If the Grammar sucks i ask that you please ignore it, im no writer.. im deaf and im tired.
CW: violence, choking, gun, blood.. just straight angst <3
Driver had decided to go check out the animal shelter once he got off of work, he had no intention of picking up an animal today but he did want to visit the cats and see whoād be a good fit for him
Thatās how he ended up being out so late, he was walking down an alley way. Heading to his car with his hands in his pockets and his head was up. He was focused and his car wasnāt far away
Suddenly a random woman bumps into his shoulder as he walked by, he glanced over his shoulder only to see the woman never faltered in her steps, continuing to walk down the dark alleyway
Driver decides its nothing and turns back to continue walking to his car when suddenly he feels two hands on his neck. His eyes widen as panic surges up his throat. his hands shoot from his pockets to the wrists of the other man
āDo you know how long weāve waited for six to slip up?ā
Six? Who was that? Driver moved, kneeing the man in his gut, this move loosened the grip around driverās throat
He stumbled back, clutching the bruising skin as he took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure
āIm sorry.. you have the wrong guy, i donāt know a sixā
This doesnāt seem to stop the other man, he stood up from his hunched state quickly charging at driver and slamming him to the ground
His head smashed against the pavement, stars burst across his vision as the man ontop of him began to move, his hands quickly finding their way back to driverās throat
The stranger had leverage now, driver couldnāt do anything except kick around and slap at the mans arms before his eyes starting feeling heavy
āCarmichael stop. Weāre trying to send a message not kill him.ā
A womanās voice spoke, the hands moved away from his neck again and drivers eyes shot open as he took a deep inhale, panting heavily underneath the man.. who he could now identify as Carmichael
āOh we can still send a message by killing him Suzanne.ā
Carmichael moves, pulling a gun from his holster before pressing it against driverās temple
āWhere is six, hand him over pretty boyā
Driver swallowed harshly, this was about court. It had to be.. no one else has ever used that nickname on him
āI-i tol-ld youā¦ i have n-no clue wh-o six isā
Driver didnāt think heāll be surviving tonight, heāll die protecting court if it came down to it.. he owed him anyways right?
āMaybe this will help you rememberā
Carmichael moves the gun down to his torso, letting a shot fire and driver immediately lets out a pained yell, which only made the man laugh
āI can keep going Driver.ā
Driver didnāt speak, instead his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to think of positive thoughts to escape from the torment he was currently experiencing
āCarmichael weāre not gonna get anything out of him.. lets go.ā
Carmichael tried to put up a fight, but driver couldnāt keep up with what he was saying, his conscious drifted off as his eyes got heavier and heavier
The two CIA agents left driver in the alley to die, alone in the rain.. a gun shot wound, bruises on his neck and his head was split. And driver wasnāt far from his car. He had almost made it home
Court storms out of the med-bay as soon as he's convinced (what little convincing it took) to go out and look for Driver. It was just an undelivered text message, that wouldn't look out of the ordinary for a normal person...but they weren't normal people. They have too many ghosts chasing them, and Court's worrying in particular about the ones that want his head the most. If they'd found any whiff of his existence near Driver, they would have acted. If Lloyd Hanson wasn't worm food he'd have been even more worried about him being near Driver, but Court had watched his funeral from afar and the corpse was real.
30 miles...30 miles isn't that specific. Court's going to be looking for awhile, he knows this, and that knowledge is gnawing at his neck like a leech with knives for teeth.
Driverās breathing was starting to slow down, his body curled in on itself. He was still unconscious as the rain pattered over his form, his blood mixing with the puddles of water
His phone had been destroyed when Carmichael slammed him to the ground and if that wasnāt enough damage it was now laying in a puddle of his own blood
There wasnāt much light illuminating the alley way, there was only a neon sign that pointed towards the parking lot
Driver was gonna die soon.. he should really wake up, but he canāt.. his eyes are too heavy and the memories are too nice
He almost misses the neon sign, but he whips the car around in the rain so hard that the tires squeal for mercy before he can really think too much about it. If whoever had done this (It was Denny and Suzanne he knows it he KNOWS) was nearby they would've heard him, but he has enough ammo to put up a fight if need be...he just hopes it won't come to that. The car's headlights spill down the alley...and over Driver lying curled in on himself, motionless, in a puddle. The puddle is too dark to be rain and his jacket's too dark to just be damp, and Court swears under his breath as he climbs out of the car and skids to his knees to reach him faster with no regard for how his knees are now bruised.
Hey, no no no. Come on, let me see those eyes...
He's careful as he unzips Driver's jacket to assess the wound, but his fingers slip in the blood and graze over the gunshot wound and Court freezes. He'd been hoping it wasn't more serious than a stab wound, but the heat-cauterized edges and scorch marks on white satin tell him that not only was Driver shot...but he was shot point blank. The gun was all but pressed to his skin, this was personal. Court kneels and braces his hands under Driver's shoulder's and knees, carefully picking him up. Was moving him smart? Probably not, but every minute they spent out in the open was another minute they were both at risk and he was already hurrying back to his borrowed car. He'd worry about blood on the seats later when they were both safe.
Driver groans when he gets pick up, his face pinches in pain.. a physical reaction, not one that driver was aware of doing
The blood was everywhereās he was bleeding from the gunshot wound and the back of his head, he was pale from the amount of blood that heād lost
When he gets put down in the car he gets one last surge of adrenaline and pushes at the mans chest, barely any strength in the shove. his voice hoarse and weak as he spoke
āDonāt hurt him.. heās got family to take care of.. they need himā
His eyes arenāt open when he speaks, he thinks heās talking to Carmichael, and heās out again after he speaks, hand dropping from courtās chest and his head lolled to the side
"Fuck fuck fuck. Hey, I'm right here. Not going anywhere, nobody hurt me," Court whispers and brushes Driver's hair away from his forehead, and he bundles the man all but into his lap as he whips the car away from the curb with another sickening screech--if he'd tried that in Driver's car he suspects the man would've woken up just to hit him, he would've deserved it. He would've welcomed it, actually. If there are eyes on the rooftops Court isn't paying attention to them, his attention is being divided between not wrapping the car around a pole and making sure Driver doesn't die in his arms.
Options are...limited. Hospital was probably the best place Driver could be right now, but did Court want to risk it right now? Absolutely not. He didn't trust a single soul anywhere in the vicinity with Driver right now, not if no one had bothered calling the police when they heard the gunshot. He'd patched up bullet wounds on himself countless times, fished the bullets out with his fingers too. He can do this, but it's going to hurt. Badly. Court grimaces before he apologizes, and he digs his knuckles into Driver's sternum to wake him--He knows a sternal rub hurts like hell, but it might bring him around for a few minutes, at least until they get somewhere safe.
Safe. The biodome. Not how he wants any of them to meet Driver, but it might be his best bet at survival. God, if only he's fast enough. "You with me, pretty boy..?"
He whines out an āowwwā after court rubs his knuckles against his sternum, his eyes cracking open slightly as he tries to make sense of his surroundings
āCourtā¦? Whatās going on?ā
He tries to move but a sharp pain is his head and torso stops him, he has no memory of what happened.. the last thing he remembers is being at the animal shelter
His throat hurts too, he moves his hands to his neck and winces as he presses against the handprinted bruise, and when he pulls his hand away, he sees that itās covered in blood his eyes widen in fear
āIs this mine? Or yours?ā
It hurts to talk. Whats going on.. heās starting to feel dizzy.. definitely his blood then.. but how did this happen? Did he let his guard down for the wrong person?
"Don't- Don't move, your only job is staying conscious right now. Blood's yours, I have an idea what happened but I can't confirm until you're safe."
Court's attention drifts down to Driver as he blows through a red light without a care in the world, but he can feel the weary scowl from his lap and decides to take it a little easier. On the car, at least.
"...Remember the other day, when I told you people were after me? It's- It's not Court they're after. They're after Sierra Six...and you got too close to me."
He explains the absolute bare minimum as they pause at the next stop light, and he's already fidgeting and looking away by the time he's done explaining what he can; Driver's going to want out after this, and Court isn't going to blame him or beg. Six doesn't deserve this man, as much as he wants this budding thing they have he can't risk putting Driver in danger again.
He speaks softly, but when court doesnāt look at him he lifts a hand up to the mans face, gently touching his cheek
āLook at me court..ā
He tries to swallow the pain in his throat, but it doesnāt help much, instead he opts to run his his fingers over courtās stubble as he processes what court said
āI came into this knowing people were after you.. just like you did with me.. it was bound to happen to one of us eventually.. i didnāt expect it so soon thoughā
He chuckles before wincing, his own joke was pretty stupid and definitely not the right time considering he was actively dying in the arms of the only person who was willing to put any effort into loving him
āYou found me.. thats all that matters.. and if you didnāt.. well at least i got to meet you yeah?ā
The fingers on his skin are cooler than he would have liked, but Court's glad for them either way as they graze along his jaw. Means Driver's still alive enough to move, and that's still salvageable...he hopes.
"Don't talk like that, okay? I'm not letting anything happen to you, but I'd understand if you wanted me to lose your number after...this."
This is the last stop sign before his place and he takes a beat to look down at Driver going paler and paler in his arms, and he swallows hard around an ache in his throat before things start happening very quickly; He pulls into his drive, all but sprints to the front door with Driver in his arms and his heart in his throat, and by the time Court can think again he's got Driver lying in his bed shirtless on a towel, with an array of tools at his side. Somewhere, distantly, he makes a note to get Driver's car for him as soon as he's fixed up and resting.
"This is gonna be worse than the stab wound, just so you know. And I need you to stay as awake as you can. Think you can handle that?"
āCourt.. if you go ghost on me i will personally hunt you down myself, do not delete my number.ā
Driver watches the man as he drives, his eyes beginning to droop again, the adrenaline from his sternum being rubbed has worn off
āBesidesā¦ my parents were worse, at least you care about me.ā
He groans and grumbles as court moves him around, the pain is ridiculously intense, heās never experienced this level of pain before, sure heās been in fights, cut by glass from climbing through windows as a kid or even stabbed, but none of it compares to this
āMm.. i dunno Iām tired courtā¦ i wanna rest a little longer.. five more minutes yah?ā
Driver was half daydreaming again, his mind trying to make up a happy scenario to cope with the pain.. and of course he daydreams about waking up with court
"I won't, okay? Promise. I think you'd give me a run for my money anyway, you're quicker than me. And your parents don't know what they're missing out on, their loss."
He's rambling now, trying to keep Driver talking so he doesn't slip under while Court's trying to disinfect the gunshot--and he notices with some distress that the bullet is still in there. The bottle of vodka in his hand tips over the wound and he winces in sympathy as he pins Driver down with his other arm, even though the other man isn't squirming as much as he should be.
"No naps right now pretty boy, alright? I'm just gonna keep annoying you and talking to you until I'm done, I'm an asshole like that and you can't sleep with pieces of bullet in you."
He's not surprised his hands aren't shaking, he was worried they would be but...no. Training took over where a panic rabbit was chasing his senses in circles and he carefully, so incredibly carefully, started trying to get the fragments of metal out with tweezers. It was going to hurt no matter what he did, but he didn't have to make it miserable.
He groans frustratedly because court told him he couldnāt rest, but whatever heāll listen to the man talk, that was nice too. He moved his hand to courtās face and he squishes the manās cheeks, having zero regard that heās actively trying to pull a bullet out of him
āYouāre so cute.. youāre not an asshole stop disrespecting yourselfā
He moves his hand to ruffle the top of his head before letting it drop back to his side as he stares and the ceiling, and itās now that he realizes that this is the second time court has seen the inside of his body and theyāve yet to put a label on thingsā¦ besides calling it a relationship
āYāknowā¦ youāve seen what my insides look like twice now and all weāve done is hold hands and kiss a littleā
He suddenly winces in pain and he looks down at court
āOw! Stop thatā
He begins to try and push the mans hands away from his body
If the Grammar sucks i ask that you please ignore it, im no writer.. im deaf and im tired.
CW: violence, choking, gun, blood.. just straight angst <3
Driver had decided to go check out the animal shelter once he got off of work, he had no intention of picking up an animal today but he did want to visit the cats and see whoād be a good fit for him
Thatās how he ended up being out so late, he was walking down an alley way. Heading to his car with his hands in his pockets and his head was up. He was focused and his car wasnāt far away
Suddenly a random woman bumps into his shoulder as he walked by, he glanced over his shoulder only to see the woman never faltered in her steps, continuing to walk down the dark alleyway
Driver decides its nothing and turns back to continue walking to his car when suddenly he feels two hands on his neck. His eyes widen as panic surges up his throat. his hands shoot from his pockets to the wrists of the other man
āDo you know how long weāve waited for six to slip up?ā
Six? Who was that? Driver moved, kneeing the man in his gut, this move loosened the grip around driverās throat
He stumbled back, clutching the bruising skin as he took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure
āIm sorry.. you have the wrong guy, i donāt know a sixā
This doesnāt seem to stop the other man, he stood up from his hunched state quickly charging at driver and slamming him to the ground
His head smashed against the pavement, stars burst across his vision as the man ontop of him began to move, his hands quickly finding their way back to driverās throat
The stranger had leverage now, driver couldnāt do anything except kick around and slap at the mans arms before his eyes starting feeling heavy
āCarmichael stop. Weāre trying to send a message not kill him.ā
A womanās voice spoke, the hands moved away from his neck again and drivers eyes shot open as he took a deep inhale, panting heavily underneath the man.. who he could now identify as Carmichael
āOh we can still send a message by killing him Suzanne.ā
Carmichael moves, pulling a gun from his holster before pressing it against driverās temple
āWhere is six, hand him over pretty boyā
Driver swallowed harshly, this was about court. It had to be.. no one else has ever used that nickname on him
āI-i tol-ld youā¦ i have n-no clue wh-o six isā
Driver didnāt think heāll be surviving tonight, heāll die protecting court if it came down to it.. he owed him anyways right?
āMaybe this will help you rememberā
Carmichael moves the gun down to his torso, letting a shot fire and driver immediately lets out a pained yell, which only made the man laugh
āI can keep going Driver.ā
Driver didnāt speak, instead his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to think of positive thoughts to escape from the torment he was currently experiencing
āCarmichael weāre not gonna get anything out of him.. lets go.ā
Carmichael tried to put up a fight, but driver couldnāt keep up with what he was saying, his conscious drifted off as his eyes got heavier and heavier
The two CIA agents left driver in the alley to die, alone in the rain.. a gun shot wound, bruises on his neck and his head was split. And driver wasnāt far from his car. He had almost made it home
Court storms out of the med-bay as soon as he's convinced (what little convincing it took) to go out and look for Driver. It was just an undelivered text message, that wouldn't look out of the ordinary for a normal person...but they weren't normal people. They have too many ghosts chasing them, and Court's worrying in particular about the ones that want his head the most. If they'd found any whiff of his existence near Driver, they would have acted. If Lloyd Hanson wasn't worm food he'd have been even more worried about him being near Driver, but Court had watched his funeral from afar and the corpse was real.
30 miles...30 miles isn't that specific. Court's going to be looking for awhile, he knows this, and that knowledge is gnawing at his neck like a leech with knives for teeth.
Driverās breathing was starting to slow down, his body curled in on itself. He was still unconscious as the rain pattered over his form, his blood mixing with the puddles of water
His phone had been destroyed when Carmichael slammed him to the ground and if that wasnāt enough damage it was now laying in a puddle of his own blood
There wasnāt much light illuminating the alley way, there was only a neon sign that pointed towards the parking lot
Driver was gonna die soon.. he should really wake up, but he canāt.. his eyes are too heavy and the memories are too nice
He almost misses the neon sign, but he whips the car around in the rain so hard that the tires squeal for mercy before he can really think too much about it. If whoever had done this (It was Denny and Suzanne he knows it he KNOWS) was nearby they would've heard him, but he has enough ammo to put up a fight if need be...he just hopes it won't come to that. The car's headlights spill down the alley...and over Driver lying curled in on himself, motionless, in a puddle. The puddle is too dark to be rain and his jacket's too dark to just be damp, and Court swears under his breath as he climbs out of the car and skids to his knees to reach him faster with no regard for how his knees are now bruised.
Hey, no no no. Come on, let me see those eyes...
He's careful as he unzips Driver's jacket to assess the wound, but his fingers slip in the blood and graze over the gunshot wound and Court freezes. He'd been hoping it wasn't more serious than a stab wound, but the heat-cauterized edges and scorch marks on white satin tell him that not only was Driver shot...but he was shot point blank. The gun was all but pressed to his skin, this was personal. Court kneels and braces his hands under Driver's shoulder's and knees, carefully picking him up. Was moving him smart? Probably not, but every minute they spent out in the open was another minute they were both at risk and he was already hurrying back to his borrowed car. He'd worry about blood on the seats later when they were both safe.
Driver groans when he gets pick up, his face pinches in pain.. a physical reaction, not one that driver was aware of doing
The blood was everywhereās he was bleeding from the gunshot wound and the back of his head, he was pale from the amount of blood that heād lost
When he gets put down in the car he gets one last surge of adrenaline and pushes at the mans chest, barely any strength in the shove. his voice hoarse and weak as he spoke
āDonāt hurt him.. heās got family to take care of.. they need himā
His eyes arenāt open when he speaks, he thinks heās talking to Carmichael, and heās out again after he speaks, hand dropping from courtās chest and his head lolled to the side
"Fuck fuck fuck. Hey, I'm right here. Not going anywhere, nobody hurt me," Court whispers and brushes Driver's hair away from his forehead, and he bundles the man all but into his lap as he whips the car away from the curb with another sickening screech--if he'd tried that in Driver's car he suspects the man would've woken up just to hit him, he would've deserved it. He would've welcomed it, actually. If there are eyes on the rooftops Court isn't paying attention to them, his attention is being divided between not wrapping the car around a pole and making sure Driver doesn't die in his arms.
Options are...limited. Hospital was probably the best place Driver could be right now, but did Court want to risk it right now? Absolutely not. He didn't trust a single soul anywhere in the vicinity with Driver right now, not if no one had bothered calling the police when they heard the gunshot. He'd patched up bullet wounds on himself countless times, fished the bullets out with his fingers too. He can do this, but it's going to hurt. Badly. Court grimaces before he apologizes, and he digs his knuckles into Driver's sternum to wake him--He knows a sternal rub hurts like hell, but it might bring him around for a few minutes, at least until they get somewhere safe.
Safe. The biodome. Not how he wants any of them to meet Driver, but it might be his best bet at survival. God, if only he's fast enough. "You with me, pretty boy..?"
He whines out an āowwwā after court rubs his knuckles against his sternum, his eyes cracking open slightly as he tries to make sense of his surroundings
āCourtā¦? Whatās going on?ā
He tries to move but a sharp pain is his head and torso stops him, he has no memory of what happened.. the last thing he remembers is being at the animal shelter
His throat hurts too, he moves his hands to his neck and winces as he presses against the handprinted bruise, and when he pulls his hand away, he sees that itās covered in blood his eyes widen in fear
āIs this mine? Or yours?ā
It hurts to talk. Whats going on.. heās starting to feel dizzy.. definitely his blood then.. but how did this happen? Did he let his guard down for the wrong person?
"Don't- Don't move, your only job is staying conscious right now. Blood's yours, I have an idea what happened but I can't confirm until you're safe."
Court's attention drifts down to Driver as he blows through a red light without a care in the world, but he can feel the weary scowl from his lap and decides to take it a little easier. On the car, at least.
"...Remember the other day, when I told you people were after me? It's- It's not Court they're after. They're after Sierra Six...and you got too close to me."
He explains the absolute bare minimum as they pause at the next stop light, and he's already fidgeting and looking away by the time he's done explaining what he can; Driver's going to want out after this, and Court isn't going to blame him or beg. Six doesn't deserve this man, as much as he wants this budding thing they have he can't risk putting Driver in danger again.
He speaks softly, but when court doesnāt look at him he lifts a hand up to the mans face, gently touching his cheek
āLook at me court..ā
He tries to swallow the pain in his throat, but it doesnāt help much, instead he opts to run his his fingers over courtās stubble as he processes what court said
āI came into this knowing people were after you.. just like you did with me.. it was bound to happen to one of us eventually.. i didnāt expect it so soon thoughā
He chuckles before wincing, his own joke was pretty stupid and definitely not the right time considering he was actively dying in the arms of the only person who was willing to put any effort into loving him
āYou found me.. thats all that matters.. and if you didnāt.. well at least i got to meet you yeah?ā
The fingers on his skin are cooler than he would have liked, but Court's glad for them either way as they graze along his jaw. Means Driver's still alive enough to move, and that's still salvageable...he hopes.
"Don't talk like that, okay? I'm not letting anything happen to you, but I'd understand if you wanted me to lose your number after...this."
This is the last stop sign before his place and he takes a beat to look down at Driver going paler and paler in his arms, and he swallows hard around an ache in his throat before things start happening very quickly; He pulls into his drive, all but sprints to the front door with Driver in his arms and his heart in his throat, and by the time Court can think again he's got Driver lying in his bed shirtless on a towel, with an array of tools at his side. Somewhere, distantly, he makes a note to get Driver's car for him as soon as he's fixed up and resting.
"This is gonna be worse than the stab wound, just so you know. And I need you to stay as awake as you can. Think you can handle that?"
āCourt.. if you go ghost on me i will personally hunt you down myself, do not delete my number.ā
Driver watches the man as he drives, his eyes beginning to droop again, the adrenaline from his sternum being rubbed has worn off
āBesidesā¦ my parents were worse, at least you care about me.ā
He groans and grumbles as court moves him around, the pain is ridiculously intense, heās never experienced this level of pain before, sure heās been in fights, cut by glass from climbing through windows as a kid or even stabbed, but none of it compares to this
āMm.. i dunno Iām tired courtā¦ i wanna rest a little longer.. five more minutes yah?ā
Driver was half daydreaming again, his mind trying to make up a happy scenario to cope with the pain.. and of course he daydreams about waking up with court
If the Grammar sucks i ask that you please ignore it, im no writer.. im deaf and im tired.
CW: violence, choking, gun, blood.. just straight angst <3
Driver had decided to go check out the animal shelter once he got off of work, he had no intention of picking up an animal today but he did want to visit the cats and see whoād be a good fit for him
Thatās how he ended up being out so late, he was walking down an alley way. Heading to his car with his hands in his pockets and his head was up. He was focused and his car wasnāt far away
Suddenly a random woman bumps into his shoulder as he walked by, he glanced over his shoulder only to see the woman never faltered in her steps, continuing to walk down the dark alleyway
Driver decides its nothing and turns back to continue walking to his car when suddenly he feels two hands on his neck. His eyes widen as panic surges up his throat. his hands shoot from his pockets to the wrists of the other man
āDo you know how long weāve waited for six to slip up?ā
Six? Who was that? Driver moved, kneeing the man in his gut, this move loosened the grip around driverās throat
He stumbled back, clutching the bruising skin as he took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure
āIm sorry.. you have the wrong guy, i donāt know a sixā
This doesnāt seem to stop the other man, he stood up from his hunched state quickly charging at driver and slamming him to the ground
His head smashed against the pavement, stars burst across his vision as the man ontop of him began to move, his hands quickly finding their way back to driverās throat
The stranger had leverage now, driver couldnāt do anything except kick around and slap at the mans arms before his eyes starting feeling heavy
āCarmichael stop. Weāre trying to send a message not kill him.ā
A womanās voice spoke, the hands moved away from his neck again and drivers eyes shot open as he took a deep inhale, panting heavily underneath the man.. who he could now identify as Carmichael
āOh we can still send a message by killing him Suzanne.ā
Carmichael moves, pulling a gun from his holster before pressing it against driverās temple
āWhere is six, hand him over pretty boyā
Driver swallowed harshly, this was about court. It had to be.. no one else has ever used that nickname on him
āI-i tol-ld youā¦ i have n-no clue wh-o six isā
Driver didnāt think heāll be surviving tonight, heāll die protecting court if it came down to it.. he owed him anyways right?
āMaybe this will help you rememberā
Carmichael moves the gun down to his torso, letting a shot fire and driver immediately lets out a pained yell, which only made the man laugh
āI can keep going Driver.ā
Driver didnāt speak, instead his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to think of positive thoughts to escape from the torment he was currently experiencing
āCarmichael weāre not gonna get anything out of him.. lets go.ā
Carmichael tried to put up a fight, but driver couldnāt keep up with what he was saying, his conscious drifted off as his eyes got heavier and heavier
The two CIA agents left driver in the alley to die, alone in the rain.. a gun shot wound, bruises on his neck and his head was split. And driver wasnāt far from his car. He had almost made it home
Court storms out of the med-bay as soon as he's convinced (what little convincing it took) to go out and look for Driver. It was just an undelivered text message, that wouldn't look out of the ordinary for a normal person...but they weren't normal people. They have too many ghosts chasing them, and Court's worrying in particular about the ones that want his head the most. If they'd found any whiff of his existence near Driver, they would have acted. If Lloyd Hanson wasn't worm food he'd have been even more worried about him being near Driver, but Court had watched his funeral from afar and the corpse was real.
30 miles...30 miles isn't that specific. Court's going to be looking for awhile, he knows this, and that knowledge is gnawing at his neck like a leech with knives for teeth.
Driverās breathing was starting to slow down, his body curled in on itself. He was still unconscious as the rain pattered over his form, his blood mixing with the puddles of water
His phone had been destroyed when Carmichael slammed him to the ground and if that wasnāt enough damage it was now laying in a puddle of his own blood
There wasnāt much light illuminating the alley way, there was only a neon sign that pointed towards the parking lot
Driver was gonna die soon.. he should really wake up, but he canāt.. his eyes are too heavy and the memories are too nice
He almost misses the neon sign, but he whips the car around in the rain so hard that the tires squeal for mercy before he can really think too much about it. If whoever had done this (It was Denny and Suzanne he knows it he KNOWS) was nearby they would've heard him, but he has enough ammo to put up a fight if need be...he just hopes it won't come to that. The car's headlights spill down the alley...and over Driver lying curled in on himself, motionless, in a puddle. The puddle is too dark to be rain and his jacket's too dark to just be damp, and Court swears under his breath as he climbs out of the car and skids to his knees to reach him faster with no regard for how his knees are now bruised.
Hey, no no no. Come on, let me see those eyes...
He's careful as he unzips Driver's jacket to assess the wound, but his fingers slip in the blood and graze over the gunshot wound and Court freezes. He'd been hoping it wasn't more serious than a stab wound, but the heat-cauterized edges and scorch marks on white satin tell him that not only was Driver shot...but he was shot point blank. The gun was all but pressed to his skin, this was personal. Court kneels and braces his hands under Driver's shoulder's and knees, carefully picking him up. Was moving him smart? Probably not, but every minute they spent out in the open was another minute they were both at risk and he was already hurrying back to his borrowed car. He'd worry about blood on the seats later when they were both safe.
Driver groans when he gets pick up, his face pinches in pain.. a physical reaction, not one that driver was aware of doing
The blood was everywhereās he was bleeding from the gunshot wound and the back of his head, he was pale from the amount of blood that heād lost
When he gets put down in the car he gets one last surge of adrenaline and pushes at the mans chest, barely any strength in the shove. his voice hoarse and weak as he spoke
āDonāt hurt him.. heās got family to take care of.. they need himā
His eyes arenāt open when he speaks, he thinks heās talking to Carmichael, and heās out again after he speaks, hand dropping from courtās chest and his head lolled to the side
"Fuck fuck fuck. Hey, I'm right here. Not going anywhere, nobody hurt me," Court whispers and brushes Driver's hair away from his forehead, and he bundles the man all but into his lap as he whips the car away from the curb with another sickening screech--if he'd tried that in Driver's car he suspects the man would've woken up just to hit him, he would've deserved it. He would've welcomed it, actually. If there are eyes on the rooftops Court isn't paying attention to them, his attention is being divided between not wrapping the car around a pole and making sure Driver doesn't die in his arms.
Options are...limited. Hospital was probably the best place Driver could be right now, but did Court want to risk it right now? Absolutely not. He didn't trust a single soul anywhere in the vicinity with Driver right now, not if no one had bothered calling the police when they heard the gunshot. He'd patched up bullet wounds on himself countless times, fished the bullets out with his fingers too. He can do this, but it's going to hurt. Badly. Court grimaces before he apologizes, and he digs his knuckles into Driver's sternum to wake him--He knows a sternal rub hurts like hell, but it might bring him around for a few minutes, at least until they get somewhere safe.
Safe. The biodome. Not how he wants any of them to meet Driver, but it might be his best bet at survival. God, if only he's fast enough. "You with me, pretty boy..?"
He whines out an āowwwā after court rubs his knuckles against his sternum, his eyes cracking open slightly as he tries to make sense of his surroundings
āCourtā¦? Whatās going on?ā
He tries to move but a sharp pain is his head and torso stops him, he has no memory of what happened.. the last thing he remembers is being at the animal shelter
His throat hurts too, he moves his hands to his neck and winces as he presses against the handprinted bruise, and when he pulls his hand away, he sees that itās covered in blood his eyes widen in fear
āIs this mine? Or yours?ā
It hurts to talk. Whats going on.. heās starting to feel dizzy.. definitely his blood then.. but how did this happen? Did he let his guard down for the wrong person?
"Don't- Don't move, your only job is staying conscious right now. Blood's yours, I have an idea what happened but I can't confirm until you're safe."
Court's attention drifts down to Driver as he blows through a red light without a care in the world, but he can feel the weary scowl from his lap and decides to take it a little easier. On the car, at least.
"...Remember the other day, when I told you people were after me? It's- It's not Court they're after. They're after Sierra Six...and you got too close to me."
He explains the absolute bare minimum as they pause at the next stop light, and he's already fidgeting and looking away by the time he's done explaining what he can; Driver's going to want out after this, and Court isn't going to blame him or beg. Six doesn't deserve this man, as much as he wants this budding thing they have he can't risk putting Driver in danger again.
He speaks softly, but when court doesnāt look at him he lifts a hand up to the mans face, gently touching his cheek
āLook at me court..ā
He tries to swallow the pain in his throat, but it doesnāt help much, instead he opts to run his his fingers over courtās stubble as he processes what court said
āI came into this knowing people were after you.. just like you did with me.. it was bound to happen to one of us eventually.. i didnāt expect it so soon thoughā
He chuckles before wincing, his own joke was pretty stupid and definitely not the right time considering he was actively dying in the arms of the only person who was willing to put any effort into loving him
āYou found me.. thats all that matters.. and if you didnāt.. well at least i got to meet you yeah?ā
If the Grammar sucks i ask that you please ignore it, im no writer.. im deaf and im tired.
CW: violence, choking, gun, blood.. just straight angst <3
Driver had decided to go check out the animal shelter once he got off of work, he had no intention of picking up an animal today but he did want to visit the cats and see whoād be a good fit for him
Thatās how he ended up being out so late, he was walking down an alley way. Heading to his car with his hands in his pockets and his head was up. He was focused and his car wasnāt far away
Suddenly a random woman bumps into his shoulder as he walked by, he glanced over his shoulder only to see the woman never faltered in her steps, continuing to walk down the dark alleyway
Driver decides its nothing and turns back to continue walking to his car when suddenly he feels two hands on his neck. His eyes widen as panic surges up his throat. his hands shoot from his pockets to the wrists of the other man
āDo you know how long weāve waited for six to slip up?ā
Six? Who was that? Driver moved, kneeing the man in his gut, this move loosened the grip around driverās throat
He stumbled back, clutching the bruising skin as he took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure
āIm sorry.. you have the wrong guy, i donāt know a sixā
This doesnāt seem to stop the other man, he stood up from his hunched state quickly charging at driver and slamming him to the ground
His head smashed against the pavement, stars burst across his vision as the man ontop of him began to move, his hands quickly finding their way back to driverās throat
The stranger had leverage now, driver couldnāt do anything except kick around and slap at the mans arms before his eyes starting feeling heavy
āCarmichael stop. Weāre trying to send a message not kill him.ā
A womanās voice spoke, the hands moved away from his neck again and drivers eyes shot open as he took a deep inhale, panting heavily underneath the man.. who he could now identify as Carmichael
āOh we can still send a message by killing him Suzanne.ā
Carmichael moves, pulling a gun from his holster before pressing it against driverās temple
āWhere is six, hand him over pretty boyā
Driver swallowed harshly, this was about court. It had to be.. no one else has ever used that nickname on him
āI-i tol-ld youā¦ i have n-no clue wh-o six isā
Driver didnāt think heāll be surviving tonight, heāll die protecting court if it came down to it.. he owed him anyways right?
āMaybe this will help you rememberā
Carmichael moves the gun down to his torso, letting a shot fire and driver immediately lets out a pained yell, which only made the man laugh
āI can keep going Driver.ā
Driver didnāt speak, instead his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to think of positive thoughts to escape from the torment he was currently experiencing
āCarmichael weāre not gonna get anything out of him.. lets go.ā
Carmichael tried to put up a fight, but driver couldnāt keep up with what he was saying, his conscious drifted off as his eyes got heavier and heavier
The two CIA agents left driver in the alley to die, alone in the rain.. a gun shot wound, bruises on his neck and his head was split. And driver wasnāt far from his car. He had almost made it home
Court storms out of the med-bay as soon as he's convinced (what little convincing it took) to go out and look for Driver. It was just an undelivered text message, that wouldn't look out of the ordinary for a normal person...but they weren't normal people. They have too many ghosts chasing them, and Court's worrying in particular about the ones that want his head the most. If they'd found any whiff of his existence near Driver, they would have acted. If Lloyd Hanson wasn't worm food he'd have been even more worried about him being near Driver, but Court had watched his funeral from afar and the corpse was real.
30 miles...30 miles isn't that specific. Court's going to be looking for awhile, he knows this, and that knowledge is gnawing at his neck like a leech with knives for teeth.
Driverās breathing was starting to slow down, his body curled in on itself. He was still unconscious as the rain pattered over his form, his blood mixing with the puddles of water
His phone had been destroyed when Carmichael slammed him to the ground and if that wasnāt enough damage it was now laying in a puddle of his own blood
There wasnāt much light illuminating the alley way, there was only a neon sign that pointed towards the parking lot
Driver was gonna die soon.. he should really wake up, but he canāt.. his eyes are too heavy and the memories are too nice
He almost misses the neon sign, but he whips the car around in the rain so hard that the tires squeal for mercy before he can really think too much about it. If whoever had done this (It was Denny and Suzanne he knows it he KNOWS) was nearby they would've heard him, but he has enough ammo to put up a fight if need be...he just hopes it won't come to that. The car's headlights spill down the alley...and over Driver lying curled in on himself, motionless, in a puddle. The puddle is too dark to be rain and his jacket's too dark to just be damp, and Court swears under his breath as he climbs out of the car and skids to his knees to reach him faster with no regard for how his knees are now bruised.
Hey, no no no. Come on, let me see those eyes...
He's careful as he unzips Driver's jacket to assess the wound, but his fingers slip in the blood and graze over the gunshot wound and Court freezes. He'd been hoping it wasn't more serious than a stab wound, but the heat-cauterized edges and scorch marks on white satin tell him that not only was Driver shot...but he was shot point blank. The gun was all but pressed to his skin, this was personal. Court kneels and braces his hands under Driver's shoulder's and knees, carefully picking him up. Was moving him smart? Probably not, but every minute they spent out in the open was another minute they were both at risk and he was already hurrying back to his borrowed car. He'd worry about blood on the seats later when they were both safe.
Driver groans when he gets pick up, his face pinches in pain.. a physical reaction, not one that driver was aware of doing
The blood was everywhereās he was bleeding from the gunshot wound and the back of his head, he was pale from the amount of blood that heād lost
When he gets put down in the car he gets one last surge of adrenaline and pushes at the mans chest, barely any strength in the shove. his voice hoarse and weak as he spoke
āDonāt hurt him.. heās got family to take care of.. they need himā
His eyes arenāt open when he speaks, he thinks heās talking to Carmichael, and heās out again after he speaks, hand dropping from courtās chest and his head lolled to the side
"Fuck fuck fuck. Hey, I'm right here. Not going anywhere, nobody hurt me," Court whispers and brushes Driver's hair away from his forehead, and he bundles the man all but into his lap as he whips the car away from the curb with another sickening screech--if he'd tried that in Driver's car he suspects the man would've woken up just to hit him, he would've deserved it. He would've welcomed it, actually. If there are eyes on the rooftops Court isn't paying attention to them, his attention is being divided between not wrapping the car around a pole and making sure Driver doesn't die in his arms.
Options are...limited. Hospital was probably the best place Driver could be right now, but did Court want to risk it right now? Absolutely not. He didn't trust a single soul anywhere in the vicinity with Driver right now, not if no one had bothered calling the police when they heard the gunshot. He'd patched up bullet wounds on himself countless times, fished the bullets out with his fingers too. He can do this, but it's going to hurt. Badly. Court grimaces before he apologizes, and he digs his knuckles into Driver's sternum to wake him--He knows a sternal rub hurts like hell, but it might bring him around for a few minutes, at least until they get somewhere safe.
Safe. The biodome. Not how he wants any of them to meet Driver, but it might be his best bet at survival. God, if only he's fast enough. "You with me, pretty boy..?"
He whines out an āowwwā after court rubs his knuckles against his sternum, his eyes cracking open slightly as he tries to make sense of his surroundings
āCourtā¦? Whatās going on?ā
He tries to move but a sharp pain is his head and torso stops him, he has no memory of what happened.. the last thing he remembers is being at the animal shelter
His throat hurts too, he moves his hands to his neck and winces as he presses against the handprinted bruise, and when he pulls his hand away, he sees that itās covered in blood his eyes widen in fear
āIs this mine? Or yours?ā
It hurts to talk. Whats going on.. heās starting to feel dizzy.. definitely his blood then.. but how did this happen? Did he let his guard down for the wrong person?
If the Grammar sucks i ask that you please ignore it, im no writer.. im deaf and im tired.
CW: violence, choking, gun, blood.. just straight angst <3
Driver had decided to go check out the animal shelter once he got off of work, he had no intention of picking up an animal today but he did want to visit the cats and see whoād be a good fit for him
Thatās how he ended up being out so late, he was walking down an alley way. Heading to his car with his hands in his pockets and his head was up. He was focused and his car wasnāt far away
Suddenly a random woman bumps into his shoulder as he walked by, he glanced over his shoulder only to see the woman never faltered in her steps, continuing to walk down the dark alleyway
Driver decides its nothing and turns back to continue walking to his car when suddenly he feels two hands on his neck. His eyes widen as panic surges up his throat. his hands shoot from his pockets to the wrists of the other man
āDo you know how long weāve waited for six to slip up?ā
Six? Who was that? Driver moved, kneeing the man in his gut, this move loosened the grip around driverās throat
He stumbled back, clutching the bruising skin as he took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure
āIm sorry.. you have the wrong guy, i donāt know a sixā
This doesnāt seem to stop the other man, he stood up from his hunched state quickly charging at driver and slamming him to the ground
His head smashed against the pavement, stars burst across his vision as the man ontop of him began to move, his hands quickly finding their way back to driverās throat
The stranger had leverage now, driver couldnāt do anything except kick around and slap at the mans arms before his eyes starting feeling heavy
āCarmichael stop. Weāre trying to send a message not kill him.ā
A womanās voice spoke, the hands moved away from his neck again and drivers eyes shot open as he took a deep inhale, panting heavily underneath the man.. who he could now identify as Carmichael
āOh we can still send a message by killing him Suzanne.ā
Carmichael moves, pulling a gun from his holster before pressing it against driverās temple
āWhere is six, hand him over pretty boyā
Driver swallowed harshly, this was about court. It had to be.. no one else has ever used that nickname on him
āI-i tol-ld youā¦ i have n-no clue wh-o six isā
Driver didnāt think heāll be surviving tonight, heāll die protecting court if it came down to it.. he owed him anyways right?
āMaybe this will help you rememberā
Carmichael moves the gun down to his torso, letting a shot fire and driver immediately lets out a pained yell, which only made the man laugh
āI can keep going Driver.ā
Driver didnāt speak, instead his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to think of positive thoughts to escape from the torment he was currently experiencing
āCarmichael weāre not gonna get anything out of him.. lets go.ā
Carmichael tried to put up a fight, but driver couldnāt keep up with what he was saying, his conscious drifted off as his eyes got heavier and heavier
The two CIA agents left driver in the alley to die, alone in the rain.. a gun shot wound, bruises on his neck and his head was split. And driver wasnāt far from his car. He had almost made it home
Court storms out of the med-bay as soon as he's convinced (what little convincing it took) to go out and look for Driver. It was just an undelivered text message, that wouldn't look out of the ordinary for a normal person...but they weren't normal people. They have too many ghosts chasing them, and Court's worrying in particular about the ones that want his head the most. If they'd found any whiff of his existence near Driver, they would have acted. If Lloyd Hanson wasn't worm food he'd have been even more worried about him being near Driver, but Court had watched his funeral from afar and the corpse was real.
30 miles...30 miles isn't that specific. Court's going to be looking for awhile, he knows this, and that knowledge is gnawing at his neck like a leech with knives for teeth.
Driverās breathing was starting to slow down, his body curled in on itself. He was still unconscious as the rain pattered over his form, his blood mixing with the puddles of water
His phone had been destroyed when Carmichael slammed him to the ground and if that wasnāt enough damage it was now laying in a puddle of his own blood
There wasnāt much light illuminating the alley way, there was only a neon sign that pointed towards the parking lot
Driver was gonna die soon.. he should really wake up, but he canāt.. his eyes are too heavy and the memories are too nice
He almost misses the neon sign, but he whips the car around in the rain so hard that the tires squeal for mercy before he can really think too much about it. If whoever had done this (It was Denny and Suzanne he knows it he KNOWS) was nearby they would've heard him, but he has enough ammo to put up a fight if need be...he just hopes it won't come to that. The car's headlights spill down the alley...and over Driver lying curled in on himself, motionless, in a puddle. The puddle is too dark to be rain and his jacket's too dark to just be damp, and Court swears under his breath as he climbs out of the car and skids to his knees to reach him faster with no regard for how his knees are now bruised.
Hey, no no no. Come on, let me see those eyes...
He's careful as he unzips Driver's jacket to assess the wound, but his fingers slip in the blood and graze over the gunshot wound and Court freezes. He'd been hoping it wasn't more serious than a stab wound, but the heat-cauterized edges and scorch marks on white satin tell him that not only was Driver shot...but he was shot point blank. The gun was all but pressed to his skin, this was personal. Court kneels and braces his hands under Driver's shoulder's and knees, carefully picking him up. Was moving him smart? Probably not, but every minute they spent out in the open was another minute they were both at risk and he was already hurrying back to his borrowed car. He'd worry about blood on the seats later when they were both safe.
Driver groans when he gets pick up, his face pinches in pain.. a physical reaction, not one that driver was aware of doing
The blood was everywhereās he was bleeding from the gunshot wound and the back of his head, he was pale from the amount of blood that heād lost
When he gets put down in the car he gets one last surge of adrenaline and pushes at the mans chest, barely any strength in the shove. his voice hoarse and weak as he spoke
āDonāt hurt him.. heās got family to take care of.. they need himā
His eyes arenāt open when he speaks, he thinks heās talking to Carmichael, and heās out again after he speaks, hand dropping from courtās chest and his head lolled to the side
If the Grammar sucks i ask that you please ignore it, im no writer.. im deaf and im tired.
CW: violence, choking, gun, blood.. just straight angst <3
Driver had decided to go check out the animal shelter once he got off of work, he had no intention of picking up an animal today but he did want to visit the cats and see whoād be a good fit for him
Thatās how he ended up being out so late, he was walking down an alley way. Heading to his car with his hands in his pockets and his head was up. He was focused and his car wasnāt far away
Suddenly a random woman bumps into his shoulder as he walked by, he glanced over his shoulder only to see the woman never faltered in her steps, continuing to walk down the dark alleyway
Driver decides its nothing and turns back to continue walking to his car when suddenly he feels two hands on his neck. His eyes widen as panic surges up his throat. his hands shoot from his pockets to the wrists of the other man
āDo you know how long weāve waited for six to slip up?ā
Six? Who was that? Driver moved, kneeing the man in his gut, this move loosened the grip around driverās throat
He stumbled back, clutching the bruising skin as he took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure
āIm sorry.. you have the wrong guy, i donāt know a sixā
This doesnāt seem to stop the other man, he stood up from his hunched state quickly charging at driver and slamming him to the ground
His head smashed against the pavement, stars burst across his vision as the man ontop of him began to move, his hands quickly finding their way back to driverās throat
The stranger had leverage now, driver couldnāt do anything except kick around and slap at the mans arms before his eyes starting feeling heavy
āCarmichael stop. Weāre trying to send a message not kill him.ā
A womanās voice spoke, the hands moved away from his neck again and drivers eyes shot open as he took a deep inhale, panting heavily underneath the man.. who he could now identify as Carmichael
āOh we can still send a message by killing him Suzanne.ā
Carmichael moves, pulling a gun from his holster before pressing it against driverās temple
āWhere is six, hand him over pretty boyā
Driver swallowed harshly, this was about court. It had to be.. no one else has ever used that nickname on him
āI-i tol-ld youā¦ i have n-no clue wh-o six isā
Driver didnāt think heāll be surviving tonight, heāll die protecting court if it came down to it.. he owed him anyways right?
āMaybe this will help you rememberā
Carmichael moves the gun down to his torso, letting a shot fire and driver immediately lets out a pained yell, which only made the man laugh
āI can keep going Driver.ā
Driver didnāt speak, instead his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to think of positive thoughts to escape from the torment he was currently experiencing
āCarmichael weāre not gonna get anything out of him.. lets go.ā
Carmichael tried to put up a fight, but driver couldnāt keep up with what he was saying, his conscious drifted off as his eyes got heavier and heavier
The two CIA agents left driver in the alley to die, alone in the rain.. a gun shot wound, bruises on his neck and his head was split. And driver wasnāt far from his car. He had almost made it home
Court storms out of the med-bay as soon as he's convinced (what little convincing it took) to go out and look for Driver. It was just an undelivered text message, that wouldn't look out of the ordinary for a normal person...but they weren't normal people. They have too many ghosts chasing them, and Court's worrying in particular about the ones that want his head the most. If they'd found any whiff of his existence near Driver, they would have acted. If Lloyd Hanson wasn't worm food he'd have been even more worried about him being near Driver, but Court had watched his funeral from afar and the corpse was real.
30 miles...30 miles isn't that specific. Court's going to be looking for awhile, he knows this, and that knowledge is gnawing at his neck like a leech with knives for teeth.
Driverās breathing was starting to slow down, his body curled in on itself. He was still unconscious as the rain pattered over his form, his blood mixing with the puddles of water
His phone had been destroyed when Carmichael slammed him to the ground and if that wasnāt enough damage it was now laying in a puddle of his own blood
There wasnāt much light illuminating the alley way, there was only a neon sign that pointed towards the parking lot
Driver was gonna die soon.. he should really wake up, but he canāt.. his eyes are too heavy and the memories are too nice
If the Grammar sucks i ask that you please ignore it, im no writer.. im deaf and im tired.
CW: violence, choking, gun, blood.. just straight angst <3
Driver had decided to go check out the animal shelter once he got off of work, he had no intention of picking up an animal today but he did want to visit the cats and see whoād be a good fit for him
Thatās how he ended up being out so late, he was walking down an alley way. Heading to his car with his hands in his pockets and his head was up. He was focused and his car wasnāt far away
Suddenly a random woman bumps into his shoulder as he walked by, he glanced over his shoulder only to see the woman never faltered in her steps, continuing to walk down the dark alleyway
Driver decides its nothing and turns back to continue walking to his car when suddenly he feels two hands on his neck. His eyes widen as panic surges up his throat. his hands shoot from his pockets to the wrists of the other man
āDo you know how long weāve waited for six to slip up?ā
Six? Who was that? Driver moved, kneeing the man in his gut, this move loosened the grip around driverās throat
He stumbled back, clutching the bruising skin as he took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure
āIm sorry.. you have the wrong guy, i donāt know a sixā
This doesnāt seem to stop the other man, he stood up from his hunched state quickly charging at driver and slamming him to the ground
His head smashed against the pavement, stars burst across his vision as the man ontop of him began to move, his hands quickly finding their way back to driverās throat
The stranger had leverage now, driver couldnāt do anything except kick around and slap at the mans arms before his eyes starting feeling heavy
āCarmichael stop. Weāre trying to send a message not kill him.ā
A womanās voice spoke, the hands moved away from his neck again and drivers eyes shot open as he took a deep inhale, panting heavily underneath the man.. who he could now identify as Carmichael
āOh we can still send a message by killing him Suzanne.ā
Carmichael moves, pulling a gun from his holster before pressing it against driverās temple
āWhere is six, hand him over pretty boyā
Driver swallowed harshly, this was about court. It had to be.. no one else has ever used that nickname on him
āI-i tol-ld youā¦ i have n-no clue wh-o six isā
Driver didnāt think heāll be surviving tonight, heāll die protecting court if it came down to it.. he owed him anyways right?
āMaybe this will help you rememberā
Carmichael moves the gun down to his torso, letting a shot fire and driver immediately lets out a pained yell, which only made the man laugh
āI can keep going Driver.ā
Driver didnāt speak, instead his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to think of positive thoughts to escape from the torment he was currently experiencing
āCarmichael weāre not gonna get anything out of him.. lets go.ā
Carmichael tried to put up a fight, but driver couldnāt keep up with what he was saying, his conscious drifted off as his eyes got heavier and heavier
The two CIA agents left driver in the alley to die, alone in the rain.. a gun shot wound, bruises on his neck and his head was split. And driver wasnāt far from his car. He had almost made it home
Rylee hummed to Rocky about the morning as the two approached Driverās shop. She had strapped a bag onto Rocky that morning, just some pantries that the Eridian insisted on keeping warm. āHey Driver!ā She spoke out loud, seeing the man head first into the engine.
She felt bad about how she had left so suddenly yesterday, however her joints had been killing her all day and Courtās question being fresh on her mind was not a great combination. Sheād leave the finding the answers for Tuesday.
āSorry again about yesterday. But I brought some breakfast.ā She smiled.
Driver looks up from the hood of the car when he hears someone call his name, he instinctively moves to grab the wrench beside him but stops when he notices its just rylee
Oh hey Rylee..
He moves away from the open hood, grabbing a rag to clean the engine oil off of his hands, which doesnāt clean much, his shirt is covered in the oil and he has a smudge of it on his face
Donāt worry about yesterday, i donāt mind.. and thank you, for the breakfast. How was your visit with Sebastian?
He takes the food that Rylee offers him, inspecting it before deciding itās probably safe to eat and he takes a bite of the food
āHeās really good at playing jazz.ā She smirks. āLike really good. It was nice hearing live music again.ā
She smiles seeing him covered in oil. Just like her Driver.
āDo you have any plans for today? I mean, aside from fixing cars.ā She was now very interested in learning about all of their hobbies. She needed more ammo for gifts next time.
She smiles. āThatās so neat, youāll love the shelters. They have all sorts of animals there!ā She pauses. āI hope youāre safe when youā¦wreck the cars. Please donāt get hurt.ā
āIām heading back to help Court, I promised I would. Donāt want to back down on a promise. Besides, he could really use it.ā She sighed. āHeās been doing way too much recently.ā
The cars are super safe, i mean thereās always a risk in the stunt business but thereās a lot of precautions put in place. The worst injury Iāve had is just a sore backļæ¼
He canāt help but smile, though it looks a little sad
Yeah court.. he pushes himself a lot, doesnāt let himself rest.. which Iām the same way but iāll still worry about him, well whatever heās up to just tell him its okay to relax..
Thatās amazing, your sister is.. the colt of this world right?
He didnāt understand the whole multiverse thing, science wasnāt his strong suit. Not that he had tried to pay attention in school to begin with.. his home life was.. pathetic to say the least.. and he was orphaned at sixteen, so he had bigger issues than trying to understand math and physics
Oh donāt worry about me.. ill be fine so long as i take all the necessary precautions
āAnd keep his guard up better so he doesnāt get stabbed in the back next timeā he voices in his head, not something worth sharing out loud.. he doesnāt need more people worried about him
you take care of yourself though.. and try knocking some sense into court, if he doesnāt listen make sure heās eating, drinking and sleeping at the very least
He smiles, his walls starting to come down as he begins talking more. He takes another bite of the food before covering his mouth with his hand as he speaks
āYeah! Colt Seavers as you would know him, but Colleen was actually my twin. She doubled for the most well known actress in our world, Tammy Rider. She was pretty good at her job, even if it scared me.ā Rylee spoke proudly.
āDonāt worry about me, if Iām not doing what I need to Rocky gets very upset.ā She laughed. āBut I do plan on knocking some sense into him. Somehow heās worse than I am at taking care of himself.ā She teased.
āI have not yet, no. I wanted to make sure you had something to eat first.ā She smiled. āI had my friend Monty McTreat make them just this morning.ā
And i assume that Tammy Ryder tried to kill Colleen Seavers just like tom Ryder tried to kill colt?
His brows furrow as he tries to piece everything together, he remembers Rylee mentioning something about being cousins.. which means that driver in her world wasnāt alone
So did your driver have a better life then? I remember you mentioning something about being family but i think itās different here.. i have no family, i was an only child and my parentsā¦ well theyāreā¦ yeah.
Maybe driverās life was a blip in this dimension, maybe he wasnāt supposed to be alive, and he wouldnāt have minded being dead before he met court.. but now heās got court.. and heās growing close with Rylee and Sebastian, his views on life are beginning to change
Sorry i donāt quite understand this dimension stuffā¦ Iām not.. smart in that field
He glances down at the food in his hand before extending it out to Rylee, offering the half he hasnāt ate yet
Here.. and before you say noā¦ please take it, Iām sure all that dimension travelling takes a toll on you
āā¦Tammyā¦what?ā She looked at him in utter confusion before blinking it away. Thatās an issue for another day.
āYeah, dimension rules are weird. Our worlds are different. They may be somewhat the same, but they can be different. You may not have family here, but my driver was pretty close to the family. Wouldāve considered her a cousin. Not really blood related.ā She spoke, trying to avoid a ramble.
āDonāt worry about not understanding. I think Iām probably the only one who really knows. None of this was taught in my schools, Iām just winging it.ā
She nods, but accepts the bag again. āItās not really that rough on the body for some reason. Iām still trying to figure out why. Running theory is the stabilizer Iām forced to wear. But I appreciate the thought.ā
He smiles at the thought that somewhere out there and someplace out there, there was a version of him who didnāt have to grow up alone and learn to live alone
It must be hard trying to explain everything to people.. i hope it doesnāt get to annoying and repetitive
He nods along as she speaks, he has no idea what a stabilizer is but he goes along with it. Now that his hands were empty he decided to fidget with the toy car she had given him
So how long are you around? Im sure it must be nice talking to other people after so long.. no offence rocky
He chuckles, at first he wouldnāt mind being on the ship that Rylee talks about.. but then he thinks about court, before court he wouldāve survived the isolation.. provided he had his car which probably couldnāt happen.. yeah he changes his mind.. without the car or court being on that ship would suck
She shrugged. "Sometimes, yes. It usually depends on whether or not the other person is willing to listen or not. If they aren't going to listen they'll just brush me off."
She hummed. "Yeah, it's nice to talk with others. We both understand. Been a while since Rocky's spoken with other Eridians too. I have to stay 'til at least Tuesday morning. Theres a 3 day cooldown on the device, but as long as I have my stabilizer I can stay as long as I want."
Rylee laughed. "I wouldn't expect anyone to. But if you really want to know just a bit I'd be willing to tell you."
She nods at the question. "I mean, unless I'm needed here for more time and my stabilizer still has enough power I can stay as long as I want. But the idea is to go home Tuesday."
She didn't want to risk her stabilizer loosing power. That would not be fun.
She chuckled. āYeah, that is fair! As much as I miss talking with people I am terribly out of practice.ā
She smiled lightly seeing him mess with the car. āThe stabilizer isā¦what keeps me stable in other dimensions. If it runs out of a charge or I loose it somehow, my molecules will startā¦disassembling. Iām not from this dimension, and this universe knows. Without the stabilizer tuned into my dimension I would be ripped apart within 24 hours. Itās very painful.ā She explained. āItās designed to look like something we would have on us as to not draw attention to it.ā
He winces at the thought of.. whatever sort of torture Rylee was talking about, that would be a terrifying and terrible experience
That doesnāt sound pleasant..
He glances down at the toy car in his hands before he pockets it again and he picks up a car part that he had finished working on, bringing over to a different car than earlier and he starts to install it.. he couldnāt stand idly anymore.. besides he can still chat while he worked
So say that did happen.. how could you fix the situation without.. dying? I would assume thereās a plan B if plan A.. which is this.. doesnāt work out
Rylee hummed to Rocky about the morning as the two approached Driverās shop. She had strapped a bag onto Rocky that morning, just some pantries that the Eridian insisted on keeping warm. āHey Driver!ā She spoke out loud, seeing the man head first into the engine.
She felt bad about how she had left so suddenly yesterday, however her joints had been killing her all day and Courtās question being fresh on her mind was not a great combination. Sheād leave the finding the answers for Tuesday.
āSorry again about yesterday. But I brought some breakfast.ā She smiled.
Driver looks up from the hood of the car when he hears someone call his name, he instinctively moves to grab the wrench beside him but stops when he notices its just rylee
Oh hey Rylee..
He moves away from the open hood, grabbing a rag to clean the engine oil off of his hands, which doesnāt clean much, his shirt is covered in the oil and he has a smudge of it on his face
Donāt worry about yesterday, i donāt mind.. and thank you, for the breakfast. How was your visit with Sebastian?
He takes the food that Rylee offers him, inspecting it before deciding itās probably safe to eat and he takes a bite of the food
āHeās really good at playing jazz.ā She smirks. āLike really good. It was nice hearing live music again.ā
She smiles seeing him covered in oil. Just like her Driver.
āDo you have any plans for today? I mean, aside from fixing cars.ā She was now very interested in learning about all of their hobbies. She needed more ammo for gifts next time.
She smiles. āThatās so neat, youāll love the shelters. They have all sorts of animals there!ā She pauses. āI hope youāre safe when youā¦wreck the cars. Please donāt get hurt.ā
āIām heading back to help Court, I promised I would. Donāt want to back down on a promise. Besides, he could really use it.ā She sighed. āHeās been doing way too much recently.ā
The cars are super safe, i mean thereās always a risk in the stunt business but thereās a lot of precautions put in place. The worst injury Iāve had is just a sore backļæ¼
He canāt help but smile, though it looks a little sad
Yeah court.. he pushes himself a lot, doesnāt let himself rest.. which Iām the same way but iāll still worry about him, well whatever heās up to just tell him its okay to relax..
Thatās amazing, your sister is.. the colt of this world right?
He didnāt understand the whole multiverse thing, science wasnāt his strong suit. Not that he had tried to pay attention in school to begin with.. his home life was.. pathetic to say the least.. and he was orphaned at sixteen, so he had bigger issues than trying to understand math and physics
Oh donāt worry about me.. ill be fine so long as i take all the necessary precautions
āAnd keep his guard up better so he doesnāt get stabbed in the back next timeā he voices in his head, not something worth sharing out loud.. he doesnāt need more people worried about him
you take care of yourself though.. and try knocking some sense into court, if he doesnāt listen make sure heās eating, drinking and sleeping at the very least
He smiles, his walls starting to come down as he begins talking more. He takes another bite of the food before covering his mouth with his hand as he speaks
āYeah! Colt Seavers as you would know him, but Colleen was actually my twin. She doubled for the most well known actress in our world, Tammy Rider. She was pretty good at her job, even if it scared me.ā Rylee spoke proudly.
āDonāt worry about me, if Iām not doing what I need to Rocky gets very upset.ā She laughed. āBut I do plan on knocking some sense into him. Somehow heās worse than I am at taking care of himself.ā She teased.
āI have not yet, no. I wanted to make sure you had something to eat first.ā She smiled. āI had my friend Monty McTreat make them just this morning.ā
And i assume that Tammy Ryder tried to kill Colleen Seavers just like tom Ryder tried to kill colt?
His brows furrow as he tries to piece everything together, he remembers Rylee mentioning something about being cousins.. which means that driver in her world wasnāt alone
So did your driver have a better life then? I remember you mentioning something about being family but i think itās different here.. i have no family, i was an only child and my parentsā¦ well theyāreā¦ yeah.
Maybe driverās life was a blip in this dimension, maybe he wasnāt supposed to be alive, and he wouldnāt have minded being dead before he met court.. but now heās got court.. and heās growing close with Rylee and Sebastian, his views on life are beginning to change
Sorry i donāt quite understand this dimension stuffā¦ Iām not.. smart in that field
He glances down at the food in his hand before extending it out to Rylee, offering the half he hasnāt ate yet
Here.. and before you say noā¦ please take it, Iām sure all that dimension travelling takes a toll on you
āā¦Tammyā¦what?ā She looked at him in utter confusion before blinking it away. Thatās an issue for another day.
āYeah, dimension rules are weird. Our worlds are different. They may be somewhat the same, but they can be different. You may not have family here, but my driver was pretty close to the family. Wouldāve considered her a cousin. Not really blood related.ā She spoke, trying to avoid a ramble.
āDonāt worry about not understanding. I think Iām probably the only one who really knows. None of this was taught in my schools, Iām just winging it.ā
She nods, but accepts the bag again. āItās not really that rough on the body for some reason. Iām still trying to figure out why. Running theory is the stabilizer Iām forced to wear. But I appreciate the thought.ā
He smiles at the thought that somewhere out there and someplace out there, there was a version of him who didnāt have to grow up alone and learn to live alone
It must be hard trying to explain everything to people.. i hope it doesnāt get to annoying and repetitive
He nods along as she speaks, he has no idea what a stabilizer is but he goes along with it. Now that his hands were empty he decided to fidget with the toy car she had given him
So how long are you around? Im sure it must be nice talking to other people after so long.. no offence rocky
He chuckles, at first he wouldnāt mind being on the ship that Rylee talks about.. but then he thinks about court, before court he wouldāve survived the isolation.. provided he had his car which probably couldnāt happen.. yeah he changes his mind.. without the car or court being on that ship would suck
She shrugged. "Sometimes, yes. It usually depends on whether or not the other person is willing to listen or not. If they aren't going to listen they'll just brush me off."
She hummed. "Yeah, it's nice to talk with others. We both understand. Been a while since Rocky's spoken with other Eridians too. I have to stay 'til at least Tuesday morning. Theres a 3 day cooldown on the device, but as long as I have my stabilizer I can stay as long as I want."
Rylee laughed. "I wouldn't expect anyone to. But if you really want to know just a bit I'd be willing to tell you."
She nods at the question. "I mean, unless I'm needed here for more time and my stabilizer still has enough power I can stay as long as I want. But the idea is to go home Tuesday."
She didn't want to risk her stabilizer loosing power. That would not be fun.
Ooc: what if i left driver dying in an alley way (cause and who has not been decided.. ideas are welcome) while i go offline and i enjoy my date tonight while you guys freak out <3
Rylee hummed to Rocky about the morning as the two approached Driverās shop. She had strapped a bag onto Rocky that morning, just some pantries that the Eridian insisted on keeping warm. āHey Driver!ā She spoke out loud, seeing the man head first into the engine.
She felt bad about how she had left so suddenly yesterday, however her joints had been killing her all day and Courtās question being fresh on her mind was not a great combination. Sheād leave the finding the answers for Tuesday.
āSorry again about yesterday. But I brought some breakfast.ā She smiled.
Driver looks up from the hood of the car when he hears someone call his name, he instinctively moves to grab the wrench beside him but stops when he notices its just rylee
Oh hey Rylee..
He moves away from the open hood, grabbing a rag to clean the engine oil off of his hands, which doesnāt clean much, his shirt is covered in the oil and he has a smudge of it on his face
Donāt worry about yesterday, i donāt mind.. and thank you, for the breakfast. How was your visit with Sebastian?
He takes the food that Rylee offers him, inspecting it before deciding itās probably safe to eat and he takes a bite of the food
āHeās really good at playing jazz.ā She smirks. āLike really good. It was nice hearing live music again.ā
She smiles seeing him covered in oil. Just like her Driver.
āDo you have any plans for today? I mean, aside from fixing cars.ā She was now very interested in learning about all of their hobbies. She needed more ammo for gifts next time.
She smiles. āThatās so neat, youāll love the shelters. They have all sorts of animals there!ā She pauses. āI hope youāre safe when youā¦wreck the cars. Please donāt get hurt.ā
āIām heading back to help Court, I promised I would. Donāt want to back down on a promise. Besides, he could really use it.ā She sighed. āHeās been doing way too much recently.ā
The cars are super safe, i mean thereās always a risk in the stunt business but thereās a lot of precautions put in place. The worst injury Iāve had is just a sore backļæ¼
He canāt help but smile, though it looks a little sad
Yeah court.. he pushes himself a lot, doesnāt let himself rest.. which Iām the same way but iāll still worry about him, well whatever heās up to just tell him its okay to relax..
Thatās amazing, your sister is.. the colt of this world right?
He didnāt understand the whole multiverse thing, science wasnāt his strong suit. Not that he had tried to pay attention in school to begin with.. his home life was.. pathetic to say the least.. and he was orphaned at sixteen, so he had bigger issues than trying to understand math and physics
Oh donāt worry about me.. ill be fine so long as i take all the necessary precautions
āAnd keep his guard up better so he doesnāt get stabbed in the back next timeā he voices in his head, not something worth sharing out loud.. he doesnāt need more people worried about him
you take care of yourself though.. and try knocking some sense into court, if he doesnāt listen make sure heās eating, drinking and sleeping at the very least
He smiles, his walls starting to come down as he begins talking more. He takes another bite of the food before covering his mouth with his hand as he speaks
āYeah! Colt Seavers as you would know him, but Colleen was actually my twin. She doubled for the most well known actress in our world, Tammy Rider. She was pretty good at her job, even if it scared me.ā Rylee spoke proudly.
āDonāt worry about me, if Iām not doing what I need to Rocky gets very upset.ā She laughed. āBut I do plan on knocking some sense into him. Somehow heās worse than I am at taking care of himself.ā She teased.
āI have not yet, no. I wanted to make sure you had something to eat first.ā She smiled. āI had my friend Monty McTreat make them just this morning.ā
And i assume that Tammy Ryder tried to kill Colleen Seavers just like tom Ryder tried to kill colt?
His brows furrow as he tries to piece everything together, he remembers Rylee mentioning something about being cousins.. which means that driver in her world wasnāt alone
So did your driver have a better life then? I remember you mentioning something about being family but i think itās different here.. i have no family, i was an only child and my parentsā¦ well theyāreā¦ yeah.
Maybe driverās life was a blip in this dimension, maybe he wasnāt supposed to be alive, and he wouldnāt have minded being dead before he met court.. but now heās got court.. and heās growing close with Rylee and Sebastian, his views on life are beginning to change
Sorry i donāt quite understand this dimension stuffā¦ Iām not.. smart in that field
He glances down at the food in his hand before extending it out to Rylee, offering the half he hasnāt ate yet
Here.. and before you say noā¦ please take it, Iām sure all that dimension travelling takes a toll on you
āā¦Tammyā¦what?ā She looked at him in utter confusion before blinking it away. Thatās an issue for another day.
āYeah, dimension rules are weird. Our worlds are different. They may be somewhat the same, but they can be different. You may not have family here, but my driver was pretty close to the family. Wouldāve considered her a cousin. Not really blood related.ā She spoke, trying to avoid a ramble.
āDonāt worry about not understanding. I think Iām probably the only one who really knows. None of this was taught in my schools, Iām just winging it.ā
She nods, but accepts the bag again. āItās not really that rough on the body for some reason. Iām still trying to figure out why. Running theory is the stabilizer Iām forced to wear. But I appreciate the thought.ā
He smiles at the thought that somewhere out there and someplace out there, there was a version of him who didnāt have to grow up alone and learn to live alone
It must be hard trying to explain everything to people.. i hope it doesnāt get to annoying and repetitive
He nods along as she speaks, he has no idea what a stabilizer is but he goes along with it. Now that his hands were empty he decided to fidget with the toy car she had given him
So how long are you around? Im sure it must be nice talking to other people after so long.. no offence rocky
He chuckles, at first he wouldnāt mind being on the ship that Rylee talks about.. but then he thinks about court, before court he wouldāve survived the isolation.. provided he had his car which probably couldnāt happen.. yeah he changes his mind.. without the car or court being on that ship would suck
She shrugged. "Sometimes, yes. It usually depends on whether or not the other person is willing to listen or not. If they aren't going to listen they'll just brush me off."
She hummed. "Yeah, it's nice to talk with others. We both understand. Been a while since Rocky's spoken with other Eridians too. I have to stay 'til at least Tuesday morning. Theres a 3 day cooldown on the device, but as long as I have my stabilizer I can stay as long as I want."
Rylee hummed to Rocky about the morning as the two approached Driverās shop. She had strapped a bag onto Rocky that morning, just some pantries that the Eridian insisted on keeping warm. āHey Driver!ā She spoke out loud, seeing the man head first into the engine.
She felt bad about how she had left so suddenly yesterday, however her joints had been killing her all day and Courtās question being fresh on her mind was not a great combination. Sheād leave the finding the answers for Tuesday.
āSorry again about yesterday. But I brought some breakfast.ā She smiled.
Driver looks up from the hood of the car when he hears someone call his name, he instinctively moves to grab the wrench beside him but stops when he notices its just rylee
Oh hey Rylee..
He moves away from the open hood, grabbing a rag to clean the engine oil off of his hands, which doesnāt clean much, his shirt is covered in the oil and he has a smudge of it on his face
Donāt worry about yesterday, i donāt mind.. and thank you, for the breakfast. How was your visit with Sebastian?
He takes the food that Rylee offers him, inspecting it before deciding itās probably safe to eat and he takes a bite of the food
āHeās really good at playing jazz.ā She smirks. āLike really good. It was nice hearing live music again.ā
She smiles seeing him covered in oil. Just like her Driver.
āDo you have any plans for today? I mean, aside from fixing cars.ā She was now very interested in learning about all of their hobbies. She needed more ammo for gifts next time.
She smiles. āThatās so neat, youāll love the shelters. They have all sorts of animals there!ā She pauses. āI hope youāre safe when youā¦wreck the cars. Please donāt get hurt.ā
āIām heading back to help Court, I promised I would. Donāt want to back down on a promise. Besides, he could really use it.ā She sighed. āHeās been doing way too much recently.ā
The cars are super safe, i mean thereās always a risk in the stunt business but thereās a lot of precautions put in place. The worst injury Iāve had is just a sore backļæ¼
He canāt help but smile, though it looks a little sad
Yeah court.. he pushes himself a lot, doesnāt let himself rest.. which Iām the same way but iāll still worry about him, well whatever heās up to just tell him its okay to relax..
Thatās amazing, your sister is.. the colt of this world right?
He didnāt understand the whole multiverse thing, science wasnāt his strong suit. Not that he had tried to pay attention in school to begin with.. his home life was.. pathetic to say the least.. and he was orphaned at sixteen, so he had bigger issues than trying to understand math and physics
Oh donāt worry about me.. ill be fine so long as i take all the necessary precautions
āAnd keep his guard up better so he doesnāt get stabbed in the back next timeā he voices in his head, not something worth sharing out loud.. he doesnāt need more people worried about him
you take care of yourself though.. and try knocking some sense into court, if he doesnāt listen make sure heās eating, drinking and sleeping at the very least
He smiles, his walls starting to come down as he begins talking more. He takes another bite of the food before covering his mouth with his hand as he speaks
āYeah! Colt Seavers as you would know him, but Colleen was actually my twin. She doubled for the most well known actress in our world, Tammy Rider. She was pretty good at her job, even if it scared me.ā Rylee spoke proudly.
āDonāt worry about me, if Iām not doing what I need to Rocky gets very upset.ā She laughed. āBut I do plan on knocking some sense into him. Somehow heās worse than I am at taking care of himself.ā She teased.
āI have not yet, no. I wanted to make sure you had something to eat first.ā She smiled. āI had my friend Monty McTreat make them just this morning.ā
And i assume that Tammy Ryder tried to kill Colleen Seavers just like tom Ryder tried to kill colt?
His brows furrow as he tries to piece everything together, he remembers Rylee mentioning something about being cousins.. which means that driver in her world wasnāt alone
So did your driver have a better life then? I remember you mentioning something about being family but i think itās different here.. i have no family, i was an only child and my parentsā¦ well theyāreā¦ yeah.
Maybe driverās life was a blip in this dimension, maybe he wasnāt supposed to be alive, and he wouldnāt have minded being dead before he met court.. but now heās got court.. and heās growing close with Rylee and Sebastian, his views on life are beginning to change
Sorry i donāt quite understand this dimension stuffā¦ Iām not.. smart in that field
He glances down at the food in his hand before extending it out to Rylee, offering the half he hasnāt ate yet
Here.. and before you say noā¦ please take it, Iām sure all that dimension travelling takes a toll on you
āā¦Tammyā¦what?ā She looked at him in utter confusion before blinking it away. Thatās an issue for another day.
āYeah, dimension rules are weird. Our worlds are different. They may be somewhat the same, but they can be different. You may not have family here, but my driver was pretty close to the family. Wouldāve considered her a cousin. Not really blood related.ā She spoke, trying to avoid a ramble.
āDonāt worry about not understanding. I think Iām probably the only one who really knows. None of this was taught in my schools, Iām just winging it.ā
She nods, but accepts the bag again. āItās not really that rough on the body for some reason. Iām still trying to figure out why. Running theory is the stabilizer Iām forced to wear. But I appreciate the thought.ā
He smiles at the thought that somewhere out there and someplace out there, there was a version of him who didnāt have to grow up alone and learn to live alone
It must be hard trying to explain everything to people.. i hope it doesnāt get to annoying and repetitive
He nods along as she speaks, he has no idea what a stabilizer is but he goes along with it. Now that his hands were empty he decided to fidget with the toy car she had given him
So how long are you around? Im sure it must be nice talking to other people after so long.. no offence rocky
He chuckles, at first he wouldnāt mind being on the ship that Rylee talks about.. but then he thinks about court, before court he wouldāve survived the isolation.. provided he had his car which probably couldnāt happen.. yeah he changes his mind.. without the car or court being on that ship would suck
Rylee hummed to Rocky about the morning as the two approached Driverās shop. She had strapped a bag onto Rocky that morning, just some pantries that the Eridian insisted on keeping warm. āHey Driver!ā She spoke out loud, seeing the man head first into the engine.
She felt bad about how she had left so suddenly yesterday, however her joints had been killing her all day and Courtās question being fresh on her mind was not a great combination. Sheād leave the finding the answers for Tuesday.
āSorry again about yesterday. But I brought some breakfast.ā She smiled.
Driver looks up from the hood of the car when he hears someone call his name, he instinctively moves to grab the wrench beside him but stops when he notices its just rylee
Oh hey Rylee..
He moves away from the open hood, grabbing a rag to clean the engine oil off of his hands, which doesnāt clean much, his shirt is covered in the oil and he has a smudge of it on his face
Donāt worry about yesterday, i donāt mind.. and thank you, for the breakfast. How was your visit with Sebastian?
He takes the food that Rylee offers him, inspecting it before deciding itās probably safe to eat and he takes a bite of the food
āHeās really good at playing jazz.ā She smirks. āLike really good. It was nice hearing live music again.ā
She smiles seeing him covered in oil. Just like her Driver.
āDo you have any plans for today? I mean, aside from fixing cars.ā She was now very interested in learning about all of their hobbies. She needed more ammo for gifts next time.
She smiles. āThatās so neat, youāll love the shelters. They have all sorts of animals there!ā She pauses. āI hope youāre safe when youā¦wreck the cars. Please donāt get hurt.ā
āIām heading back to help Court, I promised I would. Donāt want to back down on a promise. Besides, he could really use it.ā She sighed. āHeās been doing way too much recently.ā
The cars are super safe, i mean thereās always a risk in the stunt business but thereās a lot of precautions put in place. The worst injury Iāve had is just a sore backļæ¼
He canāt help but smile, though it looks a little sad
Yeah court.. he pushes himself a lot, doesnāt let himself rest.. which Iām the same way but iāll still worry about him, well whatever heās up to just tell him its okay to relax..
Thatās amazing, your sister is.. the colt of this world right?
He didnāt understand the whole multiverse thing, science wasnāt his strong suit. Not that he had tried to pay attention in school to begin with.. his home life was.. pathetic to say the least.. and he was orphaned at sixteen, so he had bigger issues than trying to understand math and physics
Oh donāt worry about me.. ill be fine so long as i take all the necessary precautions
āAnd keep his guard up better so he doesnāt get stabbed in the back next timeā he voices in his head, not something worth sharing out loud.. he doesnāt need more people worried about him
you take care of yourself though.. and try knocking some sense into court, if he doesnāt listen make sure heās eating, drinking and sleeping at the very least
He smiles, his walls starting to come down as he begins talking more. He takes another bite of the food before covering his mouth with his hand as he speaks
āYeah! Colt Seavers as you would know him, but Colleen was actually my twin. She doubled for the most well known actress in our world, Tammy Rider. She was pretty good at her job, even if it scared me.ā Rylee spoke proudly.
āDonāt worry about me, if Iām not doing what I need to Rocky gets very upset.ā She laughed. āBut I do plan on knocking some sense into him. Somehow heās worse than I am at taking care of himself.ā She teased.
āI have not yet, no. I wanted to make sure you had something to eat first.ā She smiled. āI had my friend Monty McTreat make them just this morning.ā
And i assume that Tammy Ryder tried to kill Colleen Seavers just like tom Ryder tried to kill colt?
His brows furrow as he tries to piece everything together, he remembers Rylee mentioning something about being cousins.. which means that driver in her world wasnāt alone
So did your driver have a better life then? I remember you mentioning something about being family but i think itās different here.. i have no family, i was an only child and my parentsā¦ well theyāreā¦ yeah.
Maybe driverās life was a blip in this dimension, maybe he wasnāt supposed to be alive, and he wouldnāt have minded being dead before he met court.. but now heās got court.. and heās growing close with Rylee and Sebastian, his views on life are beginning to change
Sorry i donāt quite understand this dimension stuffā¦ Iām not.. smart in that field
He glances down at the food in his hand before extending it out to Rylee, offering the half he hasnāt ate yet
Here.. and before you say noā¦ please take it, Iām sure all that dimension travelling takes a toll on you
Rylee hummed to Rocky about the morning as the two approached Driverās shop. She had strapped a bag onto Rocky that morning, just some pantries that the Eridian insisted on keeping warm. āHey Driver!ā She spoke out loud, seeing the man head first into the engine.
She felt bad about how she had left so suddenly yesterday, however her joints had been killing her all day and Courtās question being fresh on her mind was not a great combination. Sheād leave the finding the answers for Tuesday.
āSorry again about yesterday. But I brought some breakfast.ā She smiled.
Driver looks up from the hood of the car when he hears someone call his name, he instinctively moves to grab the wrench beside him but stops when he notices its just rylee
Oh hey Rylee..
He moves away from the open hood, grabbing a rag to clean the engine oil off of his hands, which doesnāt clean much, his shirt is covered in the oil and he has a smudge of it on his face
Donāt worry about yesterday, i donāt mind.. and thank you, for the breakfast. How was your visit with Sebastian?
He takes the food that Rylee offers him, inspecting it before deciding itās probably safe to eat and he takes a bite of the food
āHeās really good at playing jazz.ā She smirks. āLike really good. It was nice hearing live music again.ā
She smiles seeing him covered in oil. Just like her Driver.
āDo you have any plans for today? I mean, aside from fixing cars.ā She was now very interested in learning about all of their hobbies. She needed more ammo for gifts next time.
She smiles. āThatās so neat, youāll love the shelters. They have all sorts of animals there!ā She pauses. āI hope youāre safe when youā¦wreck the cars. Please donāt get hurt.ā
āIām heading back to help Court, I promised I would. Donāt want to back down on a promise. Besides, he could really use it.ā She sighed. āHeās been doing way too much recently.ā
The cars are super safe, i mean thereās always a risk in the stunt business but thereās a lot of precautions put in place. The worst injury Iāve had is just a sore backļæ¼
He canāt help but smile, though it looks a little sad
Yeah court.. he pushes himself a lot, doesnāt let himself rest.. which Iām the same way but iāll still worry about him, well whatever heās up to just tell him its okay to relax..
Thatās amazing, your sister is.. the colt of this world right?
He didnāt understand the whole multiverse thing, science wasnāt his strong suit. Not that he had tried to pay attention in school to begin with.. his home life was.. pathetic to say the least.. and he was orphaned at sixteen, so he had bigger issues than trying to understand math and physics
Oh donāt worry about me.. ill be fine so long as i take all the necessary precautions
āAnd keep his guard up better so he doesnāt get stabbed in the back next timeā he voices in his head, not something worth sharing out loud.. he doesnāt need more people worried about him
you take care of yourself though.. and try knocking some sense into court, if he doesnāt listen make sure heās eating, drinking and sleeping at the very least
He smiles, his walls starting to come down as he begins talking more. He takes another bite of the food before covering his mouth with his hand as he speaks
Rylee hummed to Rocky about the morning as the two approached Driverās shop. She had strapped a bag onto Rocky that morning, just some pantries that the Eridian insisted on keeping warm. āHey Driver!ā She spoke out loud, seeing the man head first into the engine.
She felt bad about how she had left so suddenly yesterday, however her joints had been killing her all day and Courtās question being fresh on her mind was not a great combination. Sheād leave the finding the answers for Tuesday.
āSorry again about yesterday. But I brought some breakfast.ā She smiled.
Driver looks up from the hood of the car when he hears someone call his name, he instinctively moves to grab the wrench beside him but stops when he notices its just rylee
Oh hey Rylee..
He moves away from the open hood, grabbing a rag to clean the engine oil off of his hands, which doesnāt clean much, his shirt is covered in the oil and he has a smudge of it on his face
Donāt worry about yesterday, i donāt mind.. and thank you, for the breakfast. How was your visit with Sebastian?
He takes the food that Rylee offers him, inspecting it before deciding itās probably safe to eat and he takes a bite of the food
āHeās really good at playing jazz.ā She smirks. āLike really good. It was nice hearing live music again.ā
She smiles seeing him covered in oil. Just like her Driver.
āDo you have any plans for today? I mean, aside from fixing cars.ā She was now very interested in learning about all of their hobbies. She needed more ammo for gifts next time.
She smiles. āThatās so neat, youāll love the shelters. They have all sorts of animals there!ā She pauses. āI hope youāre safe when youā¦wreck the cars. Please donāt get hurt.ā
āIām heading back to help Court, I promised I would. Donāt want to back down on a promise. Besides, he could really use it.ā She sighed. āHeās been doing way too much recently.ā
The cars are super safe, i mean thereās always a risk in the stunt business but thereās a lot of precautions put in place. The worst injury Iāve had is just a sore backļæ¼
He canāt help but smile, though it looks a little sad
Yeah court.. he pushes himself a lot, doesnāt let himself rest.. which Iām the same way but iāll still worry about him, well whatever heās up to just tell him its okay to relax..
Rylee hummed to Rocky about the morning as the two approached Driverās shop. She had strapped a bag onto Rocky that morning, just some pantries that the Eridian insisted on keeping warm. āHey Driver!ā She spoke out loud, seeing the man head first into the engine.
She felt bad about how she had left so suddenly yesterday, however her joints had been killing her all day and Courtās question being fresh on her mind was not a great combination. Sheād leave the finding the answers for Tuesday.
āSorry again about yesterday. But I brought some breakfast.ā She smiled.
Driver looks up from the hood of the car when he hears someone call his name, he instinctively moves to grab the wrench beside him but stops when he notices its just rylee
Oh hey Rylee..
He moves away from the open hood, grabbing a rag to clean the engine oil off of his hands, which doesnāt clean much, his shirt is covered in the oil and he has a smudge of it on his face
Donāt worry about yesterday, i donāt mind.. and thank you, for the breakfast. How was your visit with Sebastian?
He takes the food that Rylee offers him, inspecting it before deciding itās probably safe to eat and he takes a bite of the food
āHeās really good at playing jazz.ā She smirks. āLike really good. It was nice hearing live music again.ā
She smiles seeing him covered in oil. Just like her Driver.
āDo you have any plans for today? I mean, aside from fixing cars.ā She was now very interested in learning about all of their hobbies. She needed more ammo for gifts next time.
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