A/N: Finished season 2 of Hit Monkey.......man.......I needed to get feelings about it and my marvel hubby out so...here....
Tags: Spoilers, seriously - spoilers for the ending of Hit Monkey, this takes place right at the end of season 2's finale, Established Character Death, Hurt with a little comfort but not much
They could all see how heart broken you were.
They didn't say anything, they didn't have to. The way everyone would glance at you out the corner of their eye if the topic got too close to 'the Boone incident' and what happened afterwards, the way they never said anything when you pulled another chair out at the dinner table only for it to sit empty the entire meal...
Only Bryce ever tried to do anything about it, clapping your back and talking about how the 'little white fur ball' would be back before you knew it. His own voice would waver with emotion every time, and you don't know if he actually believes what he's saying or if he's just that good at pretending. The cool evening air of New York isn't as smog heavy as it used to be, the abundance of plants left over from Boone's pathetic 'humans are a disease upon the Earth' shtick have really purified the air. That could be the reason why the city hasn't finished disposing of them. Or it could be the twisted remains of humans still entangled in the vines and bark and roots that slows the whole operation down, you don't know.
All you know is that you miss him. You miss your dangerous monkey with a sweet and tender heart.
Dot sits to your right, eating dino-shaped chicken nuggets from the restaurant as Eunice and Danke talk shop with Iris. The little girl always asks to sit next to you, practically clinging to your arm no matter where you go. Monkey's death affected her just as much as it affected Bryce and yourself. The other assassin sits to your left.
Well, not your direct left. The seat next to you is empty but pulled out, just like always, a small wishful part of your heart hoping, praying, that you'll see a ghostly form of your mate. That Bryce will gasp and smirk and teasingly ask what took the macaque so long to join you all. You stare vacantly at the table, your food untouched and growing cold. You hadn't even ordered it yourself, simply sitting there in silence. It was Dot who had asked for a burger and fries to be brought our for you, and Eunice had smiled and said this one was on her.
You didn't even have the energy to thank her for her kindness. She didn't tease you for it.
Out the corner of your gaze you can see Iris grab her father's hand to comfort him, and you feel a burning sensation build behind your eyes. You look at your own hands curled in your lap, your palms empty. What you wouldn't give to feel rough, calloused skin with scars against your own once more…
Bryce pulls the extra chair into the table.
You weren't expecting the flood of rage that consumes you at the action, white hot and boiling your blood within moments as you snarl at him. He hardly flinches - this isn't the first time you've reacted so fiercely to them acknowledging the missing presence among your group. He sighs, his shoulders drooping as he gives you the same look a kicked puppy would give. Sad eyes that know what you're missing but are helpless to do anything to fix it. You turn your glare back at the wood of the table, fists still clenched in your lap, fighting the urge to reach and pull the chair back out.
The street lamp flickers above your table.
"Wait, what?" Bryce mutters. You look back up at him, everyone else still holding conversation about a future you don't care to be a part of. Bryce stands, his eyes moving from the street lamp to the sidewalk across the road, concentrating. You follow his gaze, a presence lingers in the air, similar to the one Bryce had when he was dead. Hope flares in your heart - bright, burning, untouchable and with the potential to destroy you if it were to go out.
There's nothing there.
A van rushes past on the road.
And an iridescent green figure, changed but certainly recognizable, stands on the sidewalk.
You're out of your seat and rushing across the road towards him before you even register the feeling of your feet hitting asphalt, your gaze locked on him, begging for this to not be another hallucination.
"whoa, wait a sec! Don't go tearing across the street like that, there's traffic!" Bryce shouts at you even as he puts his hands in his pockets and looks both ways before following you. The others at the table are watching you both, twisted in their chairs as you fall to your knees on the pavement in front of, to them, an empty spot.
You reach out to hold your monkey in your arms, his own arms rising to meet yours halfway only to phase through you. You gasp and shudder, a chill racing up your forearms and down your spine at the cold feeling, but that's not the reason tears roll from your cheeks in fat droplets to drip from your chin and onto the floor. A chocked sob escapes you at the desperate, broken look on Monkey's face as he stares at where his hands should be touching you but instead fizz and fade against your skin. A quiet chirp leaves him, and you so desperately want to pull him into your arms and kiss it better you feel like you're about to vomit on the street beside you.
You settle for sobbing as Bryce puts his hand on your shoulder and crouches next to you, looking at Monkey's green spirit.
"Hey bud. We've uh…we've been waitin' for ya." He tries to smirk but it doesn't quiet reach his eyes. Years of numbness from everything he did is the only excuse for why he's not crying like you are currently. You know he missed the macaque as much as you did. Monkey hoots at him, about to place a hand on Bryce's shoulder before pausing and staring at his ghostly form. "Yeah, I know…It's not easy to get used to at first but…well, we'll figure out how to get you back properly soon. God knows your little girlfriend here needs to give you like, fifty million hugs or whatever sappy crap."
Monkey coos softly at you, his hands trying to cup your cheeks more out of habit than anything else, and he snarls at his own hands inability to be tangible to touch you. You wipe your eyes yourself, sniffing hard and trying to catch your breath as you take him in.
He's changed in the short time he's been dead.
His fut coat is longer in specific spots, most notably around his head and neck. He has a proper mane of white fur now, like a true alpha of a troop. The wounds he had in life that should have left permanent scars are missing, but a new one stretches over the curve of his right eyebrow and down to his cheek. The lines of his face and stern and set, closed off as a wall to hide his true emotions, but his eyes are the same. Those eyes…brilliant yellow that burned it's color into your heart, your memory, that show his true feelings for you and you alone to see.
What you see is…dark. Heavy. His time in the after life clearly left it's mark, and it shows in this new way he carries himself.
You lean forward on instinct to kiss his muzzle, like you used to do for so many months before…before everything with Boone. You bite back a whimper as you pause right before your lips phase through his face. He coos at you once again.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry I left you like that. I…I'll figure something out, some way to get my body back again. I promise."
You only hope the wait between now and then doesn't destroy you.
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