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Why didn’t you help save your dad when he was being kidnapped? Where were you?
Fuck you.
It’s like he’s drowning without any water surrounding him.
He knows he’s in the middle of a panic attack. He knows he’s supposed to breath and count and ground himself but he can’t. He fucking can’t. He’s in a storm, being thrown back and forth among the waves of a rowdy sea. He’s repeatedly being punched in the chest. He can’t help that if he just claws his skin off that will fix everything.
He knows mind control. He’s seen it. He hates it. He doesn’t know if this is it, but it feels the same. His dad was talking to him but at the same time he was a million miles away.
His throat is closing up so tightly he could almost think he was having an allergic reaction. If he could even think.
Iris has had to adapt to many things since moving in with Addie and Chance. There’s the massive animals that seem insistent on give him their undivided attention. There’s Chance’s snarky remarks that both make him want to punch the High Chancellor in the face or do...something else. There’s also just the challenges that come with moving in with people, even if one of them is his beautiful best friend and the other is a snarky little shit with a grin that makes Iris’ spooch flip.
He said none of that out loud. Therefore no one can prove it.
Iris is coming back from a training session when he walked into the living quarters. He’d picked up some ice cream and popcorn, hoping to coax his workaholic roommates into taking a break for a movie night. Honestly, he thought his work/life balance needed help, but it didn’t compare to Addie’s many sleepless nights and Chance always being on call. He can’t help the huff that escapes him. He should be working just as hard as them, yet the position he’d been preparing for his whole life has been ripped away from him.
When he comes in, he nearly topples over and drops all the snacks on the floor, startled by the sight he finds. He manages to place the snacks on the nearby dresser before dashing over to a clearly distraught Chance.
“Chance? Can you hear me?” He asks, trying to tame the panic threatening to rise in his voice. “Come on, you gotta breathe. You’ll pass out if you don’t breathe.”
When he doesn’t get any response, he considers calling Addie, but what would that help? Then Addie would just be stressed out trying to ground her boyfriend.
Excuse him, fiance.
It’s still weird to think about...
Iris swallows thickly and takes a deep breath before scooting a little closer. He’s not sure why, but his instinct is to pull Chance into him. To hold him. Protect him. It sounds ridiculous but he can’t help his instincts. He’s only Irken.
He just chooses not to analyze what his instincts mean for the time being.
While he feels awkward pulling Chance into his arms, Chance gravitates right into it, practically clinging to Iris like if he let’s go the future Tallest could just fly away. Iris unsuccessfully tries to push down the sudden flush in his cheeks. It is definitely not the time for this.
“Hey, you’re okay,” Iris tells him, his voice probably the softest it’s ever been. The feeling of awkwardness is still very present, but it’s getting easier to ignore. “I’ve got you, Chance. You’re safe. I promise it will be okay.”
Chance can barely hear him, can hardly comprehend what is happening. All he knows is that someone is holding him. They feel strong...and smooth... They smell sweet with hints of sweat and dirt. He can’t figure out who it is right now but he knows that they’re safe. He’s safe with them.
Iris’s mouth becomes a thin line. He hates feeling helpless. He hates feeling like he’s failing someone. It makes him frustrated at himself, but then he has to remind himself that this isn’t about him it’s about Chance but how can he possibly help? He’s as useless as he was when his timeline was wiped out.
Okay. No. He can’t spiral right now. He can’t leave Chance.
His mind races until he lands on an idea. If he could think straight, he wouldn’t even consider something so ridiculous but it’s all he can think off. He remembered when he was little and would have nightmares and how his dad would sing him old Irken folk songs. He can’t remember any of those, however.
“Darkening skies, Coming this way. Falling behind. Into nothing. But if you lead, I will follow a thousand miles away. I will be your Apollo, alone in outer space.”
When Chance’s choking sobs begin to calm down even the slightest, Iris latches onto it, shoving every nerve down like a hydraulic press. “Satellite, shine on me tonight. I will be your gravity. I will stay and never leave. My satellite, are you here tonight? Shine your light and set me free. Take the darkness out of me. Shine on me.”
Chance isn’t sure what he notices first, the lovely tenor floating through the air and into his ears, or the pleasant vibration coming from the person producing such nice noise. He can’t make out words at first, just melody. It reminds him of how Leera would sing to him as a child when he had a nightmare. He clings harder to the figure that’s singing and holding him, desperate to ensure that they don’t leave him.
After several moments he’s able to make out the words...and then the voice...and then he’s fixated on two brilliant sapphires staring down at him.
“...Iris?”
Iris can’t restrain the sigh of relief. “Yeah. It’s me. I’m right here.”
Chance continues to stare up at him, a little dumbfounded. He’s thought about this moment for a long time, being in Iris’ arms. It would be an accident of sorts, he would say something bratty, Iris would retort, they would go back and forth until they were suddenly both kissing. This was not the way Chance had envisioned this moment at all, and he couldn’t bring himself to steer it that way.
He sniffles, reaching up to rub his eyes. “...Sorry.”
Iris squints one his eyes at Chance - his way of raising a brow. “Why are you apologizing?”
Chance shakes his head. Why did he apologize? It felt so natural to say in the moment, “I don’t know.”
Iris nods. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry. Do you...want to talk about it?”
When Chance shakes his head this time it’s far more furious. “Not...not right now.” He doesn’t know when...or if...
“Fair enough,” Iris replied. He goes to pull away from Chance only to find him clinging to him again. Even after discovering that Chance isn’t quite completely human, it still surprises him how strong the High Chancellor can be. “What is it?”
“Don’t leave,” Chance says. His voice is desperate, and he sounds like he will break again if Iris doesn’t acquiesce. “Don’t let me go. Not yet. Please?”
Iris’ insides tie themselve in all kinds of knots at those words, at the pleading looking in those icy blue eyes. How can he possibly say no to that? “Alright. I’ve got you. I’ll stay here as long as you need.”
...Who is this?
Hello. My name is Johnny D. May I ask who I’m speaking with?
...You're lying. You have to be. Who are you and what the fuck have you done with my dad?!
Chance, hello. I was hoping you’d reach out. I’m confused. I am not lying about who I am. I have no need to.
You sound nothing like him! If you're going to impersonate someone the least you could do is not do a shit job! Give me back my dad!
Oh, I’m sorry. Is there something I should be saying to sound like myself? I am not trying to impersonate anyone. I am not sure what you mean by giving myself back. It sounds like I am distressing you, and that is not my intention. I thought that you would be glad that I am- that I can communicate once more with you.
....
What's significant about your left hand?
I have a scar there.
I remember sustaining it by way of self injury. You had been distressed about your feelings towards my niece, said that you no longer wanted to feel. Admittedly, I hadn’t known at the time that was what was conflicting you.
I demonstrated what happens when one does that. You tended to the wound, showing that you were true medical professional material.
First, do no harm.
… I do not wish to do harm.
...I'm sorry I just...I dont understand.
Can you tell me where you are? Addie's been working day and night trying to find you. And Dwight.
Is there any kind of information you can give me?
...I want you to come home...
I’m at my System headquarters. I do not know how to describe where that is.
Oh… I was not aware that I was missing. Edgar had told me that he retrieved me when I was with Dwight. He apologizes for the abruptness, but it was necessary.
Information? What kind?
I am- I would like to see you, too.
Your…system? You said you hate it there. You said you never wanted to go back. Is there anyway we can find you?
Abruptness?! You were fucking kidnapped, Dad! You didn’t want to go! You fought to stay. At least that’s what Mom said. Who the fuck is Edgar?
Oh, I had hated it. But it is different now. It has changed. I have learned a lot.
I am not sure that there is. Perhaps, if we invited you… I will be sure to bring it up with Edgar. I do believe that he allowed me access to my blog again with the intention of visitation.
I don’t - I don’t recall being kidnapped. Edgar wouldn’t do that. Not anymore. He is changed.
I believe I referred to Edgar as Vargas before, which is his last name.
…I see.
Right. Could you…keep me posted on that? I would really like to see you. I hate to cut this short but…I have to…go do something…Work, you know.
...Who is this?
Hello. My name is Johnny D. May I ask who I’m speaking with?
...You're lying. You have to be. Who are you and what the fuck have you done with my dad?!
Chance, hello. I was hoping you’d reach out. I’m confused. I am not lying about who I am. I have no need to.
You sound nothing like him! If you're going to impersonate someone the least you could do is not do a shit job! Give me back my dad!
Oh, I’m sorry. Is there something I should be saying to sound like myself? I am not trying to impersonate anyone. I am not sure what you mean by giving myself back. It sounds like I am distressing you, and that is not my intention. I thought that you would be glad that I am- that I can communicate once more with you.
....
What's significant about your left hand?
I have a scar there.
I remember sustaining it by way of self injury. You had been distressed about your feelings towards my niece, said that you no longer wanted to feel. Admittedly, I hadn’t known at the time that was what was conflicting you.
I demonstrated what happens when one does that. You tended to the wound, showing that you were true medical professional material.
First, do no harm.
… I do not wish to do harm.
...I'm sorry I just...I dont understand.
Can you tell me where you are? Addie's been working day and night trying to find you. And Dwight.
Is there any kind of information you can give me?
...I want you to come home...
I’m at my System headquarters. I do not know how to describe where that is.
Oh… I was not aware that I was missing. Edgar had told me that he retrieved me when I was with Dwight. He apologizes for the abruptness, but it was necessary.
Information? What kind?
I am- I would like to see you, too.
Your…system? You said you hate it there. You said you never wanted to go back. Is there anyway we can find you?
Abruptness?! You were fucking kidnapped, Dad! You didn’t want to go! You fought to stay. At least that’s what Mom said. Who the fuck is Edgar?
...Who is this?
Hello. My name is Johnny D. May I ask who I’m speaking with?
...You're lying. You have to be. Who are you and what the fuck have you done with my dad?!
Chance, hello. I was hoping you’d reach out. I’m confused. I am not lying about who I am. I have no need to.
You sound nothing like him! If you're going to impersonate someone the least you could do is not do a shit job! Give me back my dad!
Oh, I’m sorry. Is there something I should be saying to sound like myself? I am not trying to impersonate anyone. I am not sure what you mean by giving myself back. It sounds like I am distressing you, and that is not my intention. I thought that you would be glad that I am- that I can communicate once more with you.
....
What's significant about your left hand?
I have a scar there.
I remember sustaining it by way of self injury. You had been distressed about your feelings towards my niece, said that you no longer wanted to feel. Admittedly, I hadn’t known at the time that was what was conflicting you.
I demonstrated what happens when one does that. You tended to the wound, showing that you were true medical professional material.
First, do no harm.
… I do not wish to do harm.
...I'm sorry I just...I dont understand.
Can you tell me where you are? Addie's been working day and night trying to find you. And Dwight.
Is there any kind of information you can give me?
...I want you to come home...
...Who is this?
Hello. My name is Johnny D. May I ask who I’m speaking with?
...You're lying. You have to be. Who are you and what the fuck have you done with my dad?!
Chance, hello. I was hoping you’d reach out. I’m confused. I am not lying about who I am. I have no need to.
You sound nothing like him! If you're going to impersonate someone the least you could do is not do a shit job! Give me back my dad!
Oh, I’m sorry. Is there something I should be saying to sound like myself? I am not trying to impersonate anyone. I am not sure what you mean by giving myself back. It sounds like I am distressing you, and that is not my intention. I thought that you would be glad that I am- that I can communicate once more with you.
....
What's significant about your left hand?
...Who is this?
Hello. My name is Johnny D. May I ask who I’m speaking with?
...You're lying. You have to be. Who are you and what the fuck have you done with my dad?!
Chance, hello. I was hoping you’d reach out. I’m confused. I am not lying about who I am. I have no need to.
You sound nothing like him! If you're going to impersonate someone the least you could do is not do a shit job! Give me back my dad!
...Who is this?
Hello. My name is Johnny D. May I ask who I’m speaking with?
...You're lying. You have to be. Who are you and what the fuck have you done with my dad?!
[ previously ]
@tennofficial
"Iris says similar, but I'm pretty sure he's just trying to hide how much he likes me." He's not fazed at all by Tenn's poor reception of him. He's heard so much worse in his lifetime.
Chance wonders for a moment if he should talk more about the universe he comes from. There, all Invaders are considered "defective," and the Invader program itself was established as a way to weed them out. He knows thats not the case in every universe, but he knows either way he hates the word defective.
He snorts at Tenn's answer. At least he knows where to find plenty of those. "You know, in another life, you and Dwight would probably get along rather well." There isnt bitterness in his tone, but it does sound hollow. Maybe even sad.
His eyes fall to the floor. What does he really want? Should he answer? If he's honest there's a lot of things he really wants. He wants to finally be able to marry Addie. He wants Egan to never have to face anybof the horrors he's had to. He wants to just talk to Dwight and let him have it for everything he's been put through, yet there's a part of him that also wishes he could just bury the hatchet.
However, all of that pales in conparison to what he truly, deeply wants in this moment.
"Johnny...helped me realize what I'm truly capable of. What I'm worth. That I can be better if I just try. When I first realized that they were in love with Dwight, all i wanted to do was scream. How could they love someone who's caused so much hurt? Had Dwight changed so much? It made me question everything...
"However...there was one thing i couldn't deny. I had never seen my Parent happier than when he was with Dwight. And I also couldn't deny that Dwight loved them, too, and that he would do anything and everything for them.
"All I want is for my Parent to be happy and safe and loved. He found it with someone who had made my life hell, but even i couldnt deny what i was seeing. I knew Dwight would take care of him. He would do whatever it took to keep Parent happy and safe.
"That's what i want. I want them to be happy and safe. I want to see him smile and laugh. I want him to know that it's okay to let it all go and just live."
Because if he can do that...maybe Chance can too...
Chance clears his throat and shrugs. "But like you said, its not going to happen, right? Im never going to see him again." The thought feels like a knife in his heart. Does he believe that? He doesn't want to believe it. He can't let Johnny go without trying. He pushes himself up from the tree stump and brushes himself off.
"Unfortunately, I've got to get going. Probably got a fuck ton of emails to go through. Next time im on Serpens I'll be sure to grab what psychology books i can find. Im sure the old man won't even notice." He gives Tenn a little salute. "See ya."
"In another life, I probably wouldn't even have the displeasure of meeting any of you," Tenn comments. In another life, I would be Tallest. In another life, I would be an Operator. `I could think of a thousand better things to do with my different, other lives than spend any second of it with you people."
She waits for Chance to answer, sure that his response would center around the Experiment. That he would preface it with a bunch of nostalgia and further try to convince Tenn about how beneficial the Experiment has been to their lives.
Even though she asked the question, she still feels the strongest urge to roll her eyes into the back of her skull and keep them there. This group couldn't be more dramatic, and probably this spawn in particular takes the cake right next to the Experiment.
Out of some minute amount of respect, Tenn keeps her mouth shut and her eyes trained on Chance as he speaks. She thinks for a moment about what he's saying and looks internally at how she personally feels about the Experiment. Past the education that Father fed her. The Experiment as she knew him- it.
After a few seconds she sighs and leans back into the wall behind her. "I never said that I didn't want the Experiment to be happy or safe. Yes, you won't ever be able to see it again, but at least you know that it's... alive. Father doesn't wish to exterminate the Experiment, you know. It's much too valuable for that. I can't say for sure that I know what Father intends to do with it."
Tenn looks unsure.
Chance freezes in his footsteps, his hands tensing deep in his pockets. He's thankful that he's looking away from Tenn so she can't see the icy blizzard his eyes have become. Its only by a miracle he's able to surpress an army of plants jumping from the ground. He wonders if he can make plants that shoot acid.
He takes a deep breath. "Living and thriving are two different things," he says. His tone is calm, like he's discussing some sort of philosophy or concept. "Safety is relative. One person's safe haven is another's nightmare."
He looks over his shoulder, smiling. Anyone who knows him well knows that smile well. Its a haunting combination of both his parent diabolical grins. "I'll bring some of those books next time. Promise!"