TALON'S BEST AND BRIGHTEST

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Fire Meet Gasoline

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She gave no hesitation as one slender hand was settled upon his, offering up her knuckles to be kissed. The scientist took pride in her air of elegance. This recruit was far outside his league, especially if he did not know who she was.

“Agent Moira O’Deorain, lead scientist. Also of Blackwatch.” she murmured, meeting his gaze with prideful solemnity. The corner of her lips, however, betrayed the tug of a smirk of her own. 

“I know very well who you are, Mr Cowell. Your file tells me that you are a very interesting young man.”

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Fire Meet Gasoline

@my-will-made-real – Heavy footfalls echoed down the empty hallway as Donovan made his way back to his quarters after a rather vigorous first day of training. Commander Reyes hadn’t been kidding when he told him he was going to put him through his paces. A hot shower had helped relieve some of the aches and pains, but stiff as he still felt, he knew he was going to wake up feeling like Lieutenant Reinhardt had sat on him. In full armor. And this was just day one… He was in for one hell of a ride. He was far too absorbed in his own thoughts to notice that he wasn’t the only one still awake and roaming the halls at this hour…

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     “You ought to be careful, you know.”

A voice echoed through the darkness towards him, feminine and oddly familiar, suiting the thin silhouette at the doorway.

    “You might be keeping someone awake.”

She’d heard his footsteps long before he’d even come close, but her curiosity got the better of her as usual. She just had to know who it was. She’d stood from her desk with a jolt of excitement, desperate for something interesting.

This would do.

     “Are you new?”

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An amber eyebrow raises in reply, and her lips curl into a smirk. “Better here than out there, all alone and afraid. And my favourites get only the best.” she purrs, looking back to her work. “Do I detect a hint of jealousy, perhaps?”

She chuffed at the question, glancing at the woman out the side of her eye. Interesting little thought, but far from the truth. If nothing else, she was rather getting quite fed up with the scientist poking around and prodding at the latest arrival. 

“Jealously? You are assuming I could actually feel it, and even more so, that if those precious, rare little sparks of emotion ever arouse, you think I would waste them on you?”, a shake of her head “Nah, nah, nah….not even close, Madame. Not even close. I do wonder if the reason you surround yourself with these pets is as telling as I think it is…”

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“Then, of course, you do not mind my taking of such favourites after all.” she sneered, setting down her tablet to focus her attention. If the spider was really as uncaring as she claimed, then she had no reason to come to her asking questions. She must have some link to her pets. 

The second part of the assassin’s words, however, caused Moira’s mind to flicker into battle, entwining with politeness like the coils of a snake.

“Pray tell, what do you feel that reason is? I’d be delighted to know your thoughts. I did not know you were a woman of science.”

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"Now, how is it that every time I turn around, you're trying to collect pets. This is Talon, not a shelter.", this sniper is clearly not impressed. First Ripfang and then Jack.. tsk tsk greedy Moira.

An amber eyebrow raises in reply, and her lips curl into a smirk. “Better here than out there, all alone and afraid. And my favourites get only the best.” she purrs, looking back to her work.“Do I detect a hint of jealousy, perhaps?”

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“I’ll bet you have...” she hummed, softly, turning her hand to entwine it with her pup’s paw. “I’ll send for a proper meal, one fit for a masterpiece like you. My pup deserves the lap of luxury after being treated so horribly.” 

Gently, she tugged his hand to lead him onward, heart oddly warm at the sensation in her palm. What was she doing? She had never been like this to him, never been so open, so friendly, so loving. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was stress, maybe it was the relief at being home addling her mind.

Maybe she’d missed more than his devotion.

They left the lab-coat behind as they ascended the stairs once more, returning to Moira’s private quarters, and she couldn’t help but squeeze his hand once they arrived.

“I want nothing more than to spoil my precious pup.”

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Moira’s shoulders sank as he spoke. It wasn’t as bad as she had feared, but her gaze still drooped to the floor below, furious at such neglect. How dare they. She had told the lesser agents time and time again that mistreatment of her pup was unforgivable, and yet they had still almost starved him. 

 It took a long, slow breath for her to steady herself again. 

When she looked up, she was met by Ripfang’s look of disbelief, and she couldn’t help but smile in return. He was so cute. There was such a conflict in his eyes, dancing behind those yellow irises, and she could only tilt her head as she waited for a reply.

Oh, bless his little heart.

His embarrassed shyness was absolutely precious, and she was very impressed by how brave and forward he was about it. She’d always had her suspicions, private bets with herself on when he would muster up the courage, and had somehow hoped he would find it today. To spoil her pup was all she wanted.

With a warm and welcome chuckle, she reached out to cup his muzzle in a hand, and pressed a gentle kiss to that wet nose.

“My dear pup, you deserve the world.”

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“There, that’s better...” she cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. He deserved all this and more, today. “...my attention is all yours, dear pup, until my work must be resumed. I’ve... missed you more than I can express. I feared that they had rid themselves of you.”

Carefully, she stood, guiding him up with her and looking over his form. He seemed okay, to her relief, but there could still be damage. Judging by the conditions in the “cage”, the lesser agents had hardly respected her pup, offering him only that labcoat for comfort.

The sight of it made her heart ache.

“Did... did they hurt you, at all? I was so worried about you, my angel, I had many sleepless nights without you....” she murmured, reaching out to stroke the fur on his chest, running her fingers through the strands.

“If there’s anything you want, anything at all... then all you have to do is ask.”

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It took all his self-control to not accidentally crush his Mistress within his embrace, overcome as he was with emotion. The fur of his cheeks was soaked through with all his shed tears, his sobs nearly devolving into hyperventilating hiccups as he sniffled, trying his best to bury his large face against her shoulder. “T-Thought you … that you … y-y’were gone … f … f-f … forever…” Despite the sobs and distress, he couldn’t stop his tail from wagging fiercely, whining like a pup a third his size.

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“Never, I would never leave you behind...” Moira whispered in reply, bringing up hands to stroke his fur, hushing and soothing him as best she could. “I’m so sorry, my sweet, my angel... I never wanted to be gone so long. I promise you, you will never have to leave my side again. I promise.” Gently, she scritched behind his ears with her long nails, in the way she knew her puppy loved. He needed comfort, that familiar closeness to calm his nerves, and in a way, so did she. If she had lost him, the one so devoted to her... she didn’t want to even think about it. He was here, and she was with him, and that was all that mattered to her now. “Let’s go to my room, shall we?” she murmured, with a softness reserved for him alone. “I’ll brush you right through, and get you fed, and you can sleep beside me in a proper bed like you deserve. I won’t let them treat you like that anymore.”

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Four months.

Four months, that’s how long they had been kept away, four months of hiding and arguing and trying not to be caught. A mission gone wrong, reports of deaths on both sides. A scattering of leaders, to the four corners of the globe, to keep those wretched Agents off the trail of the base.

Four months of radio silence.

She had hurried back as soon as the order was given. She wanted, needed to get back there, back to the base, back to safety and security and certainty of the future.

She needed him.

She rushed to her own room, first, and found it as empty as the day she left, making her heart pound in her chest. Where was he? They couldn’t have got rid of him, surely, they would not have thrown away her most prized creation, her proudest achievement, her most precious of companions.

Would they?

Dropping her bags and coat onto the floor, she hurried back out into the corridor, fear clutching at her heart as she approached the stairs. If he wasn’t down here, in that God-forsaken cage, then she had no idea where he could be. Curse that mission, curse all those who kept her from her pup, all curses to a world that tore all the good from her life.

With a shivering breath, she stepped into the room, and waited for the lights to flare on.

“Mo mac tíre?”

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Sure enough, there in that familiar containment cell, her wolf lay curled upon the dingy mattress the staff had given him for a bed. Upon that mattress, Moira would see something she would recognize … it was one of her lab coats. Nestled in Ripfang’s arms and tucked beneath his chin. He hadn’t stirred when the sound of the lights flickering on had reached him, only the faintest flick of one ear. But that voice … her voice… He was up like a shot, ears perking upright, and his gaze snapped towards the direction of the sound. “M-Mistress?!” And then he saw her. Flinging himself off his makeshift bed, he began to claw and scratch furiously at the glass, a mournful cacophony of canine whines and choked human sobs filling the room. He couldn’t believe it … she had returned for him. All the sleepless nights alone, treated as little more than a dumb animal (at best) by the rest of the staff, never knowing if he would see his Mistress ever again … it had broken his spirit as little else ever had. He had become convinced that she had abandoned him. That he had disappointed her somehow and had been discarded. But here she was, and she wanted him. Months of pained separation intermingled with tears of relief.

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She could almost feel her heart breaking at the sight of him. To see him so mistreated, so lonely and desperate and afraid, made her blood boil beneath the pain she felt for him. Those bastards would pay for this. She hurried to the door without hesitation, entering the code she hoped had remained unchanged, desperate to reach her beloved Ripfang.

“Oh, Donovan, oh, my sweet pup, I’m so sorry...”

Tears blurred her mismatched eyes as the code finally went through, opening the door, allowing her inside and into the arms of her pup. In moments she was on her knees. She cuddled him close as sobs threatened to spill, making her breaths hitch and voice hoarse, and she kissed at his fur before she spoke.

“I’m here, I-I’m here now, you’re safe now. I’m here.”

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Four months.

Four months, that's how long they had been kept away, four months of hiding and arguing and trying not to be caught. A mission gone wrong, reports of deaths on both sides. A scattering of leaders, to the four corners of the globe, to keep those wretched Agents off the trail of the base.

Four months of radio silence.

She had hurried back as soon as the order was given. She wanted, needed to get back there, back to the base, back to safety and security and certainty of the future.

She needed him.

She rushed to her own room, first, and found it as empty as the day she left, making her heart pound in her chest. Where was he? They couldn't have got rid of him, surely, they would not have thrown away her most prized creation, her proudest achievement, her most precious of companions.

Would they?

Dropping her bags and coat onto the floor, she hurried back out into the corridor, fear clutching at her heart as she approached the stairs. If he wasn't down here, in that God-forsaken cage, then she had no idea where he could be. Curse that mission, curse all those who kept her from her pup, all curses to a world that tore all the good from her life.

With a shivering breath, she stepped into the room, and waited for the lights to flare on.

"Mo mac tíre?"

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