Love isn't a disease; it's a vaccine (But please, don’t put any of my works into AI in any way shape or form, that’s not love, that’s spreading disease)
Summary: You work in the basement department of the DSO. There you specialize in creating fake identities for agents, scrubbing the internet for leaked videos and evidence of BOWs, and covering the DSO's digital footprint.
Over the years you have been assigned on and off Leon's cases and before you know it, you developed a one-sided crush on a guy that doesn't even know you exist. And how could he? No one ever visits the basement department, especially if you are someone as important as THE Leon Kennedy, who works on one of the highest floors. You don't let it get you down and figure it's a silly work crush. That is until you see him in the basement asking for you.
Part 1 Here | Part 2 Here | Part 3 Here | Part 4 Here | Part 5 (Reading Now)
Warnings: Long chapter. Canon-level gore/Violence/zombies/Leon kicking ass. Gunshot wound.
Song Used: Fall In Love by Caroline Kingsbury
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Three months passed by in a blur.
The routine you fell into before Leon reclaimed you as if he had never interrupted. That made it worse. It was as if the two of you never met. Now you were back to staring at him from behind a screen.
Back to being invisible.
The only difference now being you know. You know the curve of his smile, the light of his eyes, the sound of his laugh. No longer a static image for you to wonder about.
You carried a weight of him in your chest that refused to leave. It buckled your knees. Left you breathless at moments. Your heart had surrendered to him, but he wasn't there to pick it up.
That feeling that spread through you chest and captured your whole being stemmed into a hollowness. It grew with each passing day.
The basement no longer felt like a sanctuary. It now held fragmented memories of him. The desk that he used to lean on felt out of place without him there. Your shoulder felt cold to not have him looking over you. The hum of the vents were no match to the softness of his voice.
He had disappeared from your life, leaving behind only pieces.
You gave up on looking at your phone after the first month. Of course, he wasn't able to reach out, but something told you he wouldn't have even if he could.
You couldn't tell if you were being dramatic at his point. It was unsettling with how you left things and now those paranoid thoughts grew around you.
You made your way to your desk and plopped down into your chair with a heavy sigh. New reports were assigned and had to be done by the end of the week. You scanned them when your eyes widened.
The latest mission of recovered footage was of Leon.
You snapped to attention and loaded the footage on your computer in an instant. A new vigour of suspense riddled your body.
The video appeared on screen and you watched as he entered a hall and then left into another room. You scoured the footage to find the room he entered.
If I have the footage now the mission must be complete, you thought to yourself. And yet he still hasn't reached out...
That second thought deflated you. Nonetheless you continued your task in tracking him down.
The eighteenth camera finally gave you eyes on him. He had entered a lab much like ones you've seen in previous videos. But as soon as he entered the door shut behind him.
He had his gun aimed and ready.
Something flashed across the camera, blocking your view.
"Shit," You muttered under your breath.
The next thing you see is Leon on the ground.
And he wasn't getting up.
You shot up from the chair and pushed yourself closer to the screen. You skimmed through different angles of the room until finally you landed on a closer view.
You watched the creature that initially blocked you. It twisted with muscle and mucus unlike anything you had ever seen. Bones pierced out of its collar and up its neck. The beast was large and armed with its rabid teeth and deformed claws.
It was fast.
It swiped at Leon in the midst of his shooting.
He dodged the first swing, but it followed his momentum and clashed its boney tail into his abdomen.
Leon crashed into the sealed doors.
"No, no, no, no, no," You repeated the word endlessly.
You squinted through the pixelated screen to see a bone piercing out of his stomach. He held it and red stained his hands. His body caved in on itself and his head swayed.
The camera went black.
"No! You can't—Please..." You trailed off and looked through each and every recovered video you could find.
That was it.
You jumped from your desk and raced up the corridor to the elevators.
Is he dead? Is he alive? Is he okay?
Those worries circled your head as you found yourself in the elevator. The wait only intensified the fears. You held the closed door button the entire way up. Not sparing a second for anyone.
When the doors opened you darted off the lift but someone grabbed your arm.
Nigel.
"Ma'am, you can't just—"
You tore your arm out of his grip and followed the path that Sherry had led you down.
You burst through his office door only to be met with the dim light emitting through the closed blinds and...
Sherry?
She was packing up files and tidying his desk.
"Y/N?" She said, alarmed and noting your manic state.
Nigel finally caught up to you and tried to grab you again. You evaded him once more and started for Sherry.
"Is he okay? I saw it on the footage—He was attacked—He didn't get up—!"
"Ma'am, you need to come with me."
Sherry passed you and shot Nigel down with a cold stare. He made a move to argue but she slammed the door in his face before he could say anything more.
She then returned her attention to you. That cold glare gone and softened with concern. Her hands found your arms quickly to ground you. You body vibrated with anxiety.
"What did you see?" She asked calmly.
You felt like you were going insane.
Leon wasn't here. Sherry was grabbing files? Was she clearing out his desk? Was he dead?
Suddenly your breathing came all too fast and not quick enough.
That feeling of hollowness merged into a sharp fear the streaked down your spine in painful flashes. Your knees buckled and suddenly you were grabbing Sherry for support.
She took it in stride and gripped you tighter, gently guiding you through your breathing.
"In and out, Y/N. Just breathe with me."
Her words were soft and slowly she went through the motions of breathing with you. You urged your lungs to mimic her steady inhale and exhale.
Breathe.
You found your rhythm after several attempts of shaky breaths. The air felt clearer and your lungs not as constricted.
Your grip on her eased but she kept a firm handle on you.
"You saw Leon?"
You nodded, still recovering your breath.
"He's okay," Sherry reassured and rubbed your arms to calm down the nerves exploding on end. "He's okay."
At her words, relief flooded you in waves.
The jitters of your body calmed and your breathing finally returned with ease.
"He's okay?"
"Yes."
Sherry kept her eyes locked with yours. It was only when you finally let go of her that she softened her grip on you.
Her hands moved to your back and your shoulder, now guiding you to the leather sofa sat in front of a coffee table.
She sat you both down and gave a gentle squeeze to let you know she was there. She was listening.
You breathed out your final shaky breath.
"I saw him on the recovered footage. This monster attacked him. He was impaled and on the ground. I didn't see him get up."
Sherry nodded with your words. "He's okay. He's alive. When he completed the mission the DSO sent him on mandatory medical leave. I was retrieving some files for him because the man doesn't know how to take a break in peace." She chuckled lightly, but gauged your reaction.
In all honesty you weren't sure how to react. His mission was complete. He was alive. All that was a massive relief, but then another thought worried you.
"He didn't reach out to tell you?" Sherry asked.
You shook your head. The adrenaline and fear left your body exhausted in its aftermath. Your thoughts were racing but you forced it to slow and allow yourself a moment to think.
Another heavy sigh left you and you leaned back into the couch.
"Sorry... for barging in here."
Sherry smiled. "Hey, I get it. I would have done the same thing."
The two of you sat in silence with Sherry weighing her question carefully.
It wasn't long before she voiced it. "Did something happen between you two? I thought he looked a bit off before he left... but I figured it was just stress."
You internally groaned and closed your eyes. "I messed up," You stated truthfully. You didn't want to go into it further and Sherry sensed that.
Still she tried her best at easing your concerns.
"Leon can be a complicated person. He is actually rather sensitive," She said with a small laugh. "He tries to hide it, but when he opens up to people it can be difficult not to show. I'm sure whatever happened between you two can be solved. He's not the kind of person to leave things unresolved."
All you had the energy to do was nod. Sherry rubbed your shoulder again, trying to soften your worries and find understanding in her words.
You did understand, but the pain that accompanied that understanding was hard to ignore.
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Two weeks had passed since that moment with Sherry.
She made sure to reach out to you and keep you in the loop about Leon. Even took you out a few times to take your mind off of things. She became a quick and good friend that you were truly grateful for.
She said that Leon was due to return to work soon. At this point you weren't sure how you were going to approach him.
You realized soon after leaving Leon's office, you were angry.
Angry that he didn't hear you out three months ago. Angry that he didn't let you know he was on leave. Angry that he left you in the dark and was forced to assume the worst through a video.
You also knew all that anger was building up to shield you from your feelings. They were strong and only anger could keep you distracted from them.
This very early morning, you found yourself standing in wait on the subway. Lots of people were dispersed here and there. You kept to yourself with your headphones on, ignoring everything but your music.
That was an easy escape as of late.
You're standing out in the rain
And I'm watching you through the window
You got this effortless thing
Everywhere that you go
With your eyes drifting over the cart of people, you mindlessly scanned to the other end of the subway. There was a bend in the track and curved the other end away from you.
As it straightened, a person moved in a spasm of jolts.
Another curve of the track and the cart evaded your sight again.
The air around you shallowed as you focused in on the strange sight from a far. Waiting for the track to straighten out agin.
The person was now on the floor. A very clear ring of people scrambling to the sides.
From where you stood it was difficult to see. People were pressing more into your cart and blocking your sight. You moved to see in between the gaps.
The person convulsed on the ground. Their arms stayed pinned to the ground but their hands twisted and grabbed for the air. Their head tilted up, searching for their breath to soothe their ailment.
You squinted.
Their veins were darkening. Up their exposed arms. Up their strained and reddening neck. Their eyes pierced open, squirming the crowd to shove themselves further away.
A scream startled from the other end of the cart.
You whipped your head around with everyone else.
Shit.
You threw yourself to the floor as someone flung themselves overhead. Another shrill scream came through your music.
Been all alone with a broken heart for so long
It's the end of the night and I don't wanna go home
Fucked up my plans, I was fine on my own
It's the end of the night and I don't wanna go home
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit—
The doors opened at your stop and everyone booked it for the surface.
You started for the door but a thick boot kicked your jaw on the floor. Sharp pain emitted up your chin and into your ears. You did everything in your power to ignore the pain and shove yourself to the exit.
You broke through the doors onto the platform.
Chaos ensued.
From the top of the stairs more infected spilled out and threw their bodies at their prey.
They're coming from the surface.
You moved to run but quickly dodged a pair of hands grabbing for you. From there you avoided a thrash of hands and teeth between a pair in a locked struggle.
People slammed into you from all directions. There wasn't a clear path to follow. The platform was surrounded.
The subway behind you closed, shutting in infected and victims alike. Their hands beat against the glass to no avail.
Your feet forced a sprint. Your body ignoring the panic in your brain and realizing that standing around meant death.
The stairs on the other end of the platform were no better than your current predicament. But they weren't flooding with infected.
The stench of blood and decay overcame you and nausea threatened your stomach. Wailing and screams still muffled behind your headphones.
You dropped your bag and sprinted up the stairs. Moving quick and sharp against the onslaught of infected.
When you finally made it to the surface, matters did not improve.
The undead took over the city.
The DSO. That was your safest bet. But it was on the edge of the city and you were somewhere in the middle?
Your eyes darted around as your legs kept you moving, trying to find familiarity in where you were.
A shriek locked you feet in place.
Soulless eyes pinned you where you stood. The infected crouched themselves over a body. Its teeth still bit into the person. Tendons spilled from its twisted jaw. A sound emitted from the back of its throat, promising to lodge it into your own.
It started for you.
Your lungs had hollowed out by now as you raced through the streets to find sacntuary.
Fire blazed from your right and undead pillaged at your left.
Your feet gave way under you at a hand snatching your ankle. Your hands blocked your fall and turned you over.
The infected shrieked a war cry before lunging over your fallen body.
Its head burst in mid air.
Its blood splattered across your face and dripped down your neck. You turned around to see who your saviour was.
Of course.
No, I don't want to take my heart back
I gave it away just like that
I wanted to run, you brought me back
I gave it away just like that
Your music carried Leon's presence forth as he reloaded his gun.
He hadn't looked up yet, but you made out every distinct feature. The way he carried himself. His set jaw. The focus in his eyes.
You were in his terrain. Now only another saved or dead victim for him to pass.
But then his gaze lifted and they settled over you.
The stoicism vanished. Fear overcame him and those soft eyes worried a level of concern you couldn't ignore.
"Y/N..." Your name came out breathless.
The moment between you shattered.
He reacted on instinct. Shooting the infected threatening to near either of your vicinity.
You finally pulled off your headphones with your moment of respite. The natural sounds of the end of the world startled you. It froze you for a moment. And only then could you hear your shallow and whimpered breaths.
A gloved hand firmly grabbed your upper arm. You whipped back to Leon.
"Stay behind me," His command was cold.
You did as he said and quickly he cleared a path to a cafe on the side of the street.
He forced the door open and pushed you in before following behind. He lead the two of you into the kitchen and barricaded the door.
You stood in place. Not sure what to do. Not sure how to help. You have seen these events countless times through a screen. You were ignorant to believe the same thing wouldn't happen to you.
The exhaustion of fear finally spent the energy in your legs. They wobbled and collapsed you in a chair.
Leon returned after scouting the perimeter. He held out a cloth he had found.
You looked up, confused.
"For the blood."
Oh.
You took the cloth and proceeded to wipe contents of infected off your skin.
The cloth fell limp in your lap, following the exhaustion of your arms. You looked up to see Leon analyzing you. His eyes traced over every part of you.
"Are you hurt?" His words were once again cold, but his question gave away his concern.
You looked down at your body, not sure if it had the energy to signal anything to you.
"I... I don't think so." Your voice came out quieter than you intended.
At the first sound of your voice in months, Leon's posture relaxed.
"Good," was all he said.
Another moment of awkward silence stretched between you.
"Are you okay?"
A steady tremor flooded your hands. You nodded, knowing full well your voice would betray you.
Leon seemed to catch on. He didn't say anything on it. Instead he offered his hand.
"We should keep moving."
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The two of you forged a path back to the DSO. The building now stood a block away.
Leon took down infected after infected. The action you would watch on screen held no comparison to the real thing.
He gave you a large knife from the cafe's kitchen. It came in handy far too many times. Being a worker at the DSO came with mandatory self-defence classes. It used to be a pain in the ass every year, now it was very much saving you in your time of need.
You clothes were now tattered and stained with splatters of blood. Whereas Leon remained in perfect condition. His leather jacket, you came to realize, was a very useful set of armour.
The two of you didn't say much. A heavy tension grew between you. Almost breaking when the other was in peril.
You kept watching Leon focus on you in those moment. A hard stare and a set line across his lips. Like he had many things to say and not enough time to say it all.
When the two you found yourselves in a juncture between several back alleyways, that was when you had enough pretending.
"Leon—"
"We're a few blocks from the DSO. It looks like the infected are sparse further out. Once you're in the building I'll head back to the centre to finish them off—"
"Leon," You said, again but now stern an devoid of any shake in your voice.
That snapped his attention to you.
"What are we doing?" You gestured vaguely with your knife. Its soaked end spilling across the pavement.
He looked between you and the knife. That infuriating brow still tense and set.
"I just told you—"
"No." Now you were pointing with the knife.
You couldn't tell if he was concerned from you tone or that he gave you a knife in the first place.
"Us." You emphasized. A harsh chuckle came from you before you could stop it. And honestly, you didn't want to stop the words that were begging to spill. "I haven't seen you in months. I thought you were dead and now you're barely talking to me at the end of the world."
He evaded your eyes and kept them on his gun. "End of the world is a bit much—"
"Leon."
You watched a turmoil spiral in his head. He shook it off. His eyes staying stern and focused on the task at hand.
"This isn't the place to talk—"
"No," You agreed. "No. It really isn't, but I would like to know that I made amends before I die from a fucking zombie."
He cautiously stepped forward, still weary of your knife. "You're not going to die—"
"That's not the point. I'm done pretending between us."
Now it was your turn to look away. For this first time in a long time you were going to be honest with yourself.
"It hurt not being noticed. By anyone at all."
You finally looked up at him and he stared back with an intensity that would usually force your gaze away. But now all this anger, this fear, everything finally made you stand your ground.
"I was scared," You admitted. "When you first started showing interest in me. In whatever this relationship is. I didn't think it was going to last because it never did with anyone else. I didn't want to get attached but—fuck... I failed miserably at that."
You still couldn't make out what he was feeling, but his stare locked with yours nonetheless.
"When you told me you were going away for a few months I tried to hide how I felt because..." You shrugged, not fully sure yourself. "Because I'm an idiot. And getting attached usually means I end up getting hurt."
A big breath escaped you. Feeling vulnerable and all around terrible at your admission. Wasn't honesty supposed to make you feel better?
Well, time for one more big truth.
"I'm... I'm in love with you, Leon."
Just as the words came out, the biggest shriek you had ever heard in your life started barreling down the alleyway.
Leon grabbed and pushed you behind him to dodge a thrash of long, gangly claws. His hands were firm and held you unbearably close to his side.
He fired several shots at this vast creature. Much like the one you saw on the recovered footage a week ago.
Great, you thought to yourself, perfect fucking timing.
"Y/N, run!" He spared a moment to look at you. His eyes filled with a new found fear. "Y/N—Please, run!"
Hesitation filled you for a moment but you knew you would be nothing but a burden in this fight. You cussed under your breath before agreeing and racing to the other end of the alley.
Escaping out of the back alleys, you saw the DSO in the distance.
Loud gunshots from Leon's gun, had your legs kicking harder than you ever had in your life.
You had to get help.
You slashed your way through a hoard of infected. All of which seemed to meet at the entrance of the DSO.
You were faster than them and swifter than their teeth with your knife.
The DSO held a perimeter just outside of the main entrance. You darted through the hungry undead.
An onslaught of bullets had you covering your head as you raced now blindly towards the brigade of DSO agents.
"Cease fire! Cease fire!"
A sharp and hot pain jolted up your abdomen. You looked up to see Harold racing out into the field of infected.
"Leon—" You pointed to the alley behind you and several agents made their way to the location.
Harold threw your arm over his shoulder and half carried you to safety inside the DSO.
Why was he dragging you?
Your thoughts suddenly became very sluggish and the pain didn't make any sense. Were your legs going numb?
Harold gently set you down against a pillar in the lobby.
You looked down—
"Don't—Don't—Don't—"
Too late. Too fucking late.
Blood dribbled out of the bullet hole in your stomach. It spilled across your lap and dampened your pants.
Another pair of hands were on you.
You slowly raised your sights to see Leon now hovering over you.
Good. He was okay.
His eyes travelled everywhere. Across your face, your legs, your arms, the wound in your stomach. Actually, he paid more attention to that than anything.
"How do I look?"
Your subtle attempt at humour fell on deaf ears. For the first time, in the months that you knew Leon, he didn't joke back. He didn't fill the worry with optimism like he usually did.
"Y/N keep your eyes on me." He looked back to Harold. "Medic?"
Harold shook his head, his own eyes filling with a certain sadness you had never seen in him before. "All out in the field."
"So..." You started, your throat suddenly very dry. "Not dying by a zombie, but a gunshot."
"Gunshot!?" He turned to Harold for clarity as he stripped himself of his leather coat.
"A DSO agent shot her."
An agent. You knew you were invisible, but damn.
"Which one?" His voice was oddly calm but an underlying anger enraged his voice.
He slipped his coat around your shoulders then laid you flat on the ground. A sharp groan emitted for your trembling lips at the sudden movement.
Leon pressed his hands firm into your stomach to stop the bleeding.
You screamed and instinctively hit his arm.
"I know, I know, baby, but you gotta let me."
You closed your eyes to focus on your breathing.
"Hey—Hey—Hey. Eyes on me. Eyes on me."
He repeated it until you obeyed, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
"Talk to me, Y/N."
You liked when he said your name. It gave butterflies and warmth and... pain. Fuck your stomach hurt.
You cleared your throat, trying for something but nothing came out.
"Get angry at me," Leon said. "I—I was a complete asshole. Tell me off. Please, sweetheart."
Right. You were angry at him.
"You didn't... You didn't tell me you went... on medical leave."
Medical leave... right? Or was it vacation? Your mind started spinning and with it your vision.
He nodded, rather aggressively. "Yeah—Yes! I shouldn't have done that. Tell me off. Yell at me. Scream at me."
Scream? At him? Why would you do that? He looked so beautiful hanging over you. His hair had fallen across his face, nearly blocking those blue eyes, filling you with so much love.
You loved him so much.
You were a coward for not telling him sooner.
Against the pain and the weak muscles, you reached your hand up. It hurt, but you had to feel his hair, his skin, the curves of his face.
Leon watched helplessly as you pushed back his hair and dropped them over his cheek bone. They were wet.
Why were they wet?
His eyes glistened and gingerly you wiped under them to catch the tears falling.
"Y/N. Don't do this to me."
So commanding, you thought to yourself. It made you smile.
Leon's eyes traced the curve of your smile and light in your eyes. No longer shy to his gaze. He wondered when you wouldn't look away from him and stare boldly into his own.
"I should have went down to that basement years ago," He said. His voice lightly shook. "The second I saw you I couldn't ignore you. I see you, Y/N. I see you everywhere. In everything. You're all I think about and have since the first day we met."
His head dropped to your chest and you missed his eyes. Your hand softly brushed at his hair. He looked up at you.
"Please... I—"
Then everything went black.
___
Ow.
That was your first thought.
Like seriously. Ow.
Your eyes opened very slightly to the fluorescent light hanging overhead.
Ugh, was your second thought. You hate those lights.
Your hand reached out across the cot to feel the cotton blankets and the cotton fabric clinging around you. Hospital gown. Hospital bed. Hospital lights.
You tried your best glare up at them.
Well, safe to say you were in a hospital.
You moved slightly but hissed at the pain radiating from your stomach. Layers of bandages could be felt under your gown.
To your side you saw a vase of flowers. You squinted until your vision became clear. Harold and his wife had put them there. You smiled, noting they were your favourite.
It was difficult to move your neck. It being so stiff from sleeping for who knows how long.
You continued to reach out with your hands until your right one came across... hair?
You smoothed it out across the person's forehead. Ridges formed in the lines of their brow. Even in sleep. A small chuckle escaped as you peered down the best you could.
Leon.
THE Leon Kennedy.
He had moved the chair to be directly beside you. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows and places on the edge of the bed with his head resting on them.
His brow was furrowed and set like usual.
You ran your thumb over the lines, trying to smooth them out. You brushed in between his brows and watched the lines fade. His head settled closer to the warmth of your hand.
Softly his eyes began to open.
And then they shot open.
He grabbed your hand, noticing in his half-asleep state that it was moving. Then his eyes snapped to yours. He moved faster than either of you could register.
Because then his lips were on yours.
You inhaled a breath of surprise but immediately melted into it. His lips were firm as they slotted against your own, as if this was a test to see that you were truly here, awake. Only when you moved yours lightly, did his soften and follow in the rhythm the two of you were setting.
His grip on your hand tightened and the other slid up your cheek and into your hair. Your lips parted at the feeling of his fingers dragging across your scalp. He met your parted lips with his own. His tongue smoothed over your lower lip in an ask.
You were quick to answer, but as you raised your other hand to cradle his head, a sharp pain invaded your moment.
Leon snatched himself back out of concern and then looked down to your covered wound. "Shit—Sorry. I didn't mean—I shouldn't have—"
You grabbed his collar and met his flustered words with a softer kiss. He silenced immediately and gingerly placed his hands back.
It was a nice change to see him stumbling over his words.
You broke a part after a moment. Leon still stayed close to you and softly brushed your hair behind your ear.
"You scared the hell out of me."
Your head lulled to the side in the bed. You revelled in the feel of his fingers tracing your features and memorizing the shape of your face.
You smiled lightly. "I had to get back at you."
He laughed and it looked like it had been a while since he did that.
Leon's fingers lowered from your face and instead wrapped both hands around your own. He pressed his lips into them. Savouring the warmth of your skin.
"What did I miss?" You asked. "And how long was I... asleep?"
"Three days," He answered into your skin, not allowing anything to tear him from your hand. "Everything is still getting cleaned up."
You gingerly covered your wound, feeling a small pull of pain. "Whoever that agent was... he is getting a hell of a fake identity."
"No need. I fired him."
You snapped your eyes to him. "Leon—!"
"He shot you," He defended. And honestly that was a pretty good reason.
You nodded sluggishly. "I guess he did shoot a civilian."
"Not just any civilian," Leon pressed.
Warmth spread up to your face.
He directed the attention back to you.
"How are you feeling? Do you need anything—Shit, I need to get the nurse."
You giggled at his erratic state as he pulled himself from your hand to press the button at the side of your bed.
Leon stood back, but not too far, as the nurses did their routine check. When the doctor came in, Leon was standing and staring them down with every piece of information being shared about your condition.
No fatal organs were hit. Expected to recover over the next three months. Won't be discharged for the next two weeks.
Leon continued asking questions. Ones that seemed almost trivial, but you let him do so. Based on what you had seen of his office setting, he liked being in control. It looked as though it was his way of coping.
Sherry arrived after hearing you woke up. She brought you things from home and did everything in her power to make sure you were comfortable. It seemed as though the two of them were the same in intimidating the medical team at even a slight cause of discomfort on your end.
She left once visiting hours were winding down.
One nurse attempted to tell Leon, but that only resulted in a hard glare and an apologetic nurse.
You offered a sympathetic smile the entire time.
He never let you out of his grip if he could help it.
Your thumb smoothed over his knuckles and you watched that familiar softness return to his eyes.
"You know, I think I can manage on my own for a night. You need rest, Leon."
He shook his head. "I just want to be here with you, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. Baby. Those pet names came rushing back before you passed out. And now suddenly the words he had said. At the time it was hard to focus on them. Now you were slowly piecing them together.
Especially the last part. What was he going to say?
"Leon?"
He hummed in acknowledgment.
"What were you telling me before I passed out?"
It took him a second to understand what you were asking. Initially too caught up in the bliss of having you there in peace with him.
A soft smile widened his cheeks as he leaned in towards you. He brushed your hair back and you leaned into his hand as he did so.
"I was telling you how from the moment we met you caught my attention. How not a second has gone by where I don't think of you."
Your eyes locked and that warm, beautiful tension filled the space between you.
"That I'm in love with you."
You smiled back as he leaned in closer and pressed his lips to yours. It was soft and gentle unlike in the morning filled with desperation and need to show the other how they felt. This was certain and familiar. A seal of understanding between the two of you.
It was proof that this was constant with many more to come.
___
Three months had passed and in that time the city had forgotten the outbreak. Well, nearly everyone. Those who had witnessed the outbreak unfortunately fell victim to it or were black-mailed, bribed, threatened. Again, you weren't too sure what that side of your organization did.
Harold raced to meet you at the entrance of the DSO building like usual. And as part of your consistent routine you gave him his muffin.
"So," He started with usual question. "Got a date tonight?"
At that question you caught the eye of an infamous agent across the lobby. Who looked to have been waiting for you. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a tailored suit. Those familiar soft eyes that settled over you.
"Actually, yes. I do."
Leon made his way to you in quick steps. He excused the two of you away from Harold who gave you a knowing smile.
You were lead to the back of the lobby between the elevators and the stairwell.
"I gotta get to work but I will see you in a bit for the Moscow case file."
You simpered a laugh at the code name he chose for your fake file.
"Yes, of course Agent Kennedy," You teased.
He leaned in a pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "I love you," He said as he began to part from you.
"I love you too," You smiled back as he kept his eyes on you until he physically couldn't anymore.
You shook your head at his antics but your smile only grew.
As you made your way down to the basement a thought dawned on you. You never needed anyone else's attention. Only his.
Having him see you was more than enough.
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Note: Sorry if this got cheesy lmao. Thanks for reading this far! This is the last part of the series. Hopefully you all enjoyed it! Thank you so much for all the love you have given to this story. As a writer, who hasn't shared her writing with others in a while, it means everything to me!
Silmarillion Project Part 1: “Ainulindalë - The Music of the Ainur”
This is the beginning of a side project I’ve been working on, where each week I’ll be posting an illustration that corresponds with a different chapter of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Silmarillion.
The Music of the Ainur is essentially the beginning of Tolkien’s creation myth, where the Earth is slowly formed into being by ethereal song. Nothing too fancy just yet, but tune in next week as things heat up!
Summary: You work in the basement department of the DSO. There you specialize in creating fake identities for agents, scrubbing the internet for leaked videos and evidence of BOWs, and covering the DSO's digital footprint.
Over the years you have been assigned on and off Leon's cases and before you know it, you develloped a one-sided crush on a guy that doesn't even know you exist. And how could he? No one ever visits the basement department, especially if you are someone as important as THE Leon Kennedy, who works on one of the highest floors. You don't let it get you down and figure it's a silly work crush. That is until you see him in the basement asking for you.
AU Prompt: You and your soulmate are connected through your dreams. It switches randomly between whose dream you are experiencing. You can only remember one specific detail about them from your dreams.
Plot: Y/n and Spock are intertwined by fate. Soulmate destined for each other. But, whose to say fate will make it easy for them to meet?
Pairing: Spock x GN!Reader
Warnings: None!
Note: Thank you @maydayfigment for helping inspire me to write this, and helping me hash some of it out! <3
Words: ~4.5k
As you felt yourself waking up, you knew the dream was fading away. Grasping at every memory as it faded, you repeated what you saw. "Mountains, trees, red, voice."
Your eyes opened, as those words repeated through your head. The dreams you had of your soulmates always faded so fast, and as hard as you try you can never remember them in detail. Nothing but his voice. That deep, almost melodic baritone voice.
Turning, you see you woke up twenty minutes before your alarm. Knowing it wasn't worth it to try and go back to sleep, you sat up, hanging your legs over the side of the bed. You tried again to think back on your dream. It was calm, it was always calm, so much less confusing than your dreams often were.
You repeated the words, "Mountains, trees, red, voice." You shook your head with a soft laugh. "Yeah, that helps a lot."
Dream sharing with your soulmate always started once you reached maturity. For the years that you had been having yours, you tried to remember them as best you could. Repeating words to yourself that would maybe help you remember them, but they never made enough sense to help you find out who your soulmate might be.
As much as you hated it, it was well known, that the dreams were not meant to help you find out who your soulmate was and track them down, but just to connect you to them. You would meet when you were meant too.
For everyone who starts to share the dreams of their soulmates, they each have something they can remember from these dreams that would give them that recognizable 'oh' moment when they first meet their soulmate. Usually, they remember the same detail about each other.
For some, it's visual details, like their soulmates eyes, a specific birthmark, or a scar. Or audible, like the sound of their voice, or singing. It ranges for every type of being there is, always giving you some way of knowing them personally, even if you've never met.
For you, your detail, was the sound of your soulmates voice. And every time you heard it, it sent shivers down your spine. It was deep, deeper than most you've heard, which for you, was lucky. It would be easy to recognize. Though, that time had yet to come.
Deciding that no matter how long you tried to think back on the dream, you wouldn't remember it, you stood and made your way to the shower. Taking a moment to look yourself over in the mirror, you let out a deep breath as your nerves began to settle in your stomach. Today was your first day on the USS Enterprise. The first day of a new adventure.
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Spock walked briskly down the corridor of the Starbase, his eyes straight ahead. The quick pit-stop at the Starbase to drop off the recent batch of Ensigns, and to pick up some more, as well as some higher ranked new crew-members, was coming to an end. His mind sorted through the tasks he had done, and the few left he had to complete before Enterprise was to set out.
Wading his way through a small crowd of people, Spock paid no mind to them. Suddenly, he picked up momentarily, on a familiar voice. As his steps slowed, it took him a moment to place to voice. He did not hear what was said, but he knew that voice.
Feeling his chest tighten as realization struck him, he quickly turned back, seeing that the small crowd of people had began to break apart. Walking back, he looked down the halls, listening for that voice again. Just one word wold be enough. Even as people walked past, giving him looks of confusion, he remained still, waiting.
When everyone that had been nearby was gone, Spock felt his stomach sink. You were here. You were right here. If he had actually looked at the people that were around him, if he had paid more attention instead of being so lost in his own thoughts, he may have seen you. If only you had spoken just a bit longer.
'Where do I go from here?'
Your voice repeated in his mind. Of all the dreams of yours he has shared, that was one sentence that always stuck in his mind. The only thing you've said, that he was able to remember in specific detail.
He can't remember the context of the dream, or who you were speaking too. Just that your voice was confused, afraid. Maybe that was why he was able to remember it. He woke up feeling as though you needed help. But that was nearly two years ago.
And now, you were here. Close, yet so far. Were you a member of Starfleet, or just a visitor to the Starbase?
"Mr. Spock, how are things coming?"
Spock was broken from his thoughts as he heard Pikes voice. Tapping his comm, he hesitated for a moment. "I only have one more task to complete Captain."
"Make it fast if you can."
"Yes Sir."
Spock continued to stare down the corridor. Would he hear you again before he had to leave the base? Or would he have to leave, knowing the fact that he had walked right past you, and missed the chance to find you? Knowing it could be years before he gets the chance again?
Turning, he began to continue on his way. His chest heavy with emotion he was finding hard to supress.
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Feeling a sense of melancholy in your chest after having said goodbye to all your friends around the base, you walked down the large hall of the Starbase.
When you rounded a corner, and spotted Captain Pike, you felt your stomach twist as you took a deep breath. Spotting you, he smiled. You stopped and placed your hands behind his back. "Lieutenant Y/n L/n, reporting for duty Captain."
He smiled and reached out his hand for you to shake. "Pleased to meet you Lieutenant, I've heard great things."
Taking his hand and shaking it you smiled, "I've heard the same about you, Sir."
Gesturing towards the transport room he smiled. "My number one is waiting on board, she'll show you around."
"Thank you Sir."
Nodding, he looked past you and his brow rose. Giving you one last look, he tapped your shoulder in encouragement before walking past. As you made your way towards the transport room, you looked back, seeing him approaching a young Vulcan that looked vaguely familiar.
"Mr. Spock, everything good to go?"
You rose your brow as you made your way through the doors of the transport room. 'So that was Spock huh? He's much more attractive than I expected.'
You had heard of the half-human half-Vulcan at the academy, as well as on the last ship you had been stationed on. Maybe you had seen him around and not realized it was him at the time. You wondered what he was like, and if what you had heard was accurate.
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As Spock made his way onto the bridge, his eyes landed on an unfamiliar face standing with Una beside the Captain's chair. A new Ensign? His eyes landed on the badge on your uniform, no, a Lieutenant, one of the newer additions to the crew.
"Alright, let's get a move on." Pike said as he nodded his head to Erica. Looking over at Spock he gestured his hands "Spock, Lieutenant L/n, Lieutenant L/n, Lieutenant Commander Spock."
Yours and Spock's eyes locked and neither of you could ignore the odd recognition that seemed to hit you. Maybe you had met at the academy.
Bowing your head in greeting, Spock returned the gesture before he spun around to face his station. You nodded once at Pike and Una as a goodbye before you turned and made your way to the lift to start your first assignment on board.
As he heard the lift doors closing, Spock's eyes drifted towards them. He was trying to place you in his memories, as he was sure he had met your before. L/n. The name did seem somewhat familiar as well. Perhaps you had attended the academy together.
Looking back at his station, he quickly became distracted by his work, as you disappeared from his mind. Occasionally, unknowing to him, you did pop back into his mind. But he had no idea it was you, he was thinking of.
By the end of the day, when Spock laid down to sleep. He hoped, that he would once again share one of his soulmates dreams.
He had on occasion, tried to complete a form of mind-connection he had heard some Vulcans could succeed in doing with their soulmate through their shared dreams. But this always failed, which he had decided a long time ago, meant that you were most likely not a Vulcan. That, paired with your dreams often being confusing, and fast paced, the opposite of his helped him to determine this.
For a time, he was concerned and even disappointed that you were not a Vulcan. But over time, as he changed, and had begun to accept his more human side, the thought was much less concerning. You were his soulmate after all, it did not matter what or who you were.
Lying in his bed, he stared up at the ceiling, once again thinking about how he had missed you at the Starbase. Closing his eyes, he waited patiently as he began to drift to sleep. Hoping he would once again hear your voice.
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As Spocks eyes fluttered open as his alarm woke him up. He acknowledged that your dream had been more stressful than normal. Though he was already forgetting what happened, he could feel the anxious energy still pulsing through him.
Sitting up, he tried to think back on what had happened. Occasionally he would recall a small detail, but none that ever made much sense. This time, he had the oddest recollection, that your dream had occurred in space, possible even a Starship. As he closed his eyes, trying to force the dream to come forward in his memory, he felt it slip away instead.
Letting out a deep breath, he began to get ready, aware that the recent incident with hearing his soulmates voice was effecting his ability to suppress his emotions. They pressed heavily in his mind, trying to force their way out.
He attempted to distract himself with thoughts of his duties and the most recent mission the Enterprise would be taking on. As he stood at the back of the lift with a couple crew members, he had begun to succeed in distracting his thoughts.
But when the lift doors opened and the two crew-members filed out, his ears caught on that same, familiar voice in the nearby corridor. As the doors shut, Spock felt a jolt of panic rush through him as he grabbed the handle. "Deck C", his voice came out rushed and loud.
The lift stopped before returning to the floor it had just been on. As the door slid open, Spock quickly stepped out, looking around rapidly. He felt his stomach clench as he once again saw no one around.
Walking down the corridor, he listened, but heard no voices. Turning, he walked the other way and did the same. Still hearing no one. Had he just imagined it? Had his thoughts of you come forward so suddenly he thought they were real?
Or perhaps it was just someone that sounded similar? Taking a moment to acknowledge the possibility that you were on the Enterprise, he felt his heart fluttering in an unfamiliar manner.
There were plenty of crew-members he had never met in person, never even spoken too. Could you have been here for a long time and he never knew? There were also multiple new crew-members and ensigns, could you be one of them? Or, had he just been mistaken?
Spock remained in the corridor for much longer than he meant too, longer then he should. But he could not get over the fact that you might be here, on the ship.
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Standing in the lift, you felt a bit nervous as you made your way to the bridge. You had only been on the Enterprise for a few days now, but were beginning to acclimate nicely.
You had just finished your first research assignment aboard the Enterprise, and was told to take it directly to Mr Spock, as he was overseeing the primary research mission.
This would be the first time you would ever actually interact with him, and you couldn't help but feel nervous. What if he found numerous errors in your report, or did not like the way you completed your research? What if you missed something obvious?
As the lift door slid open, you took a deep breath and stepped onto the bridge. Looking over towards Spock's station, you felt an odd mix of relief and disappointment when you saw he was not there.
"Y/n, need something?"
Turning to the voice of the Captain, you stood a little straighter. "My apologies Captain. I came to give my report to Spock, I did not realize he was no longer here."
"Oh, you just missed him." Una said as she stood and walked over to you. "I'll take it."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." She smiled politely. "I've been hearing quite a lot about this research project and I wanna see how it's going."
"Always curious to know everything, huh?" The Captain commented with a smile, to which Una replied with a silent raised brow in his direction.
Giving it to her, you smiled again "I appreciate it Commander."
"How are you liking it on the Enterprise so far Y/n?" The Captain asked.
"Very well Captain, thank you. It's better than some said it would be."
He smiled "Good, I'm glad."
As he turned back towards the front of the bridge, you gave one last look of appreciation to Una, and made your way back to the lift. You weren't sure what you felt more of, relief that you would not directly see Spock's reaction to your report, or disappointment of having not spoken to him.
'I wonder what his voice sounds like?' You thought to yourself, realizing you did not recall ever hearing him speak.
A quick thought of him being your soulmate passed through your mind, causing your ears to burn a bit.
'That's ridiculous.' You thought, though you could not get rid of the thought easily.
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Upon walking back into the bridge, Spock stopped as Una approached him, handing him a padd "You missed Lieutenant L/n."
Taking the padd, he looked down to see the report for the research you had been assigned.
"It's good." Una commented before she turned and returned to her station.
Sitting down, Spock read quickly over the data you had gathered. Raising one brow as he read, he was impressed at how much attention to detail you took, especially having finished the report so quickly.
The tone and language of your report seemed familiar to him, adding to his idea that the two of you must have met before. He was often able to place people in his memory easily, so why was it so hard to place you?
As he read over your report one more time, he found himself reading the words with the voice of his soulmate. Upon realizing this, he felt his heart begin to race a bit faster. He had never done that before. So why was he now?
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As Spock stood beside the Captain in the lift, he stared straight ahead, unaware that the Captain had been speaking to him.
"Spock!" The Captain said a bit louder, causing Spock to suddenly look over at him with a look of surprise.
Pike let out a soft laugh "Whats got you so distracted?"
Spock remained silent for a moment, as he considered telling Pike what had happened in the last week.
"I must admit Captain, that, something has happened recently that has caused my mind to become distracted."
"Yeah, no kidding." Pike chuckled. "So, what is it?"
"Do you recall that I told you, the detail of my soulmate's dreams that I remember is the sound of their voice?"
"Yes, I do."
"When we were on the Starbase, I heard the voice of my Soulmate, but did not see them. And I was unable to locate them."
Pike stared at Spock in mild shock. "Oh."
"That is not all."
Pike motioned his head for Spock to continue, clearly intrigued to hear more.
"Two days ago, as I was on the lift, when the doors opened, I heard their voice coming from Deck C. But by the time I made it into the corridor, there was no one there."
Pikes look of surprise grew as he smiled. "Your soulmate is on the Enterprise?"
"I believe so."
"Believe?"
"It is possible it was only someone who sounded familiar. Or, because the fact that I heard them on the Starbase has been heavy on my mind, it caused me to momentarily hallucinate the sound of their voice."
Pike stared at Spock with a bit of a dumbfounded expression. And as the lift doors opened, Pikes attention was taken away from Spock, and instead to the view outside the ship. "What the-" Looking back at Spock he lightly smacked his shoulder. "We'll talk about this later."
Spock's eyes followed the Captains gaze, seeing the reason he and the Captain had been called to the bridge in the first place. The Enterprise had been trapped in an unusual distortion field.
Shoving the thoughts of you to the back of his mind, Spock made his way to his station.
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Rushing towards the lift breathlessly you let out a deep sigh as you made your way up to the bridge.
While attempting to escape the distortion field, communications through the entire ship were effected, and no one could be contacted except through word of mouth. So, somehow, you ended up playing messenger.
As you exited the lift, still a bit breathless, you paused briefly as all eyes turned to land on you. You met Spock's briefly before you approached the Captains chair.
"Please tell me Hemmer's got something?"
You let out a breath and nodded your head. "Yes Sir, he has access to all of the ships controls, and believes that once we reset the system, communications will come back online."
As you began to speak, Spock felt his whole body freeze, as his breath hitched in his throat. He stared at you intensely, listening to your voice, knowing there was no mistaking it now. Now that undeniable feeling of knowing you made sense. He did know you, just not in the way he expected.
"Uhm, Spock, are you, okay?"
As Una spoke, your eyes moved to Spock, and you felt a sudden jolt of surprise as you saw him staring at you with an intense gaze.
Pike looked over at him as well, and as Spock's eyes met his briefly, and Pike noted a momentary panic in Spock's eyes, it clicked for him. Looking at you, as you were clearly confused and a bit alarmed, Pike repressed a grin.
Pike cleared his throat. "Spock, do me a favor and go down to Engineering with Hemmer and make sure everything goes to plan." Looking over at you he smiled. "Go with him."
You opened your mouth to question him, but instead nodded. "Yes Sir."
Turning to head to the lift you watched Spock stand up stiffly, his eyes still on you. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you felt anxiety seep in. What was gong on?
As you entered the lift, Spock entered right behind you, before standing right next to you, your arms almost touching. You could tell his breathing was uneven, and you began to worry something was wrong with him.
When the lift doors shut, Una looked over at Pike with a look of confusion. Pike smiled at her. "I'll tell you later."
After a moment you realized Spock was not reaching for the lift handle to take you to Engineering. Guessing he must have been waiting for you to do it, you began to reach out, but stopped when Spock's hand shot out and grabbed it.
You stopped your own movement, and looked at his profile. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he looked over at you, his gaze still intense.
"Uhm, is there a problem with Hemmers plan Sir? It seemed to take you by surprise. If you think there is a better way I believe he would be open to suggestions."
Spock stared at you in silent observation as you spoke. Hearing your voice, seeing you speak, not in a dream, but instead, right in front of him. He was surprised and a bit unsettled at how much it was effecting him.
You felt the tension in the lift build as Spock did not respond to you. You began to grow even more worried for him.
"Are you feeling alright-"
"I believe we should talk."
As you heard him speak at the same time as you, you felt your breath catch in your throat. Your mind immedietely seemed to short-circuit. 'That was- His voice was- Was that why he was staring so intensely at me? Because he knew my voice too?'
As Spock saw the realization cross your face, he felt a bit subdued as he watched you. The tension was still obvious, but it felt different now.
You felt stunned, but recalled what it was you had originally been doing. "I- uhm, I should let Hemmer know that the he reset the system." You voice was soft, subdued, and your eyes never left Spock's.
Spock nodded softly. "Yes, that is a good idea. Engineering."
As the lift began to move, you felt unsure of what to say, or do. Looking back at Spock you swallowed nervously. "After I do, what- should we-?"
Spock looked at you softly, understanding that you were now as thrown off about this situation as he was. "Once you advise Hemmer that he can reset the systems, we could go to my quarters to speak in private."
'God, how did his voice sound so much deeper and soothing in person?'
You nodded your head. "Alright."
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As you stepped into Spock's quarters, you were surprised at how it looked. You wren't sure what you had been expecting, but it wasn't this.
"Would you like a drink?"
You spun around to meet his gaze and shook your head. "No, I am alright, thank you."
You stood in silence for a moment, before Spock stepped closer. "I must admit, though I am sure it was obvious, I was quite surprised when I heard your voice. I apologize for how I reacted, it was..unlike me."
You shook your head a bit. "It's alright, I understand, I was just as shocked when you spoke in the lift."
"I think I should tell you, that heard your voice on the Starbase, the day you transferred to the Enterprise. I did not see who you were, and was, disappointed, that I could not find you. As well as that, a few days ago, I heard your voice on Deck C, but again, was too late to see you. I was beginning to think my mind may have been playing tricks on me."
You were a bit surprised by this, and let out a soft laugh, Spock rose one brow in perplexity.
"I'm sorry, I just. That reminded me of something my mother once told me. That sometimes fate likes to tease you a bit before allowing you happiness."
Spock tilted his head a bit in thought. "That is quite fitting for this situation."
You smiled at him, and Spock felt his heart flutter a bit at the sight.
You spoke softly, "Can I ask you something?"
He nodded his head "Of course."
"When you first saw me, did you recognize me? Or did you have a moment where you swore you knew me from somewhere?"
Spock rose his brow and nodded. "Yes, I did."
You nodded with a smile. "So did I. I thought maybe we met at the academy, but, I don't think that was it."
"We may not be able to remember our shared dreams, but somewhere in our subconscious we do. It most likely triggered the familiarity, when we first saw each other."
"That makes sense." You nodded as you turned, looking around his room a bit more. "I always tried to remember parts of your dreams. But the main thing, was that they were always calm, subdued." You looked back at him, and saw a hint of a smile. "I suppose it makes sense now, why they are like that."
"And it makes sense as to why your dreams are much more...active than mine. I assumed years ago that you were not Vulcan based on the confusion and often delirium your dreams would leave me in once I woke."
You let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I always have rather fast paced dreams. Especially if I am stressed. But that made yours much easier to appreciate. And, I've always found your voice quite soothing."
If Spock blushed, he would have in this moment. "I have always thought the same of yours as well."
Thinking back a moment, you asked cautiously. "Are you...disappointed that I am not a Vulcan?"
"I must admit, that the thought did trouble me at first, as I have often struggled with my human and Vulcan sides. But I can now, confidently, and truthfully say, that I am most certainly not disappointed."
You felt your neck and ears burning, as your heart palpitated.
He added on, almost carefully "What about you? I assume I am not what you expected."
"I think you might be more than I expected actually. And I do mean that as a compliment."
Another hint of a smile could be seen on his face, and you felt an odd sense of pride because of it.
Spock's eyes glanced at the clock in his room, and he cleared his throat lightly. "Perhaps you would like to accompany me to get some dinner? Then we can talk more about, our future."
'Our future'.
You felt a shiver run up yours pine. That's right. It hadn't truly hit you until this moment. He was your soulmate, connected by fate. From this moment you would no longer be waiting for him to be a part of your life. Instead, the rest of your lives would be connected, and spent together.
You smiled "I'd like that."
xx End xx
Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I wasn't sure if I should continue or not lol.
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