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No Good Deed (Canon Dapper/420 deathfic)

We will bury you.

Oh God, how those words burned. She knew Russian. She knew what the intent was. And it still burned. ... We will outlast you. And that was how four words brought 420 to her knees, crumpling and ripping the newspaper in her hands. Everything.... Everything.... Was for nothing? She killed him. In desperation, but she had. Crammed a chunk of her own Green Matter in his mouth and forced him to eat it. Got chased out by an automaton guard. Got both her legs broken by the bastard.

That meant...nothing? Nothing to Nikita? He, and everyone under him, would just outlast her? And win? Oh, he wouldn't get the chance. She got back up, running towards the door, only to be held back by Opal. Yelling at her, calling her by her old name... She had yelled back, screaming. Furious. Unleashing the anger she had at her former friend. Unaware that Harvey had snuck up behind her, pulling wires from her neck. Forcing her to shut down. --------- She woke up to being hung on a wall. Blurred eyes looking around, sharpening after a moment. Harvey was at the table, shirt sleeves rolled up. Wiping at his face for done reason. Opal was next to him. Red-faced, like she had been crying.

She had tried moving her arms.... But without success. Same with her legs. In fact.... Nothing outside of her head moved. And looking down, she saw why. Her waist was uncovered and open. Her core was exposed.

And the inevitable hit her. ”...Really. The both of ya....hate me that much?” So much venom in her tone. Making both of them jump and look at her with scared faces. ”....After everything. After everything I did for you! For everyone! YEARS!”

Harvey moved first. ”Dap-...420. You killed a man. Tried to start the war.”

Half laugh. ”I've killed more th'n just one man! 'N all to keep a war from happening!” ”Well, it didn't work. All it did was escalade the tensions...” No pause as she replied "I can still fix it.” The bitch chimed in. ”No! No, you can't! You can't kill anymore!” ”Just watch me, you whore! Let me down and I'll show you here and now what I can do!” Instantly, Harvey had reached forward. Her core... Her lifeforce was in his hands. And he was trying to pull it out.

"...... Not even a 'sorry' for an old friend?” He glared at her, nervous but determined in what he was about to do. ”An old friend? No. You?" A jerk, which was accompanied by a harsh spark in her chasis. "Different story.” Her boiler lurched at that. He hated her. She, who was completely and totally faithful to him. And he... He knew. He knew what Opal did to her. The pain she caused. How she spent night after night crying on his shoulder, until it became too much. Opal had already pounded into her that she hated 420, that she was nothing but walking, talking scrap metal. But Harvey... He said he would always watch out for her. No matter what....

It was then something in her snapped.

Liars. Both of them.

Oil threatened to leak from her optics as the realization sunk in. Head hanging as her mind comprehended the fact both didn't care about her. She had truly sunk low. The people she killed, bots she had betrayed... Karma was coming back and it hit her hard. She would die. And by the very man who gave her life. Her voice boomed at them both as she startled them with "Fine! So be it! You both don't care... So why should I?" Her eyes bore on the man in front of her."Just know.... Just know I hate you. Both of you. And I will kill you, I swear to God. I will! I will send you both to fucking HELL! I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU!”

Oil had already spilled past her cheek plates as she yelled. Then she felt the wrench of her core as it was torn out. Head bobbing down as her systems were forcefully shut down.

She saw something amazing the last few seconds of coherency though. Her core. Whole.

Bright, brilliant green. Beautiful. Perfect.

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420 Drabble: Thursday

((Drabble/feels under the read more because my feels are still recovering from that McCoy death fic from earlier....

Enjoy~))

~1936

She'd left on a Thursday.

Nothing life-threatening this time. Nor was she being drafted again. Just an old promise to Harvey that she'd visit him and Opal on their anniversary. So she had spent the two weeks before just singing and dancing.

Then she had to work. Nothing she'd ever admit to if the Lovelies questioned her about it, but she enjoyed working in the burlesque shows. There was still a bit of singing involved, but she mostly danced and teased. Harvey had made her in a human form, so what was the harm of getting both money and attention from it? Every look, every gaze... It made her feel powerful. She made them feel like this. And, unlike the clubs she had crooned in in Germany, she was appreciated here.

Course, once in a while there was a snafu. A man trying to feel her up after a show, a jealous dancer coming by to yell at her... The usual. Though she'd never forget a certain shark-faced boy who had tried bringing her a gin and tonic and managed spilling it all over her favorite red dress. He had run off afterwards, probably thinking she was glitching from the alcohol when, in total actuality, she was just jumpy. She didn't see him til the next night.

Took a few hours, but she got a name from one of the regulars on who he was. McCoy. An automaton who worked at the docks a few streets over.

Name in hand, she had walked up next to him at the bar, ordering two gin and tonics.

They had similar meetings each night the rest of the week. Meeting in her room after a show, she'd set him up with a drink of the night and they'd relax together. They'd mostly talk, but the topic would jump everywhere the course of the night. Sometimes it'd be what they were doing here, why they were working where they were, sometimes it would be art, and sometimes it would just be laughing, enjoying the other's company. He was clever and sweet, and she loved every second they spent together.

But on Thursday night, he offered to hook up somewhere else for a nightcap. She declined. Only giving him a deep kiss and leaving. She'd be back in a week. They could meet again. -------

First night she was back, she had gone straight to the bar and waited for him.

Second night was the same thing, but this time she wore a regular green dress. He'd mentioned once he'd liked the color.

Third night she was starting to give up. She had waited at the bar, only to have a few men sit next to her and brag. Something about a bit of fun they had near the docks over a week ago. She snapped at them to shut up, and they did.

Fourth night was when she finally left the bar early, heading to the docks nearby. It had never crossed her mind that McCoy could've been hurt. The depression was hitting everyone hard, maybe he was just one of those working over time. A few talks with the other workers, she found out wrong. No one had seen McCoy since the Friday after she left. And judging by a few of the nervous looks she'd get, he wasn't fired. It was something worse.

A small kid was the one who told her what had happened. He'd accidentally seen it, telling no one for fear of having a similar fate. She couldn't blame the kid... But... Everyone else knew. And they let it happen. Those bastards took away McCoy.... That sweet, charming, ... McCoy.

She spent the rest of the night sitting at a far-off dock. Crying oil until dawn.

Fifth night, she went back there. Bringing a jar of moonshine with her. She told him she'd get him to try it, at least once. She only cried once as she poured it into the water, hoping he'd get it some way.....somehow.... A giant man had tried to attack her from behind, throw her into the water. He was larger, saying something along the lines of "sink as quick as the other". But she simply stomped on his kneecap, knocking him down and kicking him into the water herself. She ran away before she could see if he came up for air.

Six night, she left. This town reminded her of him. However short their time, she missed him... And she needed to get away. She'd leave a night early, skipping the final performance tomorrow. She ordered two more gin and tonics, out of habit, and drank one. Leaving the second on the counter, for anyone who wanted it. Looked like the guy in the corner needed a pick-me-up himself.

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~1946

Ten years. Ten goddamned years since she had thought of McCoy. But there was his name on the file. Target: Poolcue McCoy. There was jargon afterwards, but she didn't bother to read it. She only smirked, oil coming up to her eyes. He was stronger then she had given him credit for... But then again, she was naive then. 

The suit in front of her got her attention. He was nervous, a newbie on debriefing. "So, can you take care of him or not?" Aw... Trying to be a badass.

"....Oh, I could, but I got things t'do t'night. Send Rogers." Agent 420 stood up, throwing the file back at the kid. "You know I avoid oth'ah bots." She left right afterwards, musing to herself that that day was a Thursday.