet huffed before trying to run her fingers through her hair, only to find had been cut alarmingly short. “What happened to my hair?” Violet asked as she began looking for her reflection in the shining equipment around her.
“When Phillip was electrocuting you, it fried most of your hair and it broke off. When you get better we can get it cut, it'll look great.” Buddy said with a what he hoped was a reassuring smile while his guilt was starting to eat him alive.
Violet looked at him strangely for a moment. “What's really going on?” Violet asked.
“Vi, I am SO SORRY, I couldn't get to you before he did. I failed you.” Buddy admitted regretfully, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
Violet understood that feeling and knew that no matter what she said, he would never shake that guilt, maybe it would ease over time. So she picked up one of his hands and brought it to her chest so he could feel her heart beat. “Is my heart still beating?” Violet whispered and softly smiled when he nodded. “Then you didn't fail me.” She murmured. “I don't think you ever will.” She added with smile before tugging him forward and kissing him. Happy to feel like she was finally safe and sound.
Why So Jaded CH4 Part 2
And I would like to apologize to everyone who read this, I'm sorry it's taken forever to update. But thank you to all who read and commented. 
This is where the story ends for me, I'm out of gas for it. Sorry. But if anyone wants to continue it, please, go for it. 
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Wow it's been six months since I've had a journal, yikes. 
So I just uploaded the LAST CHAPTER (officially) of We Love The Water, considering Alaburn and I started that story  A YEAR AGO. It's been a long time coming. I'm sad to see it end, it's been a blast but I'm proud of it at the same time. 
So, what's on the horizen for me? 
Well, after I get my health sorted, (cause my MS and Crohn's are back) I do have a few stories I want to work on. I have a Pacific Rim drabble I want to work on, an Inception fic I started a year and a half ago that I really want to finish because I think it's a really interesting twist on it. Um..there's a tahnorra week coming up that I'm seriously considering doing. And I have two more drabbles to add to the wltw verse, Korra picking out her wedding dress and the actual wedding. So I have a few things on my plate. 
So...that's about all that's going on. lol. 




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