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Kyle needed space.
Away from John, Simon, Johnny and the military base itself.
So he decided to see a late night viewing of the first Lord Of The Rings movie; hoping that by the time he got back, all of his partners would be fast asleep.
He just needed to get out and distract himself from everything that had happened during the day.
Distract himself from the arguments he’d had with his partners.
Distract himself from the rage and pain he kept feeling whenever he thought about them seeing you.
Distract himself from the slight jealousy festering inside his heart when he thought of you with your new partner…
Was going to watch a movie that he’d last watched with you, the best way to stop himself from thinking about you.
Probably not.
But the only other movie that was showing tonight was the new horror film he’d seen advertised on the tv, and he certainly wasn’t going to go and watch that.
So with that decision made, he grabbed his movie ticket, a small tub of popcorn and a large cup of lemonade before making his way to the cinema screen the movie was showing in.
Despite trying not to, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to the last time he’d watched The Lord Of The Rings.
You were snuggled against his side; with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close.
The pain of that memory was enough to make Kyle reflect on his movie choice.
‘Maybe the horror film was a better idea,’ he thought to himself; unable to get the image of you and him cuddled up on the sofa from his mind.
Leading to all of his memories of you to play in his mind, a film his own mind had created of you.
Of them.
Of all of them.
He was so lost in the memories of you, that he walked straight into someone accidentally.
“Shit, sorry,” he apologised, watching as the person he’d bumped into turned around, facing him.
Kyle was certain his heart paused for a brief moment, realising that the person he’d bumped into, was you.
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You weren’t a huge fan of horror movies, you didn’t hate them, you just found them a little boring due to their predictability.
But your Fiance loved them and it was his turn to pick the movie you guys watched tonight, seeing as you chose the restaurant they’d eaten in earlier in the evening.
You were currently waiting for said Fiance, who’d just stepped out of the cinema to take a quick work call.
You were lost in the world of your phone, scrolling through it absentmindedly, when somebody barged directly into you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Shit, sorry,” you heard a very familiar voice say from behind you.
You didn’t believe it at first; that was until you turned around and saw Kyle standing directly in front of you.
Kyle Garrick…
“Hi,” he said softly with a smile on his lips.
“Are you guys following me or something?” You questioned, your annoyance clear in your voice, you weren’t at work now, you didn’t have to be polite anymore.
Why was he here?
Were the others here too?
You glanced around the room, but couldn’t see anyone else around, thankfully.
“It’s just me,” Kyle confirmed, noticing your action.
You couldn’t help but be relieved by his answer even though a small part of you hated that you felt that way.
“And I’m not following you, I’m just here to watch one of the greatest films ever made,” he answered innocently, nodding over to the trailer that was playing on the bed screen at the side of them.
You simply nodded in response; a wave of guilt washing over you at your harshness towards him.
Of course he was here to see The Lord Of The Rings film showing tonight, it was his favourite movie…
“I’m sorry about the others by the way, they shouldn’t have shown up at the coffee shop the way they did…”
Kyle’s apology caught you completely off guard, your mouth going dry as his words processed in your mind.
You honestly didn’t know what to say to him; you just stared at him, shocked.
“I’m sorry for everything we put you through, Y/n and I’m glad you’re happy,” he continued.
You could hear the sincerity in his voice; and that left you even more astonished.
Hearing your name fall from his lips, stunned you almost as much as the apology he’d just given you did.
Kyle very rarely ever called you by your name, even if you guys were arguing he wouldn’t do it…the last time he would’ve said your name would’ve been when you first started dating the group.
It felt weird.
You wanted to be angry at him for all the pain you’d endured from him; just like you had been with the others, but he’d done something that the others didn’t.
He apologised.
And he didn’t try to act like the past two and a half years hadn’t happened, in fact he was the only one of them who was acting like it did.
And you appreciated that.
You smiled at him, not a fake or forced smile, a proper smile.
“Thank you,” you breathed, finding your voice.
“Congratulations on the engagement and upcoming wedding by the way,” he said, glancing down at the ring on your hand.
You hadn’t even realised that you’d been fiddling with the precious piece of jewellery on your finger until Kyle looked down at the ring; making your hands freeze.
“Thank you,” you repeated, slightly overwhelmed by his kindness and completely unsure of what else to say to him.
“The movie’s about to start, so I gotta go," he said, giving you another smile before walking past you and towards the screen room his movie was showing in.
“Sorry, honey, that call took longer than I thought,” the voice of your fiance said behind you, snapping you back to repair as he placed a kiss on your cheek.
“Popcorn?” He questioned, leading you over to the concessions counter.
~~~~~~
It hurt Kyle, to be happy for you; and to tell you that he was happy for you.
He couldn’t help but be slightly proud of himself for doing it though.
However, when he noticed the genuine smile that curved on your lips; he could feel his heart aching…
‘You deserve to be happy’ he kept mentally repeating the phrase to himself, like a mantra.
But he couldn’t help his own curiosity.
He knew that you would probably be here with someone, seeing as you didn’t like going to cinemas on your own.
He knew that it was either going to be one of your friends joining you for the movie, or your fiance.
He couldn’t deny that he was surprised that you were watching a horror movie over The Lord Of The Rings, but thought maybe you were avoiding it because of the memory of watching it with him.
He assumed you were seeing the horror film anyway, given that you had no reaction to him saying the movie that he was watching.
He hovered outside the door to his screening, subtly glancing back now and then to see who it was that was going to be joining you.
And just like that, he saw the man who he assumed was your Fiance, given that he was kissing your cheek and holding your hand.
Kyle’s popcorn slipped out of his hand in pure shock, he was only just keeping his drink steady in his hand.
He thought he was wrong.
Hoped that he was wrong.
But he continued to watch the two of you; and there was no denying who that man was.
It made Kyle feel sick to his stomach.
He didn’t want to admit it, especially not after everything that happened earlier in the evening…but John, Simon and Johnny were right.
They had to stop this wedding.
He wanted you to be happy, he truly did, but there was one thing he knew about Phillip Graves….He couldn’t be trusted.
And he certainly didn’t dare to trust Graves with you.
Kyle wasted no time in running back to his car and driving back to the base, certain that he’d broken several speed limits on the way there.
But he didn’t care.
He cared about you; cared about stopping your wedding.
He burst through the door to John's office, just like Johnny had done this morning, except Kyle nearly tripped over his own feet when he entered the room.
“Easy, Kyle,” John said, quickly catching Kyle in his arms before he could stumble to the floor.
“Ye alright?” Johnny asked, taking a few steps towards Kyle, confused by his panicked entrance.
Kyle shook his head as he steadied himself, between John, “She’s marrying Graves,”
“What?” Simon asked, hoping that he’d heard Kyle wrong.
“She’s marrying Graves,” he repeated; with a look of absolute dread in his eyes.
“How do you know?” Johnny asked; in slight disbelief at Kyle’s words.
“I saw him, with her at the cinema,”
His answer made their blood run cold.
John and Kyle knew what Graves had done to Simon and Johnny; knew that Graves betrayed them and then tried to kill them.
“I thought he was dead,” Johnny sighed, running his hands over his face.
“We all did,” Simon muttered, placing his hand on Johnny's shoulder.
“We need to stop this wedding,” Kyle said, glancing at Simon and Johnny quickly, before meeting John's eyes.
“Then we’re all agreed,” John stated with a nod.
They weren’t going to let this wedding happen.
They couldn’t let you marry him.
“Do ye think he’s with her cos of us?” Johnny asked, vocalising the question that had flickered in all of their minds.
After both Graves and Shepherd's betrayal in Mexico; John got worried.
Worried that Shepherd might use you to get to them.
He hoped the worry would fade once he came home; but it didn’t.
It just got worse.
That’s when he knew, knew that he had to break up with you, to keep you safe.
Shepherd knew who you were; he'd met you a handful of times when you visited them at the base or there was work party you were able to attend...it would've been easy to target you whilst they were away on mission...
That’s how he explained it to the others; that’s why they agreed to it.
They’d all collectively agreed to have you be safe but hate them, then love them but be at risk.
But now they find out that you’re getting married to the man who not only betrayed them, but also works for the very man they were trying to protect you from all along.
“I don't know but it doesn’t matter, ‘cos we’re gonna stop this wedding,” John clarified, the other men present in the room, nodding in agreement.
They needed to make sure you were safe, and as far away from Graves and Shepherd as possible.
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Did Simon believe that going to the coffee shop that you worked in was a good idea?
No.
He thought the exact opposite; that it was an awful idea, which is why he’d tried to persuade Johnny from going there at all.
But Johnny was headstrong and determined that he wanted to see you; and Simon knew Johnny was going to go there with or without him, which was the only reason Simon agreed to go.
At least, that’s what he told Johnny.
He knew how hurt and angry the Scotsman was about the news of you getting married; and even if he wasn’t as vocal as Johnny, Simon was feeling a similar hurt, too.
He missed you.
He couldn’t bear it; thinking about you being with somebody else…when you should’ve been with them.
He knew why John decided what he did; believing that ending their relationship with you was for the best.
To protect you.
Simon believed it, too.
That’s why he agreed to it, why he persuaded Johnny to get on board with the idea; but that didn’t make this situation easier.
Seeing you in pain was like a bullet to the heart.
He knew you’d move on, told himself that he’d be able to handle it, but he couldn’t.
That's why he agreed with Johnny that they needed to stop this wedding from happening.
Jonny bolted out of the car and practically ran to the coffee shop, eager to see you, but when he opened the door, Simon noticed him freeze in the doorway.
He quickly came to his partner’s side, following his gaze directly to you.
Your apron was wrapped around your waist, your black shirt sleeves rolled up, as you cleaned the table in front of you with a focused attention.
You still looked the same as you did two and a half years ago, except now you weren’t fighting back tears that were clearly building in your beautiful y/e/c eyes, like you had been the last time they’d seen you.
They both watched as one of your colleagues came up behind you, distracting you from the cleaning trance you’d been in.
“Hey, I’m just gonna take a quick smoke break before you leave; can you just serve those two guys for me?”
They heard your colleague say to you.
Simon thought about walking away for a fleeting moment, but before he could decide anything; Johnny decided for him and began walking over to the counter.
The counter that you were now behind.
Simon followed Johnny over the counter; mentally preparing for the shit show that was about to play out, knowing that you probably didn’t want to see either of them.
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‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ you thought to yourself, watching as two more of your exes, Simon Riley and Johnny McTavish, made their way over to the counter.
“Fancy seeing you here, Bon,” Johnny smiled, his eyes locked on you; Simon was staring at you too, though his face remained neutral, avoidant of any emotion.
You wished you could say that their visit surprised you; but unlike John’s visit earlier this afternoon, you were relatively prepared for this.
You’d messaged your friend Y/f/n, as soon as John had left, ranting about the audacity he had to show up the way he did and continuously call you sweetheart like you were still together and simply had a fight.
Of course Y/f/n replied promptly with a message of, “What the fuck!! That’s so weird! I saw the Scottish guy earlier, too.”
Followed up with another message saying, “I told him how happy you are now and that you’re getting married!”
Your friends’ messages explained John’s sudden appearance at your workplace; and part of you expected the others to be visiting imminently…but you had to admit, seeing them after such a long time made you feel weird, like you were stuck in a Déjà vu loop.
“Well, I do work here,” you quipped back; the same forced smile you’d given John earlier was on your lips; but there was a bluntness to your voice now.
Johnny blinked a few times, clearly shocked by the tone of your voice; his shock seemed to disappear quickly though, replaced with an all too familiar smile on his lips.
The same smile that you’d fallen in love with all those years ago.
“What can I get for you today?” You continued, reminding yourself mentally to remain calm and professional.
You only had a few more minutes left of your shift and then you had the next few days off; meaning that all you had to do was serve them and then you’d be able to spend time with your Fiance.
“Tea for him, you know how he likes it,” Johnny began nodding over to Simon briefly before turning his eyes back to you, “And for me, surprise me, I trust ye, Bon”
You told Johnny the total; biting back a smile at the pure shock on his face as he pulled out of his wallet, paying for the drinks and then you got to work on making them.
It was true, just like you knew how to make John’s coffee, you also knew how to make Simon’s tea.
He liked a simple tea.
None of the flavoured ones like raspberry or mint, just normal English Breakfast tea, black with two sugar cubes.
Is that what you gave him?
No.
Of course not.
You instead gave him the extremely popular berry infused tea, and you did so with a smile on your face and a little wicked glint in your eyes.
Simon unbeknownst to you; noticed the look in your eyes; and sipped the drink without hesitation, saying nothing in response to the incorrectly made drink.
You did, however, notice the small smirk tugging at the side of his mouth, suggesting that he was impressed with what you had just done.
You tried to ignore the heat that was rising to your cheeks at such a small action; turning your attention to making Johnny’s drink.
He did say to surprise him.
So you did exactly that; with a drink, you he hated.
A matcha latte.
You remember when you were dating, and you brought one back from work and he nearly spat it out when he tried it.
“There you go,” you said, the smile on your lips no longer fake, instead smug as hell, “Enjoy,”
Johnny opened his mouth to say something, but thankfully, your colleague arrived back from her smoke break before he could.
“Is mister lover man picking you up today?” She asked with a light giggle in her voice.
“He is,” you beamed, before walking away from the counter and Simon and Johnny and towards the door labelled ‘STAFF ONLY’, quickly disappearing on the other side of it.
You grabbed your hoodie and bag from your locker, blurting goodbye to your colleague as you walked out of the coffee shop.
You knew Simon and Johnny were watching you; you could feel their eyes locked onto you as you made your way past them, purposefully ignoring them.
You didn’t care if they watched.
Especially not when you noticed your finances car parked outside.
You knew that, at least for the next few days; that you wouldn’t be seeing any of your exes again.
No, for the next few days all you were going to be focusing on was spending some much needed quality time with your Fiancé and wedding preparations.
That was your priority.
Thinking about the man you were going to be spending the rest of your life with.
Instead of thinking about the people that broke your heart. But you couldn’t help the brief thought that flashed through your mind; the one had haunted you for months after the breakup.
What did you do wrong for John to break up with you on behalf of himself and the others…
You quickly pushed the thought from your mind, as you got into your finances car; you’d barely even left the car park before you felt the familiar and reassuring presence of his hand resting on your thigh.
“How was your day, honey?” He asked warmly, his south Texan accent filling your ears, making you feel at ease instantly as you placed your hand over his, interlocking your fingers.
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Kyle stood with his arms folded across his chest, completely and utterly baffled at his partner's actions.
John had been gone most of the afternoon but came in a few minutes after Simon and Johnny had left to go food shopping.
In the captain's hands was a familiar takeaway coffee cup that Kyle recognised far too easily.
And then Johnny and Simon returned with identical takeaway coffee cups.
Now they were all sitting in front of Kyle in the living room and he felt like a teacher scolding children.
Both John and Johnny wore a solemn look on their faces; like kicked puppies.
Simon, despite his nonchalant demeanour, was also evidently sad, it was clear in his eyes, at least it was to the people present in the room.
As much as part of Kyle wanted to be sympathetic to them; he was mainly just angry and hurt.
Angry because this is exactly what he thought would happen if he went to go and see you himself. You were clearly happy. That was good. He’d meant what he said to John that morning, you deserved it, especially after the pain they put you through.
But he knew it would twist him up to see you happy about someone else.
Which is why he made quick work of distracting himself so that he didn’t think about you.
He thought the others were doing the same; but he was clearly wrong.
Which is also why he was so hurt; because now everyone except him, had seen you.
Even if they’d come back deflated, they’d at least been able to look at you one last time….
“What were you guys thinking?” Kyle questioned; the sharpness in his voice not unnoticed by the three men sitting in front of him.
“I was thinking that I wanted to see her,”Johnny replied back; his calm tone only furthering the other Sargents' irritation.
“And how exactly did that go?”
Kyle's question was rhetorical.
He knew based on the looks on his partners faces that the interaction with you had gone poorly even without any of them answering
“Well she wasn’t exactly happy with us,” Johnny answered with a frown.
“Nor me, she made my coffee wrong,” John mumbled, taking a brief sip of the drink, trying to force himself to drink the coffee, simply ecause it was made by you.
“Gave him a raspberry tea, and me something that tastes like grass,” Johnny continued, nodding over to Simon before turning his attention back to Kyle.
“Well what did you expect?” Kyle scoffed, running a hand over his face in frustration.
“We can’t let her get married,” John stated firmly; catching everyone in the room off guard.
“Ye’ve changed your tune from this mornin’,” Johnny said, unable to stop the small smile from forming on his lips, knowing that the Captain was now on his and Simon’s side.
“I just thought about it….thought about her,” Johns words trailed off as he looked at Kyle; his eyes were soft; hoping that somehow just that look alone would calm him down.
It didn’t.
“And what?”Kyle challenged,“You thought that seeing us again was going to make her cancel her wedding?”
Kyle didn’t snap at any of them often; and certainly not at John; not only was he their Captain on missions, but they also had a close bond and, most of the time the two of them had a similar thought process on things.
Apart from now.
The room fell silent at Kyle’s outburst; each man trying to work out what to say to him, to help him understand where they were coming from.
“How do you think she felt?” It was Kyle’s own voice that broke the silence; his tone was softer now but there was an undeniable fury in his eyes.
“She was clear about how she felt,” Johnny retorted back; earning a small slap on the shoulder from Simon; who was hating that they were all arguing.
It reminded him of when John had told them that he was going to have to end things with you, it caused so many arguments after you’d left.
It nearly destroyed them.
And he could see that same pain in Kyle’s eyes, this time it was at their betrayal…Simon wanted nothing more than to fix the situation within the group, but he didn’t know how to.
“You ambushed her at work!” Kyle seethed.
“Kyle, breathe,” John said; standing up to try and touch Kyle’s shoulder to help calm him down; hating how worked up he was getting.
“With respect, John, don’t tell me what to do right now,” Kyle strained, shuffling back a little, away from John's touch.
“It’s been two and a half years and you guys just popped up out of the blue to see here, like nothing happened.”
The group remained silent, allowing Kyle to continue venting his questions to them;
“Did any of you apologise to her?”
“Did any of you ask how she’d been?”
“Did any of you congratulate her on her engagement and upcoming wedding?”
“Why would we congratulate her?” Johnny countered back; rising to his feet, anger becoming evident in the Scotsman’s tone at the ludicrous words that he’d just heard.
“Because we let her go; we made our choices and now we have to live with the consequences of them,” Kyle argued back, taking a step closer to Johnny; his words reminding them all that they all agreed to the separation that broke them up, not you.
“If we see her, and that’s a big if because she’s probably going to try and avoid us as much as possible,” he continued; realising his own rage, as he stepped back away from Johnny.
He didn’t want to fight with any of them and certainly not physically.
He needed to go and calm down; to process what had happened.
“But if for some reason we do see her;” his voice was much softer now as he walked towards the door joining the living room they were all currently in, to the hallway, “we need to act like we’re not still in love with her,”
“I can’t do that,” Simon stated; finally speaking, his tone wasn’t harsh; but it was firm, as though he was stating a fact, “none of us can, not even you, Kyle.”
Kyle was nearly out of the room when he replied back with, “That’s why I didn’t go to see her.”
His reply wasn’t filled with rage; just a sadness that they all could relate too.
Before any of them could say anything else or try to comfort him, he walked out of the room completely, closing the door behind him so that he could go and calm down, before he murdered his partners for their stupidity.
Leaving John, Simon and Johnny in the room, Kyle’s words still echoing in their ears.
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You were lying on your sofa, simply reading and relaxing after what had been an exhausting day of wedding preparation.
Your social battery was absolutely drained, you didn’t want to talk to anyone; you just wanted to read your current book and chill, before going back to work.
Thankfully, Phillip knew you well enough to know how socially exhausting today had been, and decided to go out with some work colleagues to give you some space.
He was good like that.
You were so engrossed in the book, that the sudden ringing of your doorbell made you jump a little.
You scowled at the door as though the inanimate object itself was the source of your distraction.
You knew it wasn’t Phillip, he’d made sure to take his keys in case you fell asleep before he got home.
Knowing that it wasn’t your fiance at the door made you a lot more reluctant to open it; especially given that it was 9pm and starting to get dark outside.
But then the bell rang again, followed by several quick yet short knocks.
Whoever it was was certainly persistent.
A defeated sigh left your lips as you placed the book down on the small coffee table next to you.
All you wanted to do was read and have a peaceful evening, was that too much to ask for?
You’d only just got to your feet before the ringing of the bell came once again.
“Just gimme sec, jeez,” you shouted from the living room, quickly walking into the hallway and opening the door.
“Look, I don’t know what-” you began your voice trailing off as you stared at the four men in front of you.
“Nope,” you pretty much shouted at them, attempting to slam the door in their faces, but the door was halted by Simon’s foot on the bottom of the door frame.
He didn't flinch.
Not even a little.
“We just wanna talk, sweetheart ” John spoke, leaning his head around the door slightly so that he could see you.
“I don't want to talk to you,” you snapped back, “and don’t call me, sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry,” John apologised, even in the dim light of your porch, you could see the hurt flicker in his eyes at your words.
“How did you even know where I live?”
“We had some help with that,” Johnny admitted, his voice coming from behind John, his figure hidden.
You didn’t need to ask who.
You knew who.
Kate Laswell.
Well now you just felt like all your privacy had been violated; fantastic.
“Please, just let us explain why we’re here,” Kyle urged.
You couldn’t understand what had changed in such a short time with Kyle, one minute he was congratulating you on your engagement and apologising for his partners uninvited arrival at your workplace, the next he was partaking with them in an uninitiated arrival at your home.
Another sigh fell from your lips; knowing that there was no way you were going to be able to close this door with Simon’s foot wedged on the frame.
You didn’t really want to let them in.
But what choice did you really have?
Your mobile was in the living room so you couldn’t exactly call anyone.
“Y/n, please,” Simon's plea filled your ears; you suppose you should be grateful he wasn’t forcing himself into your home, you knew his strength, knew he could easily just shove the door and be inside the house already.
You pulled the door back, away from Simon’s foot and looked at all four of them, crossing your arms across your chest, trying to keep control of the anger burning inside of you.
Your eyes met John first; hearing a relieved sigh fall from his lips.
Next to him was Simon, unreadable as ever.
Behind Simon was Johnny, who you noticed was wearing the hoodie you stole and slept in for a month when you were dating.
And next to the Scotsman was Kyle, who looked nervous, you noticed how much he was fidgeting behind John.
It was weird; you’d never really seen Kyle nervous before.
And his nervousness only added to your confusion as to why they were here.
What were they expecting?
To just pop back up in your life and waltz back in as your partners like nothing had ever happened?
“What are you doing here?” Your questioned firmly, part of you desperate to have an explanation as to why they were here.
The other part, knowing that their answer, regardless of what it was, was probably going to involve you cancelling your wedding which just simply enraged you.
“We need to talk,” John stated, his voice continuing to remain calm despite the evident rage in your words and actions.
“I gathered that,” you snapped back coldly, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down before talking again.
“What about?”
“About Graves,” Johnny answered, his eyes meeting yours.
Graves?
Phillip?
They wanted to talk to you about Phillip?
Johnny called him Graves instead of Phillip….like he knew him…how the hell could he or any of them know Phillip.
Your stomach flipped as your confusion grew, "Phillip?"
“Just let us come in and we’ll explain,” Kyle stated; you knew letting them in was probably going to be a bad idea.
You knew they wouldn’t hurt you, not physically at least; but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to be more pissed off with them by the time they left.
Slamming the door in their faces wasn’t an option either, evidently.
And you couldn’t help but be curious, curious about what shit they’d managed to make up to persuade you to not marry your Fiancé.
You were certain it was about that subject at least.
You stared at them; the four men you'd loved, the four men you'd trusted with everything, and stepped back, pulling the door fully open.
“You’ve got ten minutes, after that I’m calling the police,” you warned, watching as the four men filed into your home, walking down the hallway and into your living room.
It was a bizarre feeling, seeing people that you thought you’d spend a future with in a home you’d built (metaphorically) with the person you were actually going to spend your future with.
You noticed each of them looking around at different things; a sense of familiarity washing over each of them as they recognised things that used to live within the walls of their home.
Little things, like candles, pictures, throws that were over the sofa.
“Talk,” you instructed, making them all turn and look at you.
“You can’t marry Graves,” Johnny began, taking a step closer to you.
You backed away, a bitter laugh leaving your lips as you shook your head, “none of you, have the right to tell me who I can and cannot marry.”
“He’s not who you think he is,” Kyle continued, mimicking Johnny's steps.
His words made your blood boil.
“Pot kettle,” you snarked back.
None of the men before you turned out to be the people you believed them to be; but Kyle had the audacity to say that about the man you were marrying; and your response signified that.
“Y/n, you can’t trust him,” John stated, only adding to your anger.
“But I can trust you right, John?” The sarcasm was dripping in your voice; and you didn’t even care at the frustrated and hurt look he gave you.
Part of you felt like you were going insane; the people who broke your heart were standing here telling you that you couldn’t trust your soon to be husband, without actually giving you any reason why.
“Why do you seem to believe I can’t trust him?” You asked exasperatedly, losing your patience,
Simon took a few strides towards you, you went to back away but the cabinet behind you halted your movements.
“He shot Johnny,” his tone was quiet, as though he was worried there was someone outside of this room was going to hear him.
You felt all the rage inside you freeze at his words for a brief moment.
Your eyes searched Simon’s; looking for an indication that he was lying, but there was none, all you could see was truth in his eyes.
You glanced behind Simon’s muscular figure to look at Johnny; searching for confirmation of Simon’s accusation.
“Shot me in the arm when we were in Mexico, before trying to kill Si and me,” Johnny explained, taking his hoodie off to show you the scar on his arm.
This couldn’t be real.
They had to be making it up to just stop the wedding from happening….but something inside you, something deep down inside of you couldn’t help but believe the words they were saying.
“You’re lying,” you whispered, unsure of who you were trying to convince, them or yourself.
“I’m not,” Simon stated, his eyes meeting yours, “you know I’m not.”
Simon kept certain things from you during your relationship; that was true, but he never lied to you.
Never.
He was always straight with you about the things he felt comfortable talking about and if he didn’t want to talk about something, he simply told you that.
“He’ll try to deny it,” he continued, “Or he’ll say we’re twisting the story to get you back,”
His voice was firm, but his eyes were soft, you felt a slight ache in your heart as you stared into them, the moments you shared flashing through your mind, the good and the bad.
“Isn’t that what you’re trying to do, twist the story?” You whispered, tearing your eyes away from Simon’s to look at the others.
“Why did he try to kill you?” The words felt foreign leaving your mouth, your mind barely processing the words you were saying.
“He had his orders,” John answered simply as Simon took a few steps away from you, allowing you to see the captain and the others.
A shaky breath escaped your lips.
What did you do with this information?
Phillip was a soldier, you knew that; you’d assumed given his job that he’d killed people; just like the men currently in this room had.
But trying to kill Johnny and Simon….it made you feel sick to your stomach and confused.
“Ye cannae trust him and ye certainly canne marry him,” Johnny spoke softly, clearly seeing how confused you were by what was going on.
“Do you guys just enjoy ruining my life?” You scoffed, feeling the tears beginning to form in your eyes, attempting desperately to blink them away.
You were not going to cry.
Not in front of them.
Not again.
You refused to.
“Quite the opposite, love,” Simon replied back solemnly, “we fuckin’ hate it.”
“Then why can’t you just let me be happy?”
“You can be happy, with anyone else,” John responded back softly.
“Just not him,” Kyle finished; wanting nothing more than to hold you so you could cry properly whilst he comforted you.
You glanced up at the clock, realising that their time had ended and now they had to leave, before you completely broke down.
“Your ten minutes is up,” you pointed out to them, nodding towards the clock on the wall.
“Y/n-,” Johnny started, reaching out to you, not wanting to leave you like this, not again.
But you shrugged away his touch; worried that you would lose what little composure you were holding on to if you let his fingers linger on you.
“Get out,”
Your words were harsh, anger and sadness morphing together and leaving no room for a discussion to be had.
"I'm sorry," Kyle whispered his apology to you as they all began to file out of the room.
It was only when you heard the door close that you let yourself break down; trying to wrap your head around the fact that the man you’re in love with tried to kill two of the people who’d once been as important to you as he was.
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You didn’t know what to do.
You couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried to, your mind just wouldn’t shut off.
You didn’t know who to believe…you didn’t know who you wanted to believe.
You should’ve wanted to believe Phillip, you were going to be his wife after all; but if you believed Phillip it meant that he was right about your exes.
Jealous exes.
Bitter exes.
It was a narrative made sense, that they were just twisting the facts to favor themselves, to put themselves in a better light.
Meaning that they were happy to hurt you all over again.
But there was something about how Phillip had reacted that caused you to doubt him…
You’d never seen him so defensive, so angry; so avoidant of answering a question.
He went from not knowing who Johnny and Simon were; to knowing that they were your exes, but he would’ve known them before that.
He lied to you.
Did that mean that his version of the situation was a complete lie?
Did they try to kill him in retaliation for what he’d done to them?
Did they just go round killing his men to get revenge?
Or was the only reason his men were killed was because your exes felt threatened.
Or did the truth, as it so often did, lie somewhere in the middle of both parties' story.
But if so why would he leave you here alone if they were so dangerous?
It didn’t make any sense.
An aggravated groan fell from your lips as you grabbed your phone and typed a number you’d memorised by heart; a number that you thought you were never going to text again.
"We need to talk; come to the house. No one else, just you" was all you typed out; blunt and concise; somewhat like the very man that the message was going to.
You weren’t entirely sure why you texted Simon: maybe it’s because you’d already messaged and called Y/f/n and had no reply…and you just needed to talk to someone.
Someone who you knew wouldn’t lie to you.
You didn’t even know if he was still going to be awake at this hour, though you doubted his sleeping patterns had changed that drastically.
But you did know that he was there that night.
That he’d be able to give you a detailed explanation of what had happened that night; a factual one.
Void of much, if any emotion, unlike Johnny who you could tell was just a bundle of rage and hurt,Simon knew how to shut off his emotions in a way none of the others did.
You were worried if they were all present again that you’d just get angry as they tried to persuade you out of marrying Phillip.
That’s not what you needed.
You need to know what happened.
Once you had Simon's version of events; the full version, not just a snippet like he gave you earlier, then you’d try to talk to Phillip again and get his version.
And hone that your gut would guide you into knowing who was lying and who was telling the truth.
~~~~~
Simon wasn’t surprised often, but your text, that had caught him off guard a little.
He was certain that you weren’t going to want to talk to any of them ever again; so when your name flashed on his phone with a text message, e had to blink a few times, to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, but it was real.
He considered waking the others, but it was their first night home and they were all fast asleep.
Johnny was snoring loudly next to him; he was pretty sure only a bucket of cold water would wake him up from the deep sleep he was in.
John was lying on his back; one arm wrapped around Kyle who was lying on his chest, light snores leaving both of them.
So much had been happening over the last few days; he wanted to let them rest.
Especially seeing as you had specified in your message that you only wanted to talk to him.
They’d have questions, wonder why they hadn’t been messaged and he had…of course he had suspicions as to why that was, but it wouldn’t be fair on them to tell them something he wasn’t sure was true.
He could tell them everything when he came back.
He wondered if Graves was there; if this was all a setup but that thought soon fell from his thoughts, this was his personal number.
Not just anyone had it.
Only the people he cared about.
And Graves certainly wasn’t one of those people; so unless he’d got it out of you somehow, Simon was certain the person that had messaged him, was you.
He quickly got dressed, throwing on the black t-shirt and black jeans that he’d bunched up and thrown on the chair near the bed; and made his way out of the house.
~~~~~
You saw the headlights of a car shining through the curtains in your living room; an unwelcome wave of anxiety washing over you as you rose to your feet.
You were going to be alone with Simon in your house….it was only now that the thought dawned on you of how bad this would look if Phillip came home.
‘What are you doing?’ You questioned yourself; like there was another person inside your head who was going to give you an answer.
You could just not answer the door.
Send Simon a message saying that you’ve changed your mind.
You could just believe your fiance.
A knock at the door pulled you from the thoughts racing through your head and before your mind had even fully caught up with your actions, you were opening the door, letting Simon in.
“Do you..uh want a tea?” You offered; trying to act like this situation was normal, in an attempt to try and ease your own anxiety.
Simon raised an eyebrow, from where he stood in the hallway, “Depends? You gonna give me that berry infused shit again?”
You couldn’t help but snort at his words, “No,”
“Then yes,”
A few quiet moments passed as you both made your way into the kitchen and you made a tea for him, exactly how you remembered him liking it and a coffee for you
“Here you go,” you said, handing over the cup to Simon, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you did so.
You remembered the quiet mornings or extremely late evenings you two would share when he came back from a mission.
“Thanks,” he replied, the two of you falling back into a familiar and comfortable silence.
Both of you trying to work out what to say.
“What did he say? Simon asked, breaking the silence.
“That you’re twisting the story,” you began, looking down at your tea, avoiding his gaze, “Said that things only started going bad after you and Johnny got hostile, that you killed his men….that you tried to kill him.”
Too many images of people you loved lying dead on the ground filled your mind.
Phillip.
Johnny…
Simon…..
“Is it true?”
“We did kill his men and we did try to kill him, yeah, and we’d do it again,” Simon confirmed, honestly, taking a sip of his tea before placing it down on the counter next to him, “But we only started getting hostile after he betrayed us and detained people we were working with from another team.”
“He had his orders,” you repeated John's words from earlier, your eyes meeting his.
Phillip was a soldier, he followed orders, that’s his job.
A scoff fell from Simon’s lips, “From another man who betrayed us,”
You wanted to ask him what he meant; find out what other man had betrayed them.
But you knew that there were some things that Simon couldn’t talk about, that none of them could talk about and you knew that based on the look in his eyes, that he could say no more than that.
“Do you believe him?”
His question making the ring on your finger feel heavier than it did earlier, you set your tea down on the counter next to you.
“I should,” you whispered, fiddling with the ring on your finger, “I shouldn’t even be having this conversation with you.”
“Why are you?” Simon questioned, genuinely curious about why you were here; unable to stop his heart from feeling a flicker of hope.
Hope that you weren’t going to go through with the wedding.
Hope that somehow, someway, you could come back to them….
He could see how conflicted you were, could see it in your eyes and the dark circles that were under them.
But he could also see it in your demeanour, nervous, worried, confused, like your mind was trying to process a million and one things at once.
“There are just certain things that are making me doubt him…” your started, with a sigh, leaning back against the kitchen counter “he knew you were my exes, but I’d never told him about our relationship, he said Y/f/n told him…which I can’t really imagine.”
You took a deep breath before continuing, “He also couldn’t give me a straight answer about what happened,”
“Does that not answer your question?”
“No,” you answered quickly, because as much as you had your doubts, his whole story wasn’t a lie, Simon and Johnny did kill Phillips' men, and they did try to kill him too.
That was a truth that Simon had already confirmed.
A truth that you couldn’t help but feel was purposefully left out of their original explanation of what happened in Mexico.
You love Phillip; you had to at least give him some benefit of the doubt.
“I love him, Si, I can’t just turn that off.”
Part of you wished that you could.
That you could just close your eyes, snap your fingers and shut off your feelings.
Your feelings for Phillip and the feelings that were still lingering in your heart for not only the man in front of you, but for all of the others too.
“We wouldn’t lie to you, love, not after everything we put you through,” Simon answered softly; and you were unable to call him out on the nickname he used for you, just like you had been earlier in the evening when he said it.
You don’t know why you didn’t tell him to not call you that, when you were so quick to correct John when he called you sweetheart.
Maybe it was simply because John was the one who broke up with you; his words, his voice, that replayed in your mind the days, weeks, months after the breakup.
Whereas Simon; Simon just stood there, like Johnny, like Kyle not saying a single word, just watching.
“So I should just blindly believe you guys over him?” Your reply to his words was harsher than you wanted; but your mind and heart were just at a loss of who to believe.
And as much as you doubted Phillip; the man in front of you, as well as your other exes, had more of a reason to lie to you.
“Why should I believe the people that broke up with me without a single tangible reason over the man that loves me?”
The sting of your breakup was raw in your voice as you looked at Simon; he pushed away from the counter he'd been leaning against and walked directly to you.
“We love you,”
His words cut through your heart like a knife, winding you in a way you didn’t expect.
In a way you remembered dreaming about hearing days after John ended things with you; in a way that made your heart ache now.
“You don’t get to do that, Si,”your words weren’t angry now, just sad, hurt.
“You wanted the truth didn’t you, that’s why I’m here, to give you the truth you want,”
So you dared to ask a question that had plagued your mind for so long, hoping that Simon would continue to tell the truth.
“Why did John end things?”
Simon was silent for a few moments, a few moments that felt like an eternity before finally saying, “He was worried people were gonna try to use you to hurt us.”
He was closer to you now, closer than he was upon his previous visit.
“What?” The disbelief was clear in your voice; his words not giving you the closure you sought, but simply adding to an already overwhelming confusion growing in your mind, “What people?”
“I can’t tell you anything else…” his voice was low as he raised his hand to your face, his hand hovering just inches away from your cheek as he waited for you to move.
But you didn’t.
Couldn’t.
Your mind was too busy processing his confession.
“But we never stopped lovin’ you, Y/n, not for a single second,” he continued, allowing his hand to touch your cheek delicately, as though you were of glass and he was scared you might break, “Leaving you was one of the hardest things we’ve been through, which, considering what we do for a livin’ is pretty a fucked up thing to say, but it’s the truth,”
You were in complete shock.
His words.
His confessions.
His touch; a feeling that until now, you had no idea you’d even missed.
“Si-”
You realised how close he was to you now; closer than you should’ve let him be.
Simon knew he was close to crossing a line he shouldn’t; a line that he couldn’t come back from.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you, he did, badly.
But he couldn’t do that to Johnny, John or Kyle, and he couldn’t do that to you.
He knew you were already confused on what to believe, but now you had the truth.
Well, as much truth as he could give you.
You knew the most important truth, that they still loved you.
You needed time.
Time to process everything.
“I should go,” he said softly, but he didn’t move an inch.
“Yeah,” you whispered, your eyes gazing up his his, unable to not notice how quick your heart was racing inside your chest, “you should,”
He nodded at your words, turning around and grabbing his cup from the counter.
He quickly drank his tea and walked back over to you, placing his empty cup in the sink behind you.
“Thanks for the tea, love,” he breathed, placing a featherlight kiss on your cheek as he leaned past you, “We’ll be home for a few days, if you need us,”
That was all he said before he walked out of the kitchen and left your house.
You raised your hand, your fingers ghosting over your cheek where Simon’s lips had been moments before.
He’d kissed your cheek.
And you’d let him.
You’d just let your ex kiss you on the cheek…
Simon’s confession shouldn’t have changed anything.
Shouldn’t have changed how you felt.
You love Phillip.
But now, knowing that all this time that they’d done what they did to protect you….how could it not change things in some capacity.
How could it not make you question things?
They’d never stopped loving you.
Simon’s admission made you question things about yourself.
Like if you really had ever stopped loving those men; or if you’d simply closed your heart and persuaded yourself out of loving them because you believed they no longer loved you.
~~~~~~
Phillip hadn’t gone far; he was parked just down the road from the house; and it was a good thing too, otherwise he would’ve been noticed by the late night visitor you had.
Simon Riley.
Simon's visit confirmed what he was afraid of; that he was losing you.
Maybe if the 141 knew the danger they were putting you in they would leave you alone; just like they were meant to.
That’s what he’d been told when he took this mission...
All he had to do was marry you to hurt the 141 in a way that didn’t involve anyone getting physically hurt.
But now they were poisoning you against; making you confront him about things you didn’t need to know the truth about.
He saw the doubt growing in your eyes when he spoke to you.
Lying about Y/f/n telling him about your exes bought him some time; he thought you might believe that they could do that, knowing how much they hated your exes.
But given Simons visit, that plan clearly hadn’t worked.
Meaning that he had to start thinking about what happened if you called off this wedding.
What he had to do to you if you called off this wedding.
That was a thought he hadn’t thought of in a while; there’d been no need to, up until a few days ago you were blissfully unaware of his connection to your exes, you were simply excited about planning the wedding.
Phillip noticed his phone flash with a call from an unknown number; unknown to his phone, but he knew who was calling him.
It was the same person he’d messaged the moment he’d left the house after the argument you and he had had.
“What’s happening, Graves?” An all too familiar voice questioned through the phone.
“They found out, they’re trying to turn her against me,” he summarised simply; watching as Simon’s car pulled away from the house he shared with you.
“Is it working?”
“Yes,” Phillip answered; knowing what his answer meant; but he couldn’t lie; it would only make things worse if he lied.
“If this wedding doesn’t happen, you know what happens to her,” it wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
“Yes,” Phillip repeated; though his voice was much quieter this time.
He knew what he’d agreed to when he took this mission on.
He thought that he’d be able to keep his feelings under control, but he couldn’t.
He fell for you.
He'd come to terms with that; knowing that the 141 would probably be too worried about your safety to come anywhere near you again.
But that hope was now gone.
You’d seen them; multiple times.
He knew that they were intent on stopping this wedding; whether they crashed it and stopped it themselves or persuaded you to call it off.
The problem was, when he agreed to this mission, to marry you to hurt the 141; there was an additional clause.
A clause that if you called off the wedding for whatever reason, he had to find another way to use you to hurt the 141.
He had to kill you.
But not before making you suffer; until the point that you were begging for the pain to end.
“Are you still prepared to do what needs to be done, if that situation arises?”
He wanted to say no.
But that wasn’t an answer he could give.
He agreed to this.
Regardless of his own feelings towards you; you were his mission first.
“Yes,” Phillip answered again, before the call ended.
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You woke to the steady beeping of the heart monitor that was hooked up to Y/f/n; relief washing over you that they’d made it through the night.
You were staring at them, hoping that they’d make some sort of funny or witty quip at your prolonged stares, but all you were met with was silence.
A lump formed in your throat as you remembered what the nurse had told you last night.
That they were in a coma.
You didn’t know when Y/f/n would wake up; but you were making sure of one thing, that you were going to be by their side through all of it.
One of the nurses on the evening shift said that they might be able to hear you, so talking to them may help.
But you didn’t know what to say to them except sorry.
That was all you could think about saying because what else could you say to them?
You couldn’t act like things were perfectly normal, not with Phillip and his threats.
You don’t know how long you were muttering apologies for; but a significant amount of time had clearly passed given that the sun was now beaming through the window in the room.
You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, watching as the sun shone onto their skin.
Y/f/n hated sunlight.
It was a running joke between the two of you that they were a vampire.
Memories of them hissing at the slightest bit of sunlight that slipped through their curtains when you were at college with them flooded your mind.
You knew you probably weren’t meant to, but you went over and closed the blinds a little before sitting back in the chair that you’d spent the night in.
“I’ll tell the nurses not to open the blind too much,” you whispered to them softly, placing your hand back on top of theirs.
“The nurse told me you might be able to hear me, if that’s true I know you’re probably bored shitless of my apologies…But I’m so sorry I dragged you into this” you continued after a long pause, your voice quieter now, “just hang on, okay, just hang on…open your eyes, raise a finger, twitch your nose….just something…anything…”
The silence you were sitting in continued.
The only noise in the room was the continued beeping of the machine, it should’ve brought you comfort, but it didn’t.
Instead, it put you on edge.
Making you worry, knowing that the steady beeping of it could change in an instant.
You kept your eyes on them; terrified to look away in case something happened.
They were peaceful.
Too peaceful.
To most it would just look like they were asleep; but you’d known them long enough that this wasn’t just them asleep.
For a start they were on their back, and you knew Y/f/n found it almost impossible to fall asleep on their back, they’d always sleep on their side, alternating between them throughout the evening.
Their nose also hadn’t crinkled at all, the whole time you’d been in here.
They hadn’t muttered anything like they so often did in their sleep; granted you hadn’t spent many nights with them recently, but you didn’t think that little quirk had magically disappeared suddenly.
“I don’t know what happens next,” you admitted; to yourself as much as to them, “I don’t know how to face Phillip without you…I don’t know how to be without you…”
For the best part of a decade, Y/f/n had been by your side, they were the other half of you, and now there was a possibility that you could lose that half of you.
That you could lose them.
You squeezed their hand, hoping that somehow they’d feel it.
“But I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, “not now. Not ever,”
The monitor to your side kept its rhythm.
And then you heard the door creak open behind you:
You turned instinctively, your body tensing almost immediately, before you’d even seen who’d come through the door.
It was like your body knew who it was.
The footsteps were too heavy for the doctors and nurses you’d grown accustomed too.
Then you saw him.
Phillip.
“You should be resting,” he pointed out to you: but you simply rolled your eyes at his ‘concern’.
There was no way in hell you were going to stay in a room by yourself when Y/f/n was here.
“How are they?” He asked, taking a step closer to the two of you.
You didn’t answer him right away.
Your hand stayed on Y/f/ns, grousing you, like your grip could somehow protect the both of you from Phillip and his threats.
If only it was that simple....
“They’re still here,” you finally said, your voice steady despite the fact that all you wanted to do was shout at him to get the fuck out of the room.
“Why are you here, Phillip?” You continued, moving your focus back to Y/f/n, knowing that your anger would only continue to grow the longer you looked at him.
“I’m just checking in, on both of you,”
“Touching,” you bit back, sarcastically; not really caring if he felt guilty about the situation or not.
“Y/n,” he sighed, you could see him out of the corner of your eye, could see how close he’d gotten, “I thought we were past this.”
You wanted to lunge out of your chair and slap him for such a comment.
How did he think you were going to have moved past this?
Did he think that you’d forgive everything now that he’d told you the truth?
“My best friend is lying in a hospital bed because of you and your boss, do you honestly expect me to act normal with you like nothing's happened?”
He stared at you, clearly trying to work out what to say.
“Sooner or later, you’ll have to move past this,” his eyes glanced down at the engagement ring in your finger, “we’re getting married after all,”
“I’m marrying you because you threatened people I care about, not because I love you,” you explained with a harshness in your voice.
“You really think the people you care about will be safe if you keep giving me death glares at any given opportunity and talking to me like you hate me,”
“I do hate you,” you corrected him, hating every single minute that you were in his company.
“Well you need to work out how to change those feelings,” he said, before walking back to the door.
You thought he was leaving.
And you felt a brief sense of relief; that was until he didn’t disappear behind the door; instead someone else walked in.
Your heart sank, instantly recognising then man that had walked into the room.
Marcus Ortega.
You didn’t know him, not really, you hadn’t had many conversations with him, all you knew about him was that he worked with Phillip.
Which meant he worked for Shepherd.
“Marcus is gonna be keepin’ an eye on you and Y/f/n when I can’t,” Phillip said, his words making your blood run cold.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” you hissed out, glancing between Marcus and Phillip.
You weren’t a child.
Nor were you stupid.
Marcus was here because Phillip wanted someone to keep an eye on you to ensure that John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle couldn’t come anywhere near you; and so you couldn’t leave.
But you weren’t going to.
You wouldn’t risk people’s lives just for your own happiness.
But it seemed that Phillip trusted you now about as much as you trusted him.
Marcus was proof of that.
“He’s not a babysitter, honey,” Phillip clarified softly, “think of him more as a protector,”
You stared at Phillip, trying to process the audacity of what he’d just said.
Protector.
The word tasted sour in your mouth.
“He’s simply here to make sure you stay safe,” the words fell far too casually from his lips.
You glanced back to Y/f/n, your hand still wrapped around theirs, like it was the only tether you had left to reality.
Because it was.
You felt Phillips presence at your back, like he was a shadow haunting you, “you don’t have to make this harder for yourself honey, just accept the situation, play your part and keep everyone safe,”
“I know what to do,” you replied back coldly.
You were not a child.
You knew what you needed to do.
You didn’t need to be patronised by him.
Phillip opened his mouth to say something, but the ping of his phone halted his words.
He pulled the phone from his pocket, checking it quickly before placing it back in his pocket.
“I’ve got to go,” he said, already heading to the door again, “Marcus will be around, don’t try anything, he’s very good at his job.”
You didn’t say anything.
Didn’t need to.
It wasn’t long before Phillip disappeared behind the door, yet Marcus remained where he was, his hands folded in front of him, his stance neutral but alert.
Watching.
He wasn’t nervous, or twitchy or unsure.
He knew the kind of man who knew exactly what he was doing, and who he was doing it for.
He was here to keep you inside this trap.
And you would play this part he had you in for as long as you had to, hoping that John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle would hurry up in finding and killing Shepherd so you could finally have your life back.
Maybe you and Y/f/n could move far away and get that book café the two of you were talking about.
~~~~~~
“Any word from Kate,” Johnny asked John; for about the seventh time in the last hour.
“She said she’ll call us if she finds something out, Johnny,” Simon answered on John’s behalf this time, after hearing the Captain answer every time prior.
It would’ve been a lie to say that they weren’t exhausted or on edge.
Because they were.
They’d been calling all of their contacts for information, scouring through old files with previous safe house locations; going through files of missions trying to locate where Shepherd could be.
“We should get some rest,” Kyle said, watching as a yawn fell from Johnny's lips.
Kyle didn’t want to stop searching, knowing that every second counted…knowing that every second they delayed meant an extra second that you were suffering, and they didn’t want that.
Couldn’t stand that.
But Kyle knew his partners; knew that although they didn’t need a lot of sleep to function, they at least needed some.
Something that they hadn’t had since they left the hospital.
And there was only so much caffeine they could have before it started losing its effects.
“We need to get her out,” Johnny said through gritted teeth.
“I know,” Kyle agreed softly, noticing how Simon’s hand was on Johnnys shoulder, grounding the Scotsman.
The room was dim, lit only by the screens around them alongside the lamp in the corner of the room.
Papers were scattered everywhere, on the table, on the floor, some were pinned to the wall; maps, surveillance photos, any and every detail they could find out about Shepherd or Graves.
“Shepherds smart, but he’s not invincible, we’re gonna find him,” John assured the men around him; not wanting to dwell on the possibility of hitting another dead end, like they had so many times before.
Kyle looked over at him then at Simon, whose eyes hadn’t left the file he’d been scanning over, but who also hadn’t turned a single page in the last ten minutes.
“We could rest in shifts?” Kyle suggested, “two of us get some shut eye for a few hours, the other two keep working then we swap. That way we're not all burning ourselves out,”
“I’ll stay up,” John answered without hesitation.
“Me too,” Simon murmured, his attention now on Johnny and Kyle.
Johnnys jaw tightened as he turned to look at Simon, “you’ll wake us if Kate calls?”
“Course,” Simon promised with a small nod.
A sigh fell from Johnnys lips as he rose to his feet, mumbling a quick goodnight to everyone before slowly walking to through the door out of the living room.
Kyle followed, pausing in the middle of the doorway.
He glanced back once.
Simon was scanning the file again, John was on his feet, staring at the map on the wall, like if he stared at it long enough the missing pieces would simply fall into place.
Kyle hoped they could find something.
Anything.
He thought when he got into bed the exhaustion of the day would send him to sleep quickly, as it seemed to have with Johnny.
Who despite his tossing and turning, was now sleeping somewhat peacefully wrapped in Kyle’s arms.
But sleep didn’t come easy to Kyle, instead his mind was racing with thoughts of you.
Your face
Your laugh.
The sound of you saying his name.
Then he’d remember the crash.
The sheer terror he felt coursing through his veins as he tried to get an answer from you.
And he remembered how you looked in the hospital, a shell of yourself, the joyful glint in your eyes slowly dimming away, thanks to Graves and Shepherd.
He wished he could talk to you somehow.
Just to tell you to hang tight; to assure you that they were going to get you out of this and that you wouldn’t have to go through with this marriage Graves was holding over you.
He also just wanted to apologise to you, for everything; for even coming into your life in the first place…if they hadn’t, then none of this would’ve happened and you’d be living happily living your life.
Kyle wasn’t a man who dwelled on guilt.
He’d learned early on in his career that guilt got people killed.
It clouded judgments.
Slowed reflexes.
Guilt and regret were dangerous feelings to have on a mission.
But this…you, you weren’t a mission.
You weren’t just collateral damage in this feud that Shepherd and Graves had against himself and his partners.
You were the part of him that felt like home, and he knew the others felt the same.
And now you were trapped by the very people his team had once called friends.
They pushed you away.
After promising to protect you.
To keep you safe.
To try and do what they all believed at the time was the right thing.
But in doing so, they only made it easier for Graves to worm his way into your life.
And now you were the one suffering at the hands of your own Fiance, all because they’d gotten involved and tried to do the right thing again.
All of it was simply a reminder that doing what is believed to be right, simply doesn’t matter.
If they hadn’t done what they thought was right, you’d still be with them, safe and sound.
And none of this would've ever happened...
Guilt.
Regret.
Grief.
Mixing with an aching weight of love that he had no idea what to do with anymore.
They were all emotions that he was finally allowing himself to feel.
He stared up at the ceiling, feeling it all, before his eyes got too heavy to keep open, and he fell asleep.
But his sleep wasn’t peaceful.
Not by a long shot.
It probably wouldn't ever be again until you were finally safe.
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John didn’t want to leave you, he had to fight every instinct inside of him that was screaming at him to do the exact opposite.
To stay.
To kill Graves right where he stood.
But that wasn’t an option.
He couldn’t stay, not with the look you’d given him.
Pleading silently for him to walk away.
Even now, standing outside that sterile hospital room, he couldn’t shake the weight of your gaze.
That look had said everything you couldn’t say aloud.
It wasn’t just a pleading look, but also one of quiet recognition.
It was a look he’d seen before in, in hostage debriefs, warzones, extraction rooms.
When a person is so desperate to speak with their eyes because even the utterance of a single word might cost someone their life.
And now it was a look that was hauntingly within your y/e/c eyes.
Graves had threatened you.
And not just you.
John assumed he threatened Y/f/n as well as your friends and your family.
There was no way you’d ever agree to marry him, not after everything you knew.
Not unless there was a reason behind it.
That was the only explanation that made sense
But that didn’t make it hurt any less.
Didn’t make it easier to breathe.
Didn’t stop the way his hands clenched at his sides, as though sheer rage alone might hold him together.
He glanced at Kyle; who’d been close to his side ever since they left the room.
John could see the pain mixed with fury in his eyes that mirrored his own as they patiently waited for Johnny and Simon to leave your hospital room.
There was no denying that both of them were a little apprehensive, the minutes feeling like hours as they leaned against the wall opposite your room; both of them had their eyes fixed on the door in front of them.
Then; the door finally creaked open.
Johnny stepped out first, slower now, like all the energy had been knocked clean out of him.
Simon followed close behind, letting the door swing closed behind him, the sound oddly final.
John could hear it in the heaviness of Simon's footsteps.
And that was enough to symbolise how he was feeling.
“She’s not staying with him because she wants to,” Simon said, more so to Johnny than anyone else; he was trying to console the Scotsman.
“That wasn’t her in there,” Kyle added,“Not really.”
“She’s in survival mode,” John muttered, a big sigh falling from his lips; his eyes regaining focus on the door that you were trapped behind.
“Graves threatened her,” Kyle said, quiet but sure. His words were not a question.
But a statement.
Simon nodded grimly. “Figured as much.”
A long silence settled between them like fog. Dense.
Almost suffocating.
Johnny was the one who broke it, an evident rage in his voice, though his volume was quiet enough no one else apart from the three men around him would hear, “That bastard tried to kill us. Now he’s got her wearin’ a ring like it’s some fuckin’ fairy tale,”
He took in a sharp breath before continuing, “We can’t let her marry him.”
“We won’t,” John said, tone clipped and cold, his eyes moving to look at men in front of him.
That voice was familiar to all three of the men surrounding him, it was the voice he used before everything went to hell, right before a mission kicked off.
Right before bodies hit the ground.
“But if we act now,” he continued, “Graves will make good on his threats. Or Shepherd will.”
“And we can’t protect everyone at once,” Kyle pointed out, “Not yet. Not until we know who’s really in the line of fire.”
John looked around at them, his partners, his team…
Tension thrummed between them like a coiled wire, vibrating just beneath the skin.
No one said it.
They didn’t have to.
They felt it too.
That fire.
A protective fire that burned when someone came for someone they cared about.
They’d seen friends taken before and they’d seen friends killed before .
They’d seen lives be torn apart by men just like Graves.
They weren’t going to let it happen to you.
They weren't going to leave you.
Not again.
John's memory wandered to what Kate had said earlier; knowing that getting you away and free from Graves didn’t mean they were going to get you back.
They could do all of this, and you could hate them.
Blame them.
He wouldn’t blame you if that’s how you felt.
This mess, everything that had happened, John knew it was his fault.
If he’d just been honest with you from the start, they could’ve protected you and none of this would’ve happened.
You and Y/f/n wouldn’t have been in the crash.
Y/f/n wouldn’t be fighting for their life in surgery.
You wouldn’t be forced to marry Graves to protect everyone you cared about.
This was his fault.
All of it.
You should blame him.
Should hate him.
He’d understand.
He’d understand If you never wanted to see him, or any of them again.
He deserved it.
Deserved your anger and your hatred.
And he’d gladly walk away from you, if that’s what you wanted, even though it would crush his heart all over again.
And he knew it would crush Kyle, Simon and Johnny too.
But he also knew that if that’s what you truly wanted, then they would not hesitate to do just that.
But there was no way in hell that he was going to let you go through with this marriage.
He was going to right this wrong.
“We do what we do best. I’ll call Kate and we’ll gather intel. Then we find Shepherd,” John explained simply; knowing that Shepherd was the true mastermind behind this plan; Graves is simply a puppet that he’s using to complete it.
“And then?” Kyle asked, already knowing the answer.
“Then we kill him, and once we’ve killed him, we kill Graves.” John's voice was steady but tense, almost in a warning tone. “This won’t be easy,”
He didn’t doubt that the men infront of him would follow him; but he wasn’t going to drag them along into what was potential a suicide mission without giving them the choice first.
It was then that Johnny finally moved. Cracked his neck, then his knuckles. Like he was getting ready for a fight, “When’s it ever been?”
“We handle it, just like we have every mission before,” Simon stated, with a short nod of his head.
That was the last one any of them spoke and they began walking out of the hospital; the mission clear in all of their minds.
~~~~~~
You hated hospitals.
Hated how alone you felt inside them.
Barely any social interaction, no phone to distract yourself with seeing as that was destroyed in the crash….nothing.
You couldn’t even call any of your family or even your other friends because Phillip’s threat was hanging heavy like a noose around your neck.
You were completely alone in this room.
And all you could do was replay everything that had happened in the last few days.
How a man you loved and trusted, turned out to be exactly what you’d been warned about.
You didn’t trust Phillip, not anymore.
No matter how many times he tried to tell you that John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle were trying to manipulate the situation and use it to their advantage.
Granted, you had your own feelings about your exes; and deep down, you were still hurt by what they did, how they'd kept things from you because they thought they knew better…or at least John did.
And you were furious at them.
Furious at them for breaking things off with you without an explanation.
Furious at how they suddenly thought they could just appear back in your life as though nothing had ever happened.
Furious about the fact that you let them close to you again, both before and after the crash; you’d let yourself be vulnerable around them and you shouldn’t have.
Because as much as you wanted to be away from Phillip; you didn’t know if they were the people you wanted to be around either.
But, you also knew that they were the only people who could get you out of this marriage.
The difference between them and Phillip; they didn’t try to kill you; nor did they threaten everyone you’d ever cared about.
They’d never done that.
And you were pretty certain that if you decided to leave them all behind after they succeeded in what you believed…and hoped they were planning; that they would understand.
Phillip?
You weren’t even sure if he was capable of such a thing.
He said that he loved you; but what he was showing you wasn’t love.
It was control.
He wanted to control you, knowing that as long as he did so, he controlled John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle.
You were nothing more than a pawn to him; and he was nothing more than an obedient soldier to Shepherd.
The creak of the door opening broke you away from your thoughts.
It wasn’t until you saw the familiar face of the nurse who’d been looking after you since your arrival came in, that you released a breath you hadn’t even noticed you’d been holding.
“My shifts over now, but I thought you’d like to know that your friend is out of surgery,”
Relief surged through you for a split second; until you took in the nurse's expression.
“They’re in a coma,” the nurse clarified somberly; and those four words were enough to make you feel like all the air had been drained from the room.
Everything seemed to turn into a blur after that; you think you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.
The nurse was saying something to you but you weren’t really paying enough attention to register what they were saying.
The only words you actually remember the nurse saying to you was, “Do you want to see them?”
Of course it took you a second to process the question you’d been asked, but then you nodded again, still unsure that any words you attempted to say wouldn’t morph into a sob.
The nurse had obviously already assumed what your answer would be, seeing as the second you nodded your head they brought in a wheelchair for you.
The journey through the hospital to Y/f/n felt painfully slow; you wanted to see them.
Needed to see them.
But when you got to their door, you were suddenly unsure about seeing them.
Selfishly, because of the guilt that you knew would grow inside you, the minute you saw them lying there.
Then the logical part of your brain kicked in; reminding you of the reality of the situation.
That this was as much your fault as it was anyone's; you brought these men into your life…introduced them to your friends…to your family, and it was because of you that there was a target on everyone's back.
All because as Yf/n said, “Your taste is men is absolutely fucking shocking…”
You weren’t going to leave them.
Weren’t going to let them go through this on their own.
If they wanted nothing more to do with you when you woke up, you’d just have to deal with that situation then, but for now, you weren’t going to leave their side unless you had to.
With another short nod, the nurse wheeled you into their room; to Y/f/n's bedside, and that was where the nurse left you before saying goodbye.
You placed your hand on top of theirs, tears falling from your eyes as you muttered a string of apologies that you doubted Y/f/n could hear; but that didn’t stop you from continuing to do so.
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The paramedic was right, you were lucky.
Your right shoulder was dislocated; you also had a cracked rib and a rather large cut on the top of your forehead; but other than that, the injuries you’d sustained during the crash, were simply cuts and bruises.
The doctors said they’d know more once you regained consciousness; but for right now, their outlook for you was good.
Unlike Y/f/n...
The four men didn’t know of their condition; seeing as they weren’t family so they weren’t allowed to know anything… all they knew was that they were rushed into surgery upon arrival at the hospital.
That was enough for them to gauge the severity of Y/f/ns injuries.
The room you were in was near enough completely silent, except for the sound of the heart monitor machine; which thankfully kept beeping at a steady rate.
Much to the relief of the men in the room.
Simon was standing in the corner of the room closest to you; leaning against the wall, his jaw was tight as he stared straight ahead, much like he had done at home moments after you left.
He was unable to stop his mind from playing out scenarios that ended much worse than the one that happened.
Occasionally he’d glance over at you; reminding himself that you were alright for the most part….that you were safe now.
But every time he looked at you; he felt anger burning through his veins; Graves, Shepherd and whoever was driving the car was going to pay for this; he’d make sure of it.
Of course he wouldn’t be alone.
He knew that.
John, Johnny and Kyle would all help in hurting the fuckers that did this to you.
Johnny was already pacing back and forth along the far wall; his agitation rolling off of him in waves; he'd occasionally stop and look at you for prolonged periods of time, as if you’d wake up if he looked at you long enough.
But you didn’t.
And that’s when the Scotsman would start pacing again.
Kyle was by your side; sitting in the chair closest to your hospital bed; his eyes never leaving you, unless it was to blink.
His hand was hovering over yours; as though you were glass that was on the verge of shattering.
He was terrified to touch you; but he couldn’t pull his hand away, so it just stayed there, inches above yours.
John had been in and out of the room; popping his head in to see if there’d been any changes and to make sure his partners were holding up okay, before disappearing again to make calls.
~~~~~
Currently John was on the phone to Kate; one of the very few people he still trusted, hoping that there was some way she could find out any information about the car; or some other information that would prove Graves or Shepherds involvement.
“It was a black SUV, windows tinted, no plates, left as soon as they veered Y/f/ns car off the road,” Kate explained, making a small frown tug on Johns lips.
He knew he needed proof before he did everything.
Kate understood his silence; she knew what he needed and she’d try her best to aid him in finding the proof that was needed, “I’ll track it through traffic cameras and see what I can find out,”
It was a long shot.
They both knew that.
But it was worth a shot.
Even if she could identify the driver, that would be something.
Or if she could work out where the car was left, John and the others could go and investigate the area seeing as the car would probably be burnt or destroyed by now.
“Thanks Kate,” John said softly; he knew that she didn’t have to do this and appreciated the fact that she was taking the time to help them.
He thought she’d end the call there; and knew by the prolonged silence that there was something else she wanted to say.
“What is it?”
“You know if Graves or Shepherd are involved in this, Y/n won’t be safe, Y/f/n might not be either,”
A short sigh fell from John's lips as he ran a hand down his face.
Of course he knew this.
All he’d been able to think about since they got to the hospital was how he was going to keep you and Y/f/n safe; knowing that if Graves or Shepherd were involved they’d use Y/f/n to get to you.
That’s why he’d been making so many phone calls; trying to sort out a safe house, somewhere safe where they could all go once they could leave the hospital.
“We’ll keep them both safe,” John stated; his voice sounding calm and collected, like it was going to be the easiest thing in the world.
His answer made a sigh fall from Kate’s lips this time, “What if they don’t want you keeping them safe?”
Despite hating her words; John understood Kate’s concern.
There was every possibility that you and Y/f/n would want to get as far away from all of them as possible; he couldn’t blame either of you for that.
But he just had to make you both understand that as long as Graves and Shepherd were out there that there’d be a risk to both their lives.
He wasn't going to leave you.
He thought last time that he was doing the right thing by putting distance between him and you.
He was wrong and there was no way he was going to let that mistake happen again.
He was going to keep you safe this time; as well Y/f/n.
“Have you thought about what happens if Y/f/n doesn’t make it?”
Kate’s question hung heavy in the air.
That was a worst case scenario he didn’t want to think of.
He couldn’t bear to.
Because the worst case scenario meant that Y/f/n didn’t leave this hospital….that he’d have to deliver the news to you that your best friend had died.
You’d already lost so much; he knew it would break you if you lost Y/f/n too.
“They’re strong,” John said simply; knowing that there was every possibility of the worst case scenario happening; but he had to remain hopeful.
“John,” Kate began, “If Y/f/n dies, Y/n could blame you guys….”
“I know,” John replied back, guilt lacing his voice as he hung up the phone.
He wouldn’t blame you if you did.
They may not have driven the car that caused the crash, but they were still to blame.
He should’ve kept you at the house; should’ve let Y/f/n inside and you all could have talked…could’ve come up with a plan.
But he didn't know that there was going to be a car chasing you and Y/f/n.
Hindsight was a wonderful thing, and if he had a time machine he’d go back and change it so that neither you or Y/f/n got hurt, but he couldn’t.
All he could do now was be there for you and Y/f/n if they survived the surgery and keep you both safe; regardless of if either of you wanted the protection he was offering or not.
And he was almost certain that Simon, Johnny and Kyle would agree with him.
This time when he walked back into your room at the hospital; he had no intention of leaving.
“Any news?” Johnny asked, halting in his steps as soon as he noticed that John wasn’t just briefly popping in to check on them all.
“Not really,” John answered, shaking his head slightly, “it was a black SUV, with tinted windows and no plates,”
He watched as Johnny's lips tugged downwards into a frown and he hated it.
Hated that he couldn’t give anybody the answers they needed.
“Kate’s gonna call me when she’s got more news,” John continued softly, looking at Johnny with a small reassuring smile on his own lips, hoping that his words would be enough to raise his spirits a little.
Johnny didn’t say anything; simply nodded at John's words, but he didn’t go back to pacing this time, instead he just stared at you.
John moved closer to the hospital bed you were on, until he was standing behind Kyle, his eyes fixed on you.
Simon’s eyes darted from each of the men in the room before landing on you.
A moment of silence fell across the room; each of them reflecting on how easily they could’ve lost you.
Then a small sound broke the tension that had grown in the room.
It wasn’t much, a slight change in your breathing followed by a faint twitch in your fingers; but it was enough.
Enough to snap all of the men out of their thoughts.
Kyle's hand was on yours in an instant, his other hand moving to your face, his thumb delicately brushing your forehead, ensuring that he avoided touching the nasty head wound you’d obtained from the crash.
“Hey, hey….it's alright, you’re alright,” he soothed, watching as your eyes fluttered open, showing slits of your y/e/c eyes behind their slightly swollen lids.
He could already see the sudden pain turning to confusion which quickly morphed into recognition as your eyes fully opened, glancing around at everyone around you.
“Wh…what..happ…” your words trailed off into a wince, as you tried to move, unable to do so.
“Easy, sweetheart,” John said with a calmness in his voice, moving slightly so that he was standing next to Kyle and not behind him, “you’re safe and we’re all here.”
Kyle continued holding your hand, rubbing small circles onto the back of your hand just like he used to do when you were stressed.
“What…happened? You repeated, your eyes settling on Kyle.
“You were in a crash,”
It was like Kyle’s words triggered an instant replay of what had happened.
You were with Y/f/n in their car.
They were driving to your house..
Someone started following you in a black SUV, it kept crashing into the back of the car…
You’d called Simon, you were heading back to their house…until Y/f/n lost control of the car…
“Y/f/n,” you breathed out, the sheer panic for them evident in your voice as you tried to get up from the bed.
You were trying desperately to ignore the pain you felt shooting through your right shoulder, as well as your chest, all whilst trying to ignore the exhaustion that was washing over your body.
You remembered looking at Y/f/n just before the crash…remembered seeing the fear in their eyes and it made your heart ache.
“You need to rest,” John cooed softly, sitting down on the side of the bed.
A small groan fell from your lips as you attempted to move again; caring little for how much pain you were in, “I need to know where Y/f/n is,”
“They’re in surgery, Bon,” Johnny explained, walking over to the other side of the bed and sitting down on it, mirroring John; stopping you from getting out of the bed.
“Surgery…” your voice was barely above a whisper as you processed what Johnny said; your mind continuing to replay the moments just before the crash, “we were being followed,”
“We know,” Simon stated, turning to look at you, the phone call replaying in his mind.
“Kate’s looking into it,” John added, hoping that his answer would help to console you.
And they did.
Briefly.
Until you remembered what you’d been discussing with the very men in this room.
The information that you’d learnt.
"Shepherd? Phillip….”
“We know they had something to do with it, we just can’t prove it yet…” John answered truthfully.
You didn’t want to believe that your Fiance had planned for this, or worse, to happen; but given what you’d found out about him…you weren’t really sure who he actually was or what he was capable of.
But was he really capable of killing you and Y/f/n?
Would there not have been other ways to do it, instead of in the middle of the day where anyone could drive by and help, and why didn't he make sure you were both dead...?
“It’s too much of a coincidence,” Johnny continued, seeing how the doubt was growing in your eyes from Johns answer.
“We’ll find everyone involved in this,” Kyle declared softly to you, raising your hand gently to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles.
“And we’ll make them regret it,” Johnny assured you, anger burning bright behind his blue eyes.
You knew by the look in the Scotsman’s eyes that his words were not a statement, they were a promise.
Simon remained silent.
He simply nodded his head at Johnny's words as he made his way to the Scotsman side.
His silence a promise to you that they were going to find whoever caused this crash.
“We’re not gonna let anything else happen to you, sweetheart,” John knew you were probably going to bite his head off for using the nickname he used to use when you were together for a second time, but he didn’t care.
Maybe it was the probable concussion you’d gotten from the crash; maybe it was just because of everything that had happened today…but you actually found comfort in hearing some of the nicknames you used to be called by them.
It made you feel safe.
They made you feel safe, despite everything that had happened.
That feeling of safety was a feeling that was short lived though; because then you heard the familiar voice of Phillip from behind the door, at first you thought you were wrong.
You hoped you were wrong.
But when the door opened; he walked through it, his eyes meeting yours, ignoring the four other men in the room.
The concussion definitely must have been doing something to your brain, because you could’ve sworn you saw genuine worry in Phillip’s eyes when they met yours.
