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something I love about Sherlock & co is that you don’t doubt the love that Sherlock and John have for each other. Not even in a romantic way, they love each other clearly, and while I love jonklock/johnlock, I’m totally fine if they aren’t canon in this rendition because it’s clear that they care for each other

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Not Pictured: Sherlock and Mariana realizing John wasn’t expecting that response and comforting him (and making fun of him a little <3)

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I love them far too much

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Obituary Writer: "We don’t like thinking about such things."

Also Obituary Writer: *proceeds to think in great details about such things*

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This is very much an accurate way to describe OW

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It’s not “wearing a suit to a job interview” it’s “Cosplaying OW in a professional setting.”

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This is me on the daily

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A Most Beautiful Reminder: The first episode of Death by Dying Season 2 is out now on all streaming platforms!!!

Listen Here:

Death by Dying

The Obituary Writer of Crestfall, Idaho finds himself deeply in over his head as he investigates a series of strange and mysterious deaths…

The Transcript for Obituary 06:

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Reasons I headcannon Skip Granger as autistic (as an autistic person)

(A non comprehensive guide)

This is all from my memory and I will preface this saying that not all autistic people have these traits (i myself only share a few), nor do you have to have these traits to be autistic, however, despite his development and learning to cope with some of the traits that cause him to struggle, they are still traits in the first place.

Without further ado! Here we go:

- Struggling with change (yes this has developed as we've gone through the show however skip still struggles with immediate change, especially when it involves him directly, despite his grown ability for adaptability)

- Strong moral compass

- Sticking to the rules, even when the EMF was temporarily non-existent (yes he has developed and learnt how to cope without following the rules at all times but this is definitely a trait of his)

- Special interests (filing, Barry Boudinis escape rooms, pass phrases etc)

- Overly trusting (this has developed over the show as skip has learnt not to immediately trust everybody, however, despite this, he still holds out hope for people to change - this overly trusting nature is seen with Mcgrath, Ellie May Sederstom, Chet Philips, and Athena O'brien to name a few and yes, there are way more examples)

- Panicking when faced with an accidental social barrier (such as panicking when he makes assumptions which then make him think he's offended someone - yes a lot of people panic, but not to the extent of skip)

- Liking Cleaning and keeping things clean and organised

OK so this is only a few and what is done off of the top of my head, so the name 'non comprehensive guide' is correct. I may do an updated one when relistening to the show. Hope you enjoyed!

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There are so many incredible moments in the season 2 premiere of death by dying so go check it out if you havent already! SPOILERS FOR @deathbydyingpod FOLLOW, SERIOUSLY LISTEN BEFORE READING THIS

Without further ado here are some of my favourite moments (in chronological order):

‐ then Bury it, as deep into the earth as we will bury our depression afterwards

(I relate heavily haha)

- Hello, I am the totally fine and emotionally stable Obituary writer

(Ah huh, sure you are)

- Anyway, I was being shot at

(What a beautiful segue back and it always makes me laugh)

- I just love the music that comes in when Gert is found again (also the fact Gert is Gert in the transcript and not Marian makes me laugh)

- pretty man

(He is indeed)

- who doesn't want to be the little spoon

(I feel that on a spiritual level)

- ooooh, kablooey.

Indeed kablooey

Kabloeey

Kablooey

(What an iconic and emotionally intense section of dialogue. The feelings kabloeey introduces are indescribable)

- the entire maggot sequence is just perfection, I've never been so invested in maggots

- I thought you could use a hand

(Giving him a hand was in fact very useful)

- The return of the silent nuns! It was so cool to see these guys brought back because of the emotional depth these guys allow the characters to explore and fight against

- the whole paragraph about the idea that maybe Charlotte was right about the fake happiness being better than living with the grief

(I have very strong opinions on this whole concept but it hit really hard to see how OWs views had been morphed through dealing with grief and the complexities and pain of it while still holding out hope for Charlotte - it hurt so much)

- Gerts sacrifice - plenty of iconic lines in here but im partial to 'two plus two equals four, i don't know what that has to do with this but...'

- the direction in the script of 'Click! Beep! The detonator - oh fuck' is pure beauty

- Kablooey

- I need to know why she's gone (this just hit so hard seeing the parallels in how their grief is similar, yet knowing how different it is at the same time)

- It's okay...write me a good Obituary...won't you? (THESE WILL NEVER NOT KILL ME AS LINES, THEY WERE SUCH IMPACTFUL LAST WORDS AND UGH, PURE PERFECTION)

- The angel of Death not allowing his last words to be Kablooey

- 'Somewhere I could only go if I was dead' which was a beautiful line, but was then followed by the increasingly beautiful 'Being mysterious makes you sound like a schmuck!'

- Why are you doing this?

Charlotte is my friend

Thats it?

Yeah

(Ugh, this show has such a hold on me - I'm a sucker for an amazing friendship like this)

- then I'm just going to have to keep on living then, aren't i

(What an icon this man is)

- the 'snow' that I immediately knew was ash but still found absolutely hilarious when he got hit with an earlobe

- You once said nothing done out of love is a mistake. I don't know if what I'm doing is a mistake. But I'm doing it out of love. I hope that's enough

(I didn't need to be hit so hard in my emotions)

- Martin is an iconic bicycle, I love him

- The beautiful 'Wait I can't publish any of this can I?' As OW realises he broke the law many times

WOO! That's all of them, I hope you enjoyed reading that haha, looking forward to the upcoming episodes!

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"Why are you doing this?"

"Charlotte is my friend."

"That's it?"

"... Yeah."

you dont get it this is everything. It's telling the audience that they're friends and that is enough to motivate OW. they're friends!!!

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They’re friends!!! 🖤

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Welcome to Pt 2 of my Cairo x Al sick fic. I apologise in advance for any mistakes, it's still only freshers week and yet I've already managed to get freshers flu haha, but I still wanted to write a part two so here it is! @intransitpodcast

Cairo x Al sick fic pt 2: Uno Reverse

Cairo slumped over his console in the helm, struggling to keep himself awake despite being barely an hour into his shift. His head was about to fall down from its position resting on his hand, when the sound of the door to the helm opening behind him startled him awake, blinking his eyes repeatedly to try and make himself appear less groggy as he turned around in his chair.

“Oh hey Al,” he called out drowsily “What are you doing here? You know you’re not meant to be on the helm unless there’s a medical emergency,”

“You weren’t answering your comms, I was worried you’d managed to get yourself in trouble. Again,”

“Oh please, when do I ever get into trouble?”

Al gave him a look of disbelief in response, while Cairo sifted through a bag to his right, looking for his comms bracelet.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself before badly attempting to stifle a cough “I must’ve left it at my place when I left for work, sorry for dragging you out here for nothing Al” Cairo said tiredly, meaning for it to sound more upbeat than it did.

Al furrowed his brow slightly and pulled his lips tight, immediately catching on to how exhausted Cairo seemed.

“That’s not like you,” He commented, stepping closer to Cairo.

“What do you mean?” Cairo tried to joke “I’m always forgetting stuff,”

“Not stuff like this,” Al pointed out “I’ve never seen you without your comms bracelet on during the day, after everything you’ve been through not having a way to communicate an emergency would, to put it in your words ‘fucking suck’,”

“It’s no biggy,” Cairo responded, trying to brush it off, acting like the rising anxiety of realising he didn’t have the bracelet wasn’t contributing to his already stressed and weakened state. “I’ll just pick it up when I get back to my quarters” Cairo continued, before coughing harshly and doubling over in his chair, Al immediately coming up behind him and placing a hand onto Cairo’s back.

“Which is happening now,” Al told him firmly

“I can’t leave,” Cairo said tiredly, the fatigue evident in his voice “I’m working, I just need a glass of water.”

Cairo then stood up and went to walk towards the water cooler when a wave of dizziness hit him and he immediately grabbed onto Al’s shoulder.

“Cairo,” Al began softly, lowering him back into his chair slowly “you need to go to bed,” he pleaded

“I’m fine, I just need a second,”

“You’re not fine Cairo,”

“Al, seriously i’m-”

“No Cairo,” Al cut him off, his voice set and stern as if he was giving medical advice at work “I’m going to help you back to your quarters and then I’ll get you a drink,”

“Allllllll” Cairo whined, knowing it was futile to resist, but not wanting to feel helpless and weak

“Please Cairo,” Al pleaded, his tone becoming soft as he looked at Cairo with genuine concern “there are other navigators here running the ship, and you’re not going to be much use to them like his, so please let me take you to bed,”

“Oh?” Cairo said in a teasingly flirty tone “I thought you wanted me to get some rest Al,”

“I- Not like that!” Al exclaimed, blushing slightly “god, you can’t stop flirting even when you’re sick,”

“I’m not sick.”

“You are sick Cairo, now am I taking you back or not,”

Cairo let out a small sigh and held onto his chair to help him stand up

“Fine,” He began, giving in, “but you’re going to have to carry me,” he joked drowsily before Al lifted him up with ease and began walking down the corridor, carrying Cairo bridal style.

“I’m not complaining, but I was kidding you know,” Cairo said tiredly, looking up at Al from in his arms.

“I know,” Al began, turning a corner “but it’s probably quicker for me to carry you when you’re in this state.”

“You’re stronger than I thought” Cairo teased “I mean, I’m taller than you and you’re acting like carrying me is the easiest thing in the world,”

“Well you do need a lot of strength to be a doctor, especially a doctor who has to deal with you,” Al joked, causing Cairo to laugh weakly before sleepily responding “Damn you’re hot,” resting his head on Al’s chest and closing his eyes as they continued the journey back to his quarters in a comfortable silence.

Once they had reached Cairo’s room, Al carefully got out his own key for the room before opening the door and gently setting Cairo down on the bed. Cairo opened his eyes and immediately tried to sit up before Al put a hand onto his shoulder to stop him going any further.

“Lay down, I’ll get you some water,” Al said before Cairo moved to get up again.

“No it’s fine, I can do it myself, you should head back to work,” he said before immediately falling back onto the bed dizzily “I meant to do that,” he finished drowsily.

“Not in this state you can’t,” Al began, looking at Cairo gently, “I don’t have work today, besides, this is my fault,”

“You can’t seriously blame yourself for this Al,”

“You got sick from taking care of me Cairo,”

“Hey, that was my choice, I wanted to take care of you, don’t feel guilty just because I went and got sick.” Al looked at Cairo with a small smile and nodded

“Fine, but you have to rest while I get you some water, doctor’s orders,” Al told him.

“Ok fine, I’ll lay back down doc,” Cairo said teasingly, as he pulled the blanket over himself, slowly closing his eyes as he waited for Al to come back with the water.

“Sorry that took me so long, I was looking for a cup you wouldn’t break if you somehow knocked it over and-” Al began, before cutting himself off, realising Cairo had accidentally fallen asleep while he was gone.

Al let out a soft chuckle and placed the glass on his bedside table, smiling lovingly at Cairo as he gently lowered himself onto the bed, not wanting to wake him up. He delicately brushed a strand of Cairo’s hair out of his face and kissed his forehead gently, letting out a little sigh before lying down beside him and allowing Cairo to rest.

-

Hope you enjoyed that! I'm going to keep pretending this show hasn't ended and write whatever fanfic ideas I think of (and will happily take requests) so I hope you can enjoy my little own world of in transit content.

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In this fic I totally ignore the ending of the show, everyone totally lived happily ever after and Cairo and Al get to be happy together totally @intransitpodcast

Cairo x Al sick fic (pt 1)

Cairo ran up to Al’s quarters and started banging on the door incessantly, not caring about the glares he was getting from those around him trying to go about their general business in the corridor.

“Who is it?” a hoarse voice croaked from inside, half knowing the answer.

“Cairo, can I come in?”

He sounded urgent and panicked, causing Al to force himself upright to answer the door, anxious to hear what Cairo was so up in arms about.

As the door whooshed open Cairo immediately enveloped Al in a quick hug, taking a deep breath before pulling away to look him over.

“You look like hell,” Cairo commented, scanning Al’s figure and noting that he was shaking.

“I feel it,” Al tried to joke, forcing a slight laugh which devolved quickly into a cough, Al having to place a weak hand on Cairo’s tall frame as an attempt to stop himself from doubling over.

Cairo frowned slightly and led Al to sit back down on the bed once he had finished coughing, reaching into his bag and pulling out a bottle of water,

“Here.” he said, passing the unopened bottle to Al

“What are you doing here, Cairo?” Al said, feebly trying to open the bottle before handing it to Cairo so he could open it.

“Your work phoned.” Cairo replied, handing a now opened bottle back to Al “something about their best doctor, who has never missed a shift before by the way, not showing up to work.”

Al sighed slightly in response.

“Why did they phone you?”

“Boyfriend remember,” Cairo teased “I’m your emergency contact. Better than your dad turning up and reprimanding you for ‘damaging the legacy’,” Cairo continued, mimicking Elio Vaughn’s voice like he was quoting him directly.

“I’m fine Cairo-”

“Really?”

Al hesitated slightly

“I’ll be fine,” he continued, not wanting to lie to Cairo

“No offence Al but you really need to learn how to accept help,”

“Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black,” Al joked, letting out a feeble laugh

“Look, I may not be a doctor, but I can take care of you when you’re sick Al,”

“I’m fine, it’s not even that ba-” Al began before disproving his point by coughing vigorously, holding tightly onto Cairo’s shoulder as his vision began to spin.

“I’m-i’m fine, besides I might make you sick too and that’s even worse,”

“Al,”

“And then you’ll have to miss work too, and I know you love it now that Alecto has made you a navigator,”

“Al,”

“And I’d hate to be the one to take you away from that especially by being needy and stupid and-”

Cairo cut Al off by kissing him softly, cupping his cheeks in his hand as he pressed his body against Al’s gently, holding him close, so carefully you’d think he was made of glass.

“I want to be here,” Cairo said pulling away, “I may not be very good at this stuff, but for once let me be the one to care for you rather than the other way round, besides,” Cairo began teasingly “it’s not just the fever that makes you hot as fuck,”

“I-Cairo! I- It’s not fair to make me flustered when I’m ill!”

“Oh so now you admit you’re ill.”

“No I- shut up!” Al said, pushing Cairo away gently “you shouldn’t kiss me when I’m like this, you’ll definitely get ill”

“Too right, your breath smells gross- Ow!” Cairo said, responding to being punched in the arm by Al “besides I never get ill,” Cairo continued confidently, laying down on the bed, patting the space next to him to try and coerce Al to lie with him.

“Ok fine,” Al gave in, slowly lowering himself from sitting to be laying next to Cairo, leaning into his chest and closing his eyes “but only because I’m tired and you’re comfortable, not because I’m sick or anything” Al said drowsily as Cairo wrapped an arm around him.

“Definitely not” Cairo teased, holding Al in his arms gently as they both drifted off to sleep.

Tempted to do a part 2 where Cairo gets sick because of this haha, what do you guys think?

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Man I haven't posted in a while, life got busy haha, but I've had some new ideas for some in transit @intransitpodcast fanfiction I want to write.

One is a Cairo x Al sick fic, the other is a Solea x Penelope fic, set long before the events in the first season

Which one do people want first?

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OK so, podcasts I have listened to for request references (in order and only the ones I liked - this will be updated as a post)

Listened to:

In Transit

The Two Princes

Death by Dying

The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Eos-10

Girl in Space

Elevator Pitch

Someone Dies in This Elevator

Mars Corp

Patient 33

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality

Mission Rejected

Monster Hunters

Currently listening to:

Stella firma

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hi! i loved the in transit fics that you wrote! i'd love (if you're still taking requests) a fic with langley in it? i care her even if she's evil :')

I personally love Langley (VA - @dancingdreamer) as a character - she's written very well for in the show haha.

Thank you for my first request! Requests are very much still open if anyone has them!

Now without further ado, let's get on with the latest @intransitpodcast fanfiction!

Stand Down

It was finally over. They’d saved everyone.

Cairo and Ziggy walked the now denounced Faraday to a cell as he struggled against them, while everyone else prepared for the coming events. Everything was happening so quickly. Sputnik was finishing up repairs on the ship with a small army of engineers at their side, and Ei helped supervise progress while Alnitak tended to injuries sustained during the takeover, bandaging Halley’s broken arm ignoring her insistence that she was fine. Sawyer and Alecto were preparing to have Alecto sworn in as commander, with Solea helping them follow the official rulings on how to swear her in. After everything that had happened, Alecto didn’t want to take any chances. 

Once everything was ready Alecto allowed herself to relax slightly, letting it all sink in as she mentally prepared herself to become the new commander of Eurus, and acting commander of Notos. She took a deep breath and pushed her shoulders down, a small smile lacing her features before she heard the cock of a gun, and her blood ran cold.

“Stand down Alecto” Solea commanded, her steady hand pointing the gun directly at the back of Alecto’s head.

“Langley, what are you-” Sawyer started before Solea cut him off again.

“Stand down, and surrender your power to me,”

“Why are you doing this?” Alecto asked, trying not to demonstrate her fear, her voice betraying her as her tone became slightly shaky.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t take my only chance to get back into a position of power? Don’t be stupid Alecto.”

“But you would have power with us, we agreed on running the ship together,”

“You agreed, I don’t recall agreeing to anything beyond getting rid of Faraday from his position of command.”

“Why would you risk this?” Alecto began, her voice stronger than before. “You’ve completely lost the trust of the people and put yourself in a worse position by killing me.”

“People forget.” Langley started, a slow, snide, and calculating tone lacing her voice “and after what Faraday did, I can’t imagine it would be hard to overlook some minor flaws.”

“Minor?” Sawyer interrupted, his tone anguished “People won’t forget you killed their friends and family, we won’t forget you murdered Lyra.”

“Careful.” Solea said, pressing the gun into the back of Alecto’s head “Wouldn’t want me to accidentally fire now, would we Rosario.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Really?” She asked rhetorically, knowing her finger on the trigger was enough to show the true answer. “Enlighten me to why?” she continued, with Sawyer offering no response other than a shaky breath as he frantically scanned the room for a way out of the situation.

“Exactly.” She finished, keeping the gun trained at the back of Alecto’s head.

“What do you gain by killing me?” Alecto questioned, wanting to gain any information that could save her.

“No one left to stand in my way,” She answered simply, “What? Do you really think that Flovent boy will get far without you? We’ve seen what happens when he tries to take action on his own. Even that pretty little boyfriend of his couldn’t stop him from getting his hand cut off.”

“His name is Cairo,” Sawyer said shakily “and that wasn’t Alnitak’s fault.”

“Do you really think that’s what you should be caring about right now? I have your friend at gunpoint and that’s what you focus on.” She said, disbelief lacing her voice “God you really are useless, it’s a wonder you even got this far,”

“What do you want from me,” Alecto cut in “My power for my life?”

“That’s exactly what I want.” Solea responded, “I’ll get it either way, but the method I use depends on how you respond, Alecto.”

“What makes you think you can do any better than Faraday? He had his entire ship under his control and he still couldn’t stop us.”

“I’ve learnt from his mistakes, Alecto. Amos was arrogant, he missed the blatant flaws in his ideas, only focusing on what benefited him rather than the full result of his actions, even when that assistant of his spelled it out for him. The man was far from paranoid of course, but a bit of paranoia makes for a good leader, something I, myself, lacked during my time as commander. Paranoia allows you to prepare for every eventuality, which is something being around him taught me, and something you still have left to learn Alecto. You let your guard down.”

“Because I thought this was over.” Alecto shot back “I thought we were done with this.”

“It will never be done Alecto. You made the naive decision to believe you were safe, and that nothing could get to you, but this whole thing will never be over.” Solea began, readying her finger on the trigger. “Now, do you surrender your position as Commander?”

“I will never surrender my position to you.”

“Then you’re of no use to me.”

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Why is picking a yearbook quote so hard 😭

[preheville]

hate hate hate that anxiety translates over into physical symptoms like what the fuck you're supposed to be a MENTAL illness

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@intransitpodcast

Another In Transit Fanfiction, but much more depressing this time since @opphiem chose the sad one for the next one released.

I have a couple more ideas, but if anyone has any requests that would be greatly appreciated.

Trigger warnings:

- Murder (Both implied and shown)

- Mention of blood

Balanced, as all things should be

Cairo looked down at his hand and immediately froze up. Every muscle in his body tensed as he tried to process what was happening, the deep, glistening blood, running off his fingers as he took a shaky breath.

Their blood.

Tears started to stream down Cairo’s face as he shot into action, grabbing their body, moving it up on to him as he tried to keep them safe.

“Ziggy, come on man this isn’t funny,” he choked out between tears. “You need to get up ok, you need to be alright. Who else is going to stop me from doing stupid shit if you’re not around,” he continued, letting out a pained laugh. “Exactly,” He responded, taking the silence as their answer. “So you need to get up Zigs, ok. You need to get up now.”

“Cairo what’s happening, we heard a gunshot and-” Sawyer began from the doorway, stiffening at the sight of Ziggy’s body as Alnitak came round the corner behind him.

Alnitak rushed towards the body, analysing the situation as he placed his fingers on Ziggy’s neck, finding only a faint pulse.

“We need to bind the wound,” Al muttered to himself, scanning the room for any fabric that could be used to stem the flow of blood.

“Sawyer, your jacket,” Al said, breaking Sawyer out of his frozen state with a start.

“My- my what?”

“Your jacket,” Al reiterated with a more tense tone as Sawyer ran over to be beside them, removing his jacket and passing it to Alnitak who quickly began to wrap it around Ziggy’s waist to block the bullet wound.

“What happened?” Sawyer asked, completely unsure of what to do with himself in the situation.

“Faraday happened.” Cairo responded coldly. “Fucking rat bastard has to win every time, no matter the cost,” Cairo continued bitterly, trying to stop more tears flowing down his face.

“Will they be ok, Alnitak?” Sawyer said in a softer voice afraid of the answer. Al looked down slightly and paused.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know Al?” Cairo asked, his voice breaking slightly as his emotions began to overflow. “You have to know, you’re the doctor,”

“I said I don’t know Cairo,” Alnitak responded, more harshly than he intended,  “and I won’t know until we can get them back to my room.”

“Please Al,” Cairo said, his tone of voice completely broken, “I can’t lose them, they’re my best friend Al, I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

Alnitak took a shaky breath in and nodded.

“I’ll do what I can.”

The next thing they knew they were all carrying Ziggy’s lifeless body down the corridors and into the medical area, the three managing to avoid people as they went. Alnitak took them straight through to the operating room, alerting several doctors as he went, leaving Sawyer and Cairo waiting outside, forced out of the room, protesting as Ziggy was taken away from them.

So they waited.

Hours had passed since they had heard anything. The pair sat in complete silence as Sawyer held Cairo in his arms, desperately trying to think of something better to say than the “We did all we could Cairo,” that he had said over half an hour ago. Cairo gripped onto Sawyer tightly, burying his head into Sawyer’s chest as he cried, his grip not loosening until he passed out from exhaustion, as he tried desperately to hold on to something that was real, and someone he knew wasn’t leaving him as the situation continued to overwhelm him.

After 8 hours, Alnitak finally stepped out of the surgery room, letting out a shaky breath as he went to face Sawyer and Cairo. As soon as the door opened, Sawyer shook Cairo awake, knowing he’d want to hear the news no matter what state he was in.

Al found himself at a loss for words, not knowing how to convey what had happened, not wanting to even believe it had happened himself, and solemnly shook his head.

“Oh god,” Sawyer said, trying to fight back the tears welling up in his eyes, looking down as he tried to stop the emotions taking over.

Cairo rose from his seat, and without another word, stepped out of the room, anger fueling him as he walked down the corridor with an oddly calm air about him.

“Cairo!” Alnitak called out, going to follow after him before Sawyer’s arm stopped him.

“Let him go,” Sawyer told him quietly, “I think he needs to be alone right now.”

“Ah, Cairo, what a pleasant surprise,” Faraday began, as Cairo stepped into his office.

“Put your hands up and get on the ground,” Cairo said stiffly, pointing the gun at Faraday’s chest.

“Now now Cairo, let’s not be too hasty-”

“I said get on the fucking ground.” Cairo spat, as Faraday moved onto his knees, holding his hands up cautiously.

“Come on Cairo, think about this for a second,” Faraday began, his usual calm and controlled tone lacing his voice as he attempted to talk Cairo down. “Killing me won’t do anything to bring that friend of yours back.”

“Their name was Ziggy.” Cairo shot back harshly, his hand shaking as he held the gun up to Faraday’s head. “And I know it won’t bring them back.”

“Exactly Cairo,” Faraday began, his twisted tone continuing as he tried to take control of the situation. “And I can’t imagine that Ziggy would want you to do this, Cairo. They’d want you to move on.”

“Bullshit,” He responded, gripping the gun tightly in his hand. “No, this is exactly what they’d want me to do.” He continued, his tone getting more controlled as the blinding range took complete control of his actions. “You took away the only person who could stop me from doing this to you.” He cocked the gun, and took in a shaky breath, tears rolling down his cheeks. “The only person who has always been there for me. And now I need to make sure you can’t do it again.”

His finger closed on the trigger.

Cairo let the gun drop alongside the lifeless corpse and stepped out of the room calmly, his footsteps echoing along the empty corridors, as exhaustion seeped into his body.

Balanced, as all things should be.

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OK so I've currently got two more ideas for @intransitpodcast fanfictions (in addition to the one I've already posted) and I'm wondering whether I do the sad one, or the really soft one.

Also totally willing to take requests for writing podcast fanfictions if people have them (if people are interested I'll post a list of the podcasts I've listened to)