Soulmate AU Prologue
Little side note here:
This part is pretty much just background info to kick start the more interesting parts that will be in the next chapters(but if you don't read this, there will be some serious confusion in later chapters). And remember how I said Robotnik wouldn't be working for the government yet? Well I rewrote some things and now he is. Stone is still 18 and you'll still get to see his family life, etc. This 1st chapter doesn't really talk much about Soulmates yet but the next chapters will talk about it more, I promise! Oh and feel free to send a comment on what you think of this fic(whether you love it and wanna see more or have some constructive criticism for me)or maybe just send a like, whatever works, anyway I hope you enjoy reading this<333
"You're being stationed where," his mom asked.
"Afghanistan," his father repeated with the same hard military tone he used whenever he spoke.
"But that's overseas," his mom cried in outrage.
"I'm aware but this is the first mission I've been assigned since...," father trailed off, looking down at his right arm that stopped just before the elbow. Aban remembered that day well, the look of sheer horror and heartbreak that nearly tore his mom's soul in half when she got the call, the way she went over 100 miles an hour all the way to the hospital, and the hours of crying and endless whispers of 'I'm so glad you're okay, thank god you're okay' as she squeezed herself into the hospital bed beside the injured man and wouldn't stop hugging his father....
Stone zoned back in when hearing his father bark out a sharp, 'I cannot refuse this mission!'
"But what if you get-Nothing's going to happen, Annabelle," father cut in. "I'm not-the taller man sighed, staring at his arm again-I'm not even going to be on the front lines," he finished, seemingly disheartened that he wouldn't be at the center of the bloodshed.
"So then what will you be doing," the 18 year old asked after a growing moment of silence.
His father's fist clenched, a scowl on his face, "I'm playing babysitter for some government quack." Aban and his mother shared the same confused look before staring back at the other man, waiting for him to continue.
"I'm going to be the bodyguard to some mad man who gets off on playing with his fancy tin cans," his father said begrudgingly.
"Tin cans," Stone echoed with slight confusion.
"Robots, the sick fucker makes killer death machines for a living," his father clarified. Well this guy certainly didn't sound very nice but he knew his father could handle this mission and he could already see this taking some of his mom's worries away, knowing her soulmate wouldn't be risking his neck out on the front lines.
"Anyway we'll be leaving this week so start packing," father said, gruffly before storming out.
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Meanwhile overseas...Ivo was pissed, pissed they keep sending government lapdogs to his lab, pissed they already had another picked out, pissed he has to stay in this god forsaken country for who the fuck knows how long, and pissed he has to waste his precious time and brain power to create machines for braindead military men who don't treat his babies with even half the respect they deserve!!!
A good long scream accompanied by a storm of cusses, a few mysteriously broken objects, and one dance break later Robotnik calmed down. Immediately reading through the musclehead's file. Sebastian Stone. He's 41, his wife is 39, and his son turned 18 just a few months ago. The only blemish on this man's seemingly perfect track record is a recent mission in Turkey that left him temporarily out of action. The load of medals backing him combined with his so-called exceptional leading skills(and ass kissing skills no doubt)must be why they kept this lapdog in particular. Not like it mattered, he'd have this one out of here in a week.