Imagine the first time Stiles comes back to BH after a few years he gets bitten and something awakens.
Stiles came back after a rough case, his flight landed at midnight and as much as he would love to get some sleep he has to see his dad. He goes directly to the Sheriff’s station and his dad is so happy to see him. He ends up feeling guilty for being away for this long and promises himself he would visit more often. The sheriff’s shift isn’t over yet, he sends Stiles home to get some rest only for him to get attacked outside the station. He tries to fight but the guys a lot stronger. He sees the Alpha’s eyes flash right before he gets bitten and everything goes dark.
The only pack members left in BH are Derek, Malia, Sheriff, Melissa, and Parrish.
Lydia is somewhere doing complex work in math/science, Kira took control over her homicidal fox spirit and started college later than L & M, Liam and Mason go to the same college, Deaton ended up leaving with Scott when he starts college and they’ve been doing real veterinarian work with a small side of supernatural duties in Davis (although they don’t call him the Alpha that was so cringe in the movie 💀), Derek opened a new auto shop, Malia’s temporarily back from traveling & helps with Eli, and Peter is just being Peter. Nothing new at all for the Sheriff, Melissa, or Parrish 😭.
Parrish returns from a noise complaint and finds Stiles bleeding out. He tries to stop the bleeding, calls for the Sheriff and an ambulance. Melissa’s the one who notices that the blood is turning black.
Derek gets home and goes to check on Eli after seeing Malia asleep on the couch with the TV playing in the background. Once he makes sure Eli’s all comfy he goes to check on Malia but gets a call from Parrish. Malia wakes up mid call heard Stiles + bitten + something wrong freaks out. Derek isn’t freaking out but experiencing extreme Deja Vu. They can’t leave Eli alone so they take him with them to the hospital.
At the hospital Stiles is only getting worse. Melissa is worried she can’t help, the Sheriff is scared of losing his son, they wouldn’t be able bring themselves to tell Scott if he really dies. Sheriff feels guilty for telling him to go home, not taking Stiles home, not hearing anything.
Malia and Derek get to the hospital and take his pain. Parrish and Malia leave to find the Alpha. Derek says there isn’t a solution he knows of and he calls Deaton only for him to tell them theres nothing to help as far as he knows. Scott rushes back to BH, Derek never leaves Stiles’ side. He ends up calling Peter to watch Eli for the rest of the night. Peter is surprised the bite isn’t taking but also sad because Stiles is his favorite.
Stiles ends up dying. Scott couldn’t make it in time. Parrish and Malia didn’t find the Alpha. Derek took his pain the entire time with Melissa and his dad standing beside him. Derek wouldn’t let go of his hand. They gave him a minute to let those complicated feelings for the jeep loose. Derek tells him that the jeep is completely fixed. It took forever but he was able to do it even if he doesn’t understand how. And Stiles didn’t get to see it.
BOOM things in the room start to float, stiles comes back to life. FIN (No idea how I wanted that to end but sterek endgame, sciles besties, scira endgame, marrish endgame 😭😭)
I was so ready to type an angry message when Stiles died, but you brought it back around.
I've been listening the Hamilton lately (specifically 10 things, 1 thing, the beta version of the world was wide enough) and I can't stop thinking about GUN finding out about the doctor survival of the eclipse canon, and they of course assume he's up to no good (because who at GUN would expect that he'd just been living a happy domestic life with his assistant)
Robotnik manages to to negotiate with GUN to have an old timey duel to settle their differences, and so he leaves Stone before sun rise, heads to the agreed meeting spot with Rockwell and a group of agents. They go through their paces. The last thought that crosses Robotniks mind as he aims his bots towards the sky is that he can't wait to see his husband and daughter once this petty grudge is settled.
And then a bullet from Rockwell strikes him in the chest.
For as long as he can remember, Donnie always had Leo beside him. Through every illness and injury, daydream and nightmare, Leo had been at Donnie's side; it was all he had ever known.
And then the impossible happens for one minute: Donnie was alone for one minute.
Leo doesn't understand why Donnie was so strung up after the Krang invasion, chalking it up to him being protective over everyone and shutting himself off for some reason or other. When confronting him, Leo learns why his twin had been distancing himself from him
I had published this on my ao3 a few years ago intending to put it here on tumblr but I haven’t gotten around to it, but it’s here now. This is for all you angst-loving disaster twins fans!
“No Leo!” Donnie yelled. The battle shell he was working on forgotten about as he tried to hold back his tears. “I’m not talking about when we lost you in that krang dimension!”
“Then why are you so upset?!” With a huff, Leo dropped onto the bed. His leg had been healed enough to walk him from the med room to Donnie’s lab, that’s for sure, but he couldn’t stand there for that long. Not yet at least, with the way Donnie said his knee cap was fractured. “I don’t get it. I don’t get why you’re so adamant about this!”
“‘Cause, you don’t understand!” Donnie replied.
“Then tell me! I can’t read your mind-!”
“You died!” He snapped. Donnie turned around from the table, tears flowing freely now in the purple LED lights.
Leo sat there stunned. The breath in his lungs held itself in his throat and the words on his tongue died like Donnie said he had. “What?” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“You died. I’m not talking about when we lost you in the other dimension. No. Your heart stopped beating for one minute on the way back to the lair.” Donnie turned back to the haphazard piles of wires and metal on the table.“For one minute—for seventy-four seconds—you were dead and for the first time in our existence…I was alone.”
He couldn’t look at his twin the same anymore.
They thought Leo was stable enough to move to the lair, and while he needed the most medical attention out of the group, everyone believes he was good enough to move through the subway tunnels toward home. He had been doing fine, up until the station on sixteenth and broadway when he had gone quiet and limp. Leo had started slipping out of April and Donnie’s grip, his legs unmoving and his head hanging against his chest. April was the one to notice first, not liking the way Leo’s hand wasn’t gripping onto hers anymore.
When they laid him, Leo’s eyes had glazed over, a ghostly sheen that spread over his irises and left him staring ahead at whatever victim was in its path. And Donnie was right next to him.
Donnie couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. The world below him disappeared and he was falling through into nothingness as he stared at his twin brother’s dead eyes. Around him, fuzzy figures went to work trying their best to reanimate the dead turtle. He saw red and orange were the first to the scene, their hands following the steps from the CPR training a few years ago. Yellow was next to him, trying to shake him out of his stupor. Grey was somewhere, Donnie couldn’t see where because it didn’t matter at that point. Donnie was now alone in this world.
Everything zeroed in on Donnie as the realization hit him: Leo broke his promise.
A flash of a memory, a ghost of a forgotten time when the twin was just under six years old, hiding beneath their shared blanket in the middle of the night. Bright eyes staring at each other as they giggled about everything and anything.
“Hey ‘tello?” The blue-dressed turtle said.
“Yeah ‘nardo?” The purple one replied.
“You’re never going to leave me right? You’ll always be with me?”
“Of course!” The child’s voice beamed. “But only if you promise to never leave me alone, m’kay?”
“I promise! I’ll always be right by your side!” The blue turtle held out his third finger. “I pinkie promise!”
“But we don’t have pinkies!”
“Doesn’t matter! You have to promise to, okay?”
“Okay,” the purple turtle wrapped his third finger around his brothers, eyes half closed as sleep was rushing over them both. “I promise.”
Donnie didn’t know what to do in those few seconds, that moment when his whole world crumbled to the ground. And then he heard a gasp and yelled of relief. He saw black gloves twitch off the ground and a blue bandanna spring to life before reading on the cold concrete of the subway station. And while everyone else had expressed their concerns and double-checked if Leo was okay to move again, Donnie had still stayed frozen in place, his eyes staring at where Leo’s dead ones looked back at him.
“Donnie,” Leo said breaking the silence.
“No! No! Don’t ‘Donnie’ me!” The older twin yelled, angry tears replaced the sad ones, but they were tears nonetheless. “I had to lose you twice! Twice! I had to watch you break your promise twice, Leo! You said you’d always be by my side, you promised we’d be twins forever, and then you had to do your dumb-dumb self-sacrifice to save our dumb-dumb lives without thinking of how that would affect me!!”
His chest heaved, every ounce of anger and grief pouring in his words. Donnie had been fighting a war against his emotions since the invasion, trying to keep his head level and not think about those few moments where his other half had been gone, and right now he was losing. Donnie wiped a few tears from his face, his cheeks feeling dry and crusted over from the salt, “I…I don’t know how to live if you’re not there, ‘nardo, because you’ve always been there.”
“It’s always been us, always been you and me.” Leo looked away from his brother, his own tears creeping up on him. “And then it was just me…I-I don’t know what that’s like, and I don’t ever want to find out again.”
That’s how it had always been, since they were toddlers, Leo and Donnie were practically glued at the hip. Wherever one went, the other would follow. When one got sick, the other was right next to them. Even if they fought or argued, they never strayed far from the other. The blue and purple turtles had a bond so very different than the rest.
When they were older, shortly after reforming Draxum from villainy to lord of the lunchroom, they found blueprints of Draxum’s lab. Original ones at that.
In the design for the center spire, the one that housed the oozequitoes and the cage where their father was trapped, there was no separation wall between Leo and Donnie’s embedded mutation bobble. They had been floating in shared goop when they were mutated by the ooze and Lou Jitsu’s DNA. No wonder they had been so close—they were practically reborn as twins when they were mutated!
Whether it was a coincidence or not, Leo and Donnie had grown up as them against the world, and for a few moments, it was just Donnie.
Leo grunted, his voice bringing Donnie’s attention to him, his non-existent eyebrows were furrowed as he stood up from the bed. There were no arm rests to help him up and his walker was too far away to grab, but that didn’t stop him. And slowly, oh so slowly he made his way to his twin, weak and recovering arms wrapping around his brother and the bandages that covered Donnie’s injuries.
“Leo, wha—?” Donnie began, startled by the unannounced touch.
“I’m sorry, ‘tello.”
Donnie cried again for the second time that day as he wrapped his around his brother’s cracked shell, burying his sobs in his neck as the two of them hugged. And for the first time since the end of the invasion, Donnie didn’t feel alone anymore, not when he had his twin by his side.
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If you decide to read my other works, you’ll notice that this fic isn’t as…refined as what my most recent stuff is like. It doesn’t matter though, this was like my first serious work and I’m proud of it.
"V class technician? Optical implants? The only thing I've heard about implants is that A class technicians have them, and we call those guys execs. And that that one mystery Class V technician should have one, but whoever they are, from what I've heard, they don't want to be here, so that seems to be a different kettle of fish entirely... Hu? Me? I'm C class, and staying that way. I might be the head technician, but I'm nowhere near the top of the food chain as far as technicians are concerned. I'm just the poor shit that all unfinished tasks fall to."
Desmond Anadem, Cassie's dad, is a C class technician who worked at the megaplex before his termination. Faz Ent also intended to terminate his life, but failed as the exec charged with carrying out his termination was tackled to the ground by Sylvia Blake, who instructed Desmond (and everyone else) to move so that they wouldn't be in the firing line of the execs gun, as she tacked the businessman to the ground. The exec fired his gun as he was tackled to the ground as predicted, and thanks to Sylvia's head's up, the bullet landed safely in a wall. The bullet did graze past Desmond's face, but the graze healed within two days.
The early leak of the notice of termination of night security staff triggered an event called 'The Riot'.
Desmond spent that night using his Faz Wrench to disable staffbots and endoskeletons for easier disassembly.
During his employment, neither Desmond nor any of his colleagues had an implant. They used eyepieces and earpieces with any chips pre-installed into the hardware. Masks for someone as low as a technician were almost entirely unheard of, asside from the mystery V class technician, whom his colleague in security, Vanessa Sylvia Blake, was searching for.
Depending on where a technician worked, some of them didn't even have eyepieces. Arcade technicians, electricians, construction workers, and those who only dealt with off-the-shelf non-proprietary machinery like the tills and computers didn't get or need eyepieces. These guys were called 'E class technicians', or just technicians. Desmond and other technicians couldn't give any less of a crap about 'class'. Most E class technicians, like Luis, didn't even know they were known as 'E class'.
But regardless of rank, all technicians have tool pouches on their belts. Colour didn't mean anything: you picked what colour you liked. In Desmond's case, he let his daughter pick his, and she picked out a shade of purple that matched her Roxy makeup.
tony needs to go incognito for a little, aka tony raids the avengers' closet. also clint's head apparently spontaneously starts glowing whenever tony sasses him his comedy is just that powerful
