Too Late. (Part 1)
freja doesn't know what she has until it's gone.
[freja skov x female reader + emre sarıoğlu]
angst / slayyyter's album: worst girl in america
coming soon: Too Bad. (Part 2) | Too Afraid. (Part 3) | Two Hands. (Part 4)
"jesus fuckin' christ," you huff under your breath as you watch freja fail to walk through the door quietly, accidentally knocking over the coat rack. she's stumbling, avoiding your eyes; she knows how bad this looks.
"frej', are you sober?"
"of course i am," her eyes meet yours for a split second, trying to be earnest with you. "just tired from the mission, that's all."
you see the exhaustion in her eyes, and when she slides off her jacket, there's new scars.
"you can't blame me for asking when you're gone for days and come back like... this," you speak while you watch her kick off her boots.
you hear her breaths grow a bit ragged, but before you could comment on that, she quickly makes her way to the bedroom. you follow her like you're physically tethered to her.
"look i know you can't tell me much about your work, but-"
"then stop asking."
her tone is suddenly cold. she turns to look at you, and her gaze on you is distant, unfamiliar, and sharp. you can tell you're being shut out.
"freja, i'm just saying, a little message during your downtime wouldn't hurt-"
"it'd be a pain in the ass."
her response is a shock to your system. she gets cold during arguments but, this is different. this isn't your freja.
"...did you meet someone on your mission?"
"seriously? that's what you're worried about?" she scoffs, turning her back to you as she changes out of her combat suit.
"with the way you're treating me right now? yeah, i'd say it's at the top of my list of concerns."
"maybe you should rewrite it."
you groan, sitting down on the bed. "freja, please, i-"
"i kind of need you to shut up right now."
you cannot believe what is happening. you don't recognize the woman standing in front of you.
"well, if you stopped interrupting me-"
"i'm going to bed."
your body stills as freja walks around you to go on her side of the bed, thudding down on the mattress and tucking herself in. you peek over your shoulder, and you can see her back is turned to you.
"...i'm gonna go."
you don't even know why you had to announce it. she didn't deserve to know, she clearly doesn't care.
her body lays still on her side as you get up and quickly gather your bag and keys.
"i love you, babe." you hear freja mumble, still turned on her side.
"yeah, love you too."
you're out the door.
The following morning...
freja's hand subconsciously rubs your side of the bed, expecting your warmth to be there.
"...babe?"
it's empty.
freja jolts out the bed, immediately standing up and scanning the bedroom. she remembers the quick events of last night, and the expression on your face when she stupidly shut you out.
"oh fuckin' hell..."
she aggressively digs through her duffle bag, pulling out the tracker she programmed just for you.
it's been shut offline.
"no... nnno no no..."
she jumps into a pair of sweats and runs to the garage.
your car is gone.
she searches for any sign of a struggle. maybe you dropped something? any tire marks? strands of hair? anything?
"what the hell is happening..."
her breathing is erratic. she's pacing anywhere her legs can reach. she's in full panic mode, and nothing cannot calm her down except for any sign of your life.
her hands are busy dialing your phone over and over and over again.
it goes on busy tone.
freja then dials a different contact.
emre sarıoğlu.
ring... ring... rin-
"...hello?"
"emre!" freja's tone is uncontrolled, close to a full shout. "she's gone! she left last night and hasn't come back! you have to help me find her!"
emre is quiet on the other line.
"well?! why are you quiet?!"
"...did you two argue last night?"
freja's face contorts, visibly confused.
"yes?! but why the hell does that matter? she's not here!"
"...because she's here. with me."