#miller: thread

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starter for @takeabiteoutofyou !!

Miller had never understood the allure of cat-and-mouse games, not until he met her. Then he fully understood and embraced the idea. Just as he had set his sights on Izzie, so did the people behind Project Castor and maybe even people higher than them. He had to be careful if he wanted her to be his and only his.

He was counting on her curiosity to lure her further in and seeing her number pop up on his burner phone was another success. Leaning back in the hotel office chair, he answered the phone with an air of satisfaction.

“How’s your coffee?” He asked, figuring that at this time of the morning, she’d be finishing a cup or starting another. “I think you’ll find it wasn’t me this time- but I do have information.”

The end of his pencil brushed against his lips as he surveyed the image in front of him. If the Leda clones were anything like the Castors, they were going to be trouble. A Leda had been gunned down and killed by a sniper during the night, it was only a small consolation that one more was out of the way. Now he just had to make sure Izzie understood that this wasn’t his doing.

“You’re headed into a big, fat international minefield. I don’t know how deep it goes, but I’m willing to help you. I don’t want to see you dead.” As simple as the last statement was, it was difficult to admit. Having feelings was uncomfortable. “Should I continue or would you rather quit your job now and hide in the woods for the next few years?”

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@rootsown​  [ cont. ]

     “yeah. yeah, you’re, uh – you’re definitely right about that.” hard to argue with him on that one, really. cosima backs up slowly, hands held aloft in front of her, placating like one would be to a rabid animal. then again, it’s not as if the castor boys (her brothers, a voice whispers, but it’s still too weird to think of them like that) have proven themselves to be anything but so far. “i don’t. but, uh, neither do you, right? i’m – i’m not looking for one, anyway; i’m just here for my sister, that’s all.”

“I’ll do what I have to.” It’s a matter of fact statement and he shrugs, taking a step further into the dingy motel room. One of his brothers hadn’t covered his tracks, probably Seth. Setting down his bag of groceries, he give her a once over, quietly concluding that she’s hardly a threat. The glasses tell him she’s the scientist, more brains than brawn, certainly not as violent as the twins.

“Of course you are.” He scoffs and nods, then tilts his head back in thought. A trade probably isn’t an option, at least not without a long conversation with Mother, but he can’t help but voice the option to see what the woman has to say. “So are you offering a trade or are you straight up asking me to let your sister go?”

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starter for @takeabiteoutofyou

“So, what do you think? I had a hard time finding them in your size. I hope you like them.” A wide grin spread across Miller’s face as he eagerly looked from her face back to the box. The clunky, tan military boots sat on a bed of red tissue paper inside their oversized box. How Izzie was going to be able to walk in the large boots was a mystery. “Now, we’ll be matching.”

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@takeabiteoutofyou

Her fists clenched on the serving plate and tried to remember those breathing exercises. He was dying and lashing out at someone made him feel better. She wouldn’t fight him, or throw jabs at him. However, she wouldn’t let him think it was acceptable. “If I end up pureed, you’ll end up with a murder charge and then you’ll really end up in a place where they give you pureed crap.” Well, at least she gave him consequences to his actions jab.

“Also, you know I don’t cook or bake for shit, so be thankful I haven’t tried to give you something even Lucky wouldn’t eat. This place around the corner makes their food fresh.” Izzie held the spoon out to him, waiting for him to take it. “I’m not feeding you.”

"I’ll do it at the very end so I’ll die before they can do any court proceedings.” After letting out a small grumble, he took the spoon and set it next to his bowl of cheerios. Out of the cheerios, bacon, and eggs, the bacon had to come first. He took a little bite of the bacon and grumbled once more. “I bet Lucky’s food is better than this...I’m teasing. I’m teasing.” A stupid smile appeared on his face as he glanced up at Izzie. When he focused back down on his food, his smile started to disappear as the more serious thoughts came back.

“Look, about all this, I just don’t want to be treated like an invalid. I should be bringing you breakfast in bed.” He was the man of the house, he was supposed to be the strongest one but here he was fading away ever so slowly.

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starter for @takeabiteoutofyou​

“No, I-I’m fine. I’m fine, it’s j-just that I’ve never had a n-nice Christmas like this.” Miller sniffled a little, not taking his eyes off of the fresh Christmas tree in front of him. The room was dimly lit other than the shining lights on the tree and the lights helped reveal the sad smile on his face. “It was never meaningful like this. It’s not about who’s going to get the best present from Mother anymore.”

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starter for @confidxnteveryday

The woman had only been there a week or so and seeing as she was only the second victim, the routine had not yet been established and thing were still being sorted out. Miller was in charge of the prisoner but the two doctors had their differing ideas which made it much more chaotic than it should be. Doctor Coady wanted her in the clinic so she had easy access to her, Doctor Silva said having her in the clinic was disruptive and wanted her elsewhere.

At the morning shift change, at around seven o’clock, he headed down to the clinic with a breakfast tray for her. They had injected her with a Castor infected blood sample a day or two ago, by now she’d be probably be a sweaty, crying mess that he’d have to guard for most of the day. With the tray in hand, he maneuvered around the curtain and set the tray down on the side table.

“Ready to eat yet? Microwaved French toast, apples, bacon, and orange juice. Everything has been defrosted to the perfect temperature.”

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starter for dierdenisms

“I hope you didn’t miss my vicious attack dog too much.” The German Shepherd, Sammy, sitting beside Miller let out a growl as of to reaffirm his status as attack dog. A small smile spread across Miller’s face as he watched his dog stare a hole through Paul. Miller didn’t budge from his seat, he was off duty and there was no need for him to get up to salute him.

“It’s good to see you, Major. If you don’t mind me asking, how was life with the Leda queen?”

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scarredclone:

His arm hung limply at his side, for fear of causing more pain or breaking it even more. “What the fuck,” Rudy spat at his brother, moving closer to him. “We’re supposed to be on the same side and you pull this shit!”

Miller have him a ferocious glare and crossed his arms over his chest. Leaning against the door frame, he tilted his head to the side and studied him carefully. “Maybe you’ll think twice about sneaking into my room again. I know it was you. Who else would have the balls and the stupidity to do that?"