Endure &amp; Survive

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I slept an ungodly amount of hours last night but I woke up early before work and got all my drafts done and post 🤭 we have another outting today at work but it’s less residents and I’m going with coworkers I like so it’ll be good.

Beck resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but she did shoot him an unimpressed look. "I can give it all the time in the world and I guarantee you that'll still ring true." She listened as he spoke and she did feel a pang of empathy now, she'd had similar feelings before - particularly when the girls were younger and it was just her all on her own with them. "But it hasn't yet, has it? Ya can't keep sittin' there lyin' in wait, it's not good for you or them. You gotta enjoy the good and take it as it is, stop expecting the worst of yourself. You wouldn't want 'em thinkin' about themselves like that, would ya?"

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"If you say so." He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink once more. He looked at the women and nodded. "Yeah I guess...I guess that's true." It still didn't change his mind, he still felt like he would fail them, he always seem to feel the people he cared about most.

"You got kids too?" He asked, now just trying to make conversation. "Girls right? How's that? Teenager girls...they're scary sometimes." He chuckled.

"I know." Steve said with a gentle nod, so much more gentler lately than he'd been in what felt like so long. "It's okay, I think I'd rather you take it out on me than Ellie anyways." He reached back out now to gently pat Joel's shoulder. "Yeah well, it's our turn to make up for all those years of you taking care of us - I know it's not easy, trust me, I know ... think of it as your way of making up the last two years to us." Not that Joel needed to make it up, but anything to make him feel better about all of this. He frowned at the knee in question now, a pang going through his chest - head tilting slightly. "I can talk to him? Tommy? Try to convince him to let them up your dose? Promise I'd keep an eye on you?"

He let Joel hold onto his arm, his other arm going to drape across his back for extra support. Slowly they made their way up, and truthfully Steve could admit this wasn't easy on him either ... seeing Joel like this, remembering why they were there in the first place, but he wouldn't voice any of that out loud. This wasn't about him and his feelings anyways.

"We got this, see, it's not so bad ..."

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Joel winced softly, trying to hide that he was in pain. A habit, he couldn't seem to break. "Nah, I shouldn't be takin' it out on either of you." He sighed. Things had been different, people were different. He saw it in everyone, Ellie, Tommy, Dina and Steve. Everyone changed when he was hurt. "She won't talk. Tell me what happened, when I was out." He admitted. "With the girl. with Abby." He looked at Steve and frowned. "I'm worried she lost herself, like I did...after Sarah." He sighed.

"You can try, but you know how stubborn Tommy is." He chuckled, wincing again. He made his way up a couple of more steps and then another rest. "Yeah...peace of damn cake." He huffed.

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He had reached all the way here, deliberately. That man came over to hunt, exactly as he had mentioned before and yet, Shauna wants to doubt him. But he seems honest and that irks her. But, why? This could be the key, the chance for them to get out of here...

Why does she feel a strange tingling feeling on the pit of her stomach? Was it fear... or a craving?

Shauna hesitates when the conversation is thrown back to her. He doesn't linger upon it, though, instead inviting her to do something with their time. Far away from the girls she is so angry at, into the proximity of a man she doesn't know about and still feels like she could cling to. Anyone is better than the girls playing fantasies with each other...

She tries to ignore it, that thorn in her heart making her remember about the father who abandoned her. And the mother that probably moved on with her life, by now.

Why would this man even try to know about someone so... unwanted? She takes a light bite of her lips, keeping the knife low, in tune with her gaze.

"I... I'm a Yellowjacket." She admits, hesitant to see if there is even a semblance of a reaction. Had they all forgotten about them? Were they even missed? "I guess I've had enough time to learn how to butcher dead things."

When he speaks of his kid, the thorn in her heart grows vines. A father, missing his child so much that he needs an escape from it. An empty nest... Instead of a nest abandoned. She scoffs to brush off the nausea building up. The contrast is staggering, it feels like she is being mocked somewhat.

"Lucky girl," she whispers with sarcasm she doesn't believe in before moving closer, she keeps the knife safely tucked on the holder, hoping it shows she won't be hostile... for now. "I got accepted to Brown before all this. ...Didn't even get to win Nationals." And, honestly, even thinking about that feels stupid now. She doesn't care about any of it. "Alright, I guess I can help. I can take care of the deer for you. And before you get any ideas, no, I won't steal it."

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Joel dig in his mind to try and remember when the girls plane had went down. He remembered Ellie talking about it when it had happened. He remembered the news reports on and the girls parents talking on the news. It had been over a year ago now. That was a really long time to be out in the middle of nowhere.

His choice was not to pry. Not to urge her to talk about what she’d been doing. She remembered when Tommy had gotten back from overseas. How Joel had tried to get him to talk but it only made things worse.

“Well nice to meet you. I’m a contractor, nothin’ special. Work construction. I like to build things.” He told her with a shrug. “But I do like to hunt. Used to go with my brother and our dad when we were young. Not so much now.”

“Yeah. I’m the lucky one.” He chuckled. “She found me when I was in a real bad place. Saved me in a way. That’s a long story though.” He set his pack and his gun down by a tree stump.

“Brown huh? That’s impressive. Ivy League.” He smiled. “Smart girl.” He nodded. “If you did, I’d just have to find myself another, but I appreciate you not. I’m pretty hungry.” He told her as he picked the deer up. “Wanna help me hang it?” He asked.

“I can start a fire.”

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“We like honesty.” Genuine was few and far between, it was hard to trust what was real and what was fake and oh how the secrets piled up like mountains. If there was no trust, they weren’t a team. They needed a team.

Chitty watched him curiously, her tongue in her cheek and her pen twirling between her fingers. She had to ask. The company treated the boys as if they were products rather than people. That’s why Sera has assembled the team she had so far; ensure the boys were treated like the real humans they were instead of the brand they pushed. “Yes, each one is very different than the next.” All came with challenges, all came with beautiful positives as well.

“I like that answer.” She trusted it. “The company will push back. They do not care about their wellbeing, only that they perform. It is up to us to take care of them..” Chitty nodded, “you are going to have to be ready to protect them from themselves. They rarely take it out on other people, just themselves. They have been doing this a very long time, almost over half their lives.. It can be chaotic and draining, but I can say that they are some of the most kind souls. They are good guys.” She adored them like family. “Do you have any questions for me about all of this?”

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He leaned back. “Look I don’t know much about this industry. My daughter is a fan. I went to a concert once when a couple of years ago and honestly it was hell. I, a grown man, was scared.” He chuckled. “Last concert I’d went to was with Sarah’s mom before she was a born, very different time. Very different crowned. No one was had phones nothing like that.” He shrugged. “But I do know how to protect. It’s something’ I’ve been doing for the last eighteen years. So I got that going’.”

He shook his head. “I don’t give a shit about the company. If I get this job, which I hope I will. My priority will be these guys. To protect them, which is what I will do he nodded. “You have my word.”

He eyed the woman. “You too. The other team members, I feel like you guys get forgotten too. But you’re part of their team so I’d keep an eye on you guys too.”

Steve didn't know what had come over him, to step between Joel and the drunk man. He knew it was stupid, he knew Joel was right and that he could handle it himself - he'd seen it plenty of times - but he'd just seen the guy about to attack the closest thing he'd ever had to a father and threw himself in front of Joel before he could think about it. Everything kind of felt like a daze at first, loud ringing in his ears, hardly registering the guy being thrown out.

He let out a groan, his face hurt and he could feel the blood from his nose trickling down his face, he squinted up at Joel - he kind of looked a little blurry right now - noise of pain escaping before he could stop it. "Dunno ... 't was stupid, just wanted to protect you I guess ..." Shame flared in his gut, it really did seem so stupid now. "... Ellie's gonna kill me if I got another concussion ..."

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Joel reached into his pocket for a handkerchief, and pressed it to Steve’s face gently. “Alright, tip your head back, kiddo.” He told him.” He looked to the bar tender. “You got any ice?” He asked softly. His gaze turned back to Steve.

He looked at his eyes. “I think you’ll be alright.” He nodded. “Wasn’t too hard a hit, just be glad the guy was drunk off his ass.” He chuckled. “You’re gonna be okay, but next time…let me take the punch.” He grinned.

Going home from work with a migraine 😭😩. I’ve been getting so many lately I need to figure this out

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Losing Joel for the past two years had been one of the hardest things to go through, Steve had tried his best to get by every day. To be there for Ellie, to help out with Dina and JJ, to do what he could - where he could ... But God, none of it felt right. Nothing felt the same anymore, the very obvious missing piece looming over all of them. A day didn't go by where he didn't just hope and pray to the God he didn't even believe in that Joel would wake up ...

And then there was the anger, the anger he'd held onto for so long - the anger that had moved him through doing everything in his power to avenge Joel, the anger that had gotten people killed, the anger that fit so easily like a glove once he'd started to wear it. There was still that heart though, of course, and Abby should count herself lucky every single day that there was.

Now though, now, it was all about moving on - or trying to at least. Joel was awake, they had him back and were slowly adjusting to how life was now ... and he just, he wanted to help. He wanted to make things as easy on him as he could, he still should've expected this though. Hand dropped for a second, stepping back, trying not to take it personally. "You're not helpless, dad -" Oh that was a new thing too, he couldn't stop saying it. "You're healing. It's gonna be like this for a while ... You gotta ..." He sighed. "You gotta let us help, please. I'm sorry it can't be easier."

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