Jar of Happiness (RvB: Butch Flowers/Florida x Reader)
You were a recovery agent with the title of “Recovery Three.” You were given this position just a few years ago. Your task was simple; recover any lost or stolen equipment that belonged to Project Freelancer and made sure the equipment was taken back to command intact.
You had travelled great distances towards a given waypoint for your next objective. You stopped at a hilltop to take a break. Reaching for a little knapsack you carried around, you grabbed a jar and opened it. Since the day you receive this peculiar jar, you would open it on your extremely stressful days or times you felt down.
It was just a week ago since the fall of the Mother of Invention. Besides the loss of a few valuable Freelancer agents, things were in turmoil. Your fellow crewmates and Freelancer teammates grew wary and disoriented that things were starting to fall apart. Tonight, you were in your room. You offered to help out some people like 479er get things organized, cause why not? It was in your caring nature to do so and there weren’t any assigned tasks given to the Freelancers that remained.
You went through various lists and checked off various items that were in stock. As you plowed through the lists, a sudden knock at your door interrupted your thoughts. Lazily, you dragged yourself off the chair and glanced at your clock; 02:35. While crossing the room to the door, you rubbed your eyes and assumed it was 479er coming by to check up on your progress.
“I-I’m almost done, just give me 20 more minutes.” You stated in yawning manner as you opened the door. Instead of finding the pilot before you, there was a fellow Freelancer agent towering over you.
“What was this about giving you 20 more minutes?” The Freelancer tilted his head in a questioning manner. “Nothing, I thought you were 479er. I was just helping her out with inventory.”
The Freelancer chuckled, “Helpful as always aren’t you?” You shrugged. “What are you doing here this late night and why are you in armor?”
“Now I know you have many questions for me this late at night, but I can tell you this. There is absolutely nothing more important to me, than checking up on the well-being of my own significant other at such an hour. Or my name isn’t Butch Flowers, formerly known as Agent Florida.” His hands that were once hidden behind his back, was now before you holding a bouquet of (your favorite flowers) in one hand and a jar in the other.
To your surprise, you gingerly took the bouquet from his hands. Affection gleamed in your eyes but it changed to a concerning gaze once you’ve realized what he said. “What do you mean by ‘formerly’ Agent Florida?” The agent took a deep breath and sighed. “I’ve taken on a mission to protect the Alpha…”
You knew that the Alpha was one of the few important assets to Project Freelancer, you’ve heard little gossip about the AI from North (well what he knew), right before their little rebellion with Tex. You wanted to help out, but North insisted it was something you didn’t want to get involved with directly. At the very least you were thankful for that heads up he gave you that day.
“So what? You’re still going to be a part of Project Freelancer regardless, you’re just the Alpha’s bodyguard from now on.” Florida chuckled and shook his head at your naïve little statement.
“You’re right…but if things weren’t so difficult then I wouldn’t be here in front of you this late at night, (S/N).” He begins to close the space between the two of you. “The Alpha and I will be relocated to a secluded box canyon. We won’t be around and we won’t be coming back. For the sake of keeping the Alpha out of the wrong hands like our good ol’ friend Maine for example. The Director and Counselor will be wiping out any proof of me existing in Project Freelancer…”
You didn’t want to believe any of the things he was saying. “I’ll be Captain Butch Flowers…though I prefer ‘Cappy’ instead.” Things were already falling apart in Project Freelancer but just hearing this just made your whole world shatter. The man you love won’t be around anymore. He’s the only thing that’s keeping you from breaking like everyone else who’s starting to feel the pressure.
Florida saw the expression on your face. “Oh c’mon (S/N), don’t be like that.” He gingerly held out the jar for you to take. “Everyone will forget about me in time. But I know you won’t, so you have to remember me for the others. You have to keep smiling for me as well.”
As you carefully take the item into your hands, he removes his helmet. “Don’t open that jar until after I leave.” He gazes at you for the last time before pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. “What’s the jar for?” You whispered as you gazed at him. “My way in keeping you happy from afar.” He backed away putting his helmet back on and walked away. You always knew he took his job seriously even if he seems happy all the time. But you on the other hand, was clearly not taking this situation all that well.
Placing the items on the floor, you ran up to him and hugged him from behind. “I’ll remember you Butch Flowers and I will find you one day, or my name isn’t (Y/N).” The Freelancer grinned under his helmet. “Good night and sweet dreams (S/N).”
You read the little note taped to the underside of the lid, it was a little memo to you.
This is your “Jar of Happiness.” As you can obviously see, there are little slips of papers. Each paper holds a little message from me to you. Only open it when you feel like you somehow need a piece of me there besides you. Think of it as the bouquet of flowers I used to give you every so often. Enjoy it, keep smiling, and always remember me dear.” ~Butch Flowers
You stuck your hand into the nearly empty jar. You picked your prize like a claw machine and opened the slip of paper gingerly.
“I swear one day we will cross paths. I know it.”
You smiled to yourself and tucked the note away holding onto that little glimpse of hope. You started up the Mongoose and drove down the path towards the canyon. That note made you feel as if he was somehow there, like you felt him nearby. What you didn’t know is that you’ll be driving into the occupants of this particular canyon.
Welp this is my first fanfic. Hope it wasn’t that bad…
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