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Only The Beginning
Chapter One: Old Friends
Here it is guys! Chapters will be up every Saturday. No beta so typos and errors will occur. I'm so excited to go on this little journey with you all so without further ado,"Only The Beginning" sequel to "To Hell And Back" (If you had not read that please do so. Masterlist will be up soon.)
-H❤🖖
The air was freezing and you had been running for a solid hour. Groaning you looked down at your stomach, moving your hand you hissed when it came away soaked in blood. “Damnit,” you growled frustratedly.
“Can’t run away you fucking bitch!” a voice cried out angrily from behind you. Rolling your eyes you placed your hand back on the gunshot wound in hopes to keep as much blood in your body as possible. The sound of footsteps was getting louder behind you making you sigh heavily,
“I’m bleeding too much,” you muttered in annoyance. Glancing over your shoulder you quickly duck behind a dumpster. The footsteps slow and come to a jog as they pass your hiding spot. Gritting your teeth you pull the knife from your boot and crept up behind the merc. Steadying your frantic breathing you lunged, plunging the knife into the man’s neck. The merc didn’t make a sound as he crumpled to the ground. Yanking the knife out of the merc’s neck you wiped it clean on the guy’s jacket,
“Don’t fucking move!” a voice screamed from behind you, huffing a breath you gripped the knife tighter. “Get up and slowly turn around!” the voice screamed again.
“Okay do you not want me to move or do you want me to get up and turn around?” you asked sassily. The man (You decided) growled, “Get the fuck up. Slowly with your hands where I can see em’ “
Rolling your eyes you eased the knife back into your boot and lifted your bloody hands into the air. Groaning you slowly rose to your feet and turned to face the paid mercenary aiming a gun at you. “What the hell are you?” he whispered hands shaking, a flash of pity coursed through you. Taking a deep breath you looked the man dead in the eyes, “Leave the city and never come back. Final warning,” you offered voice deadly calm.
The man shifted nervously, “They’ll kill me,” he hissed eyes darting around as if the UAC was going to jump out and say “Boo!”
You grimaced, “I’ll kill you if you give a reason too, run and get a new line of work,” you ground out starting to feel dizzy from blood loss. The mercenary slowly began to lower his gun, “What are you?” he asked again.
As he lowered his gun you placed your hand on the bullet wound again, “Honey you don’t wanna know,” you grumbled keeping your hands where the twitchy man could see them, you didn’t need any more holes.
The merc holstered his weapon, “ They want you, really bad. That guy...Kennex too.” he said eyeing you as you opened up a manhole. Wrinkling your nose at the intense smell of piss, shit, and death. Grunting in pain you lifted the dead man, dragging him toward the manhole. “Yeah they’re persistent this time around,” you muttered finally after dumping the body. The distant splash and grinding of the manhole cover was the only sound between you and the merc. Nudging the cover back into place with the toe of your boot you saw that the merc drifted to your side curiously,
“What are you going to do?” he asked brows furrowed. “Well, for starters get this mess fixed and maybe take a nap,” you joked lightly moving in the direction of the wall. “I mean with the UAC!”
Glancing over your shoulder you grin, “I’m going to be a pain in their ass until they leave me and Kennex the hell alone!”
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John unlocked his front door with a quiet sigh, they were no closer to catching the bastard who had been kidnapping and killing young women. He had stopped two weeks ago and the trail is starting to go cold. John kicked his door shut balancing beer and take out in his hands; he breathed the air and froze.
Dropping the bags onto a side table John pulled his gun and entered his living room. A shadow sat against the large windows, curled into themselves. “Not exactly how I wanted to see you again but I didn’t have many options,”
John choked, “(Y/N)?”
You grunted in pain as you pushed yourself off of the ground, “You’ve been shot. Why aren’t you healing?” John asked holstering his weapon. You rolled your eyes fondly,
“The bullet is still lodged in there, I can get it out by myself,” you mumbled and hissed in pain. John gave you a look, “You know you don’t have to be shot to see me,”
You snorted and sat down heavily on a chair, “It’s been five years John, I figured that you would want me to keep my distance,”
John pressed his lips into a thin line, “I was mad, I only heard from you by the occasional postcards you’ve sent,” he grumbled from across the room. Digging through a series of drawers John looked up at your silence.
“It’s a really long story,” you sighed shifting in your chair; John grunted pulling a black zip-up bag and a flashlight from the depths of the drawer he was searching through. He crossed the room in quick strides, “You’ll have plenty of time to tell me,” he whispered crouching in front of you.
You huffed a laugh, “Yeah I’m going to be out for a day or two,” John smirked putting the lit flashlight between his teeth, he grabbed a pair of surgical scissors from the black bag. Cutting your shirt open John wiped away the blood with a clean towel, “Why are you in the city (Y/N)?” he asked, his real question is ‘Why were you shot in my city and where is the body?’
Clenching your jaw you breathed deeply as John dug around for the bullet stuck in your abdomen. “I’m helping an old friend,” you said cryptically hands clutching onto the chair’s arms. The metal creaked and groaned under your grip, John raised an eyebrow.
“(Y/N) what’s going on?”
You took a shaky breath, “The UAC found you and put a rather large bounty on your head,”
John froze for a millisecond before cursing under his breath, you yelped when he pulled the slug from your abdomen. Dropping it into a glass he quickly placed gauze on the bleeding, healing wound. Panting you dropped your head back, “How many?” his voice was quiet and his eyes practically glowed in the dark.
You looked away from them, “Four, I convinced the fifth one to find a new line of work,”
John watched you carefully for a moment; his hand found yours and pried them from the warped remains of the chair. “There are more coming, huh?” he asked quietly. You glanced down at him again,
“It’s my fault,” sitting up you shook off John’s hands, he sat back on his heels giving you room to breathe. Jumping out of the chair you began to pace back and forth like a caged animal.
“I found all of them, John. The ARK’s, and I blew them to hell. They-they killed my team and left Hunter in a wheelchair!” You screamed grabbing the chair and throwing it across the room with a loud crash. John didn’t move or flinch, he simply got to his feet and watched you sadness in his eyes. “It’s my fault, I should have just left them alone,”
“They were going to find me again eventually (Y/N). It’s not your fault and you know it, and it wasn’t your fault when your team died. Hunter didn’t blame you for the chair either!” John said keeping his voice calm. He slowly stepped toward you as if moving any more quickly he would scare you off. Tears cascaded down your face, the long sleepless nights, the fighting and, the weight of the world finally catching up to you.
Quickly turning away you grabbed your discarded coat from the floor and moved away to the open window you came through. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” you mumbled moving to your escape inhumanly fast. John was behind you in a second.
Wrapping his arms around you, he easily held you in place. “Stop. Take a breath,” he ordered softly. The anxiety within you calmed some at his proximity; taking a deep breath you let it out. John loosened his grip some, trusting you not to bolt for the open window. He moved so he could look you in the eyes,
“You’re running on fumes (Y/N) I can tell. When was the last time you slept or ate?” you avoided his gaze not answering. John hummed not surprised, “You’re going to sleep and in the morning we’re going to figure out how to get the UAC to fuck off,”
You huffed out a humorless laugh, “John I’ve been dealing with the UAC for almost six years. They won’t stop until they get what they want,”
“What do they want. Like you said the ARK’s are gone…” he trailed off when your expression became stormy.
“They want C24. And the only two people left with it are you and me, they’ll kill one of us and capture the other,” you whispered and John was quiet thinking over his words carefully.
“We made a promise remember?” He asked with a small smile raising his pinky finger. You couldn’t help but snort, raising your finger you curled it around his.
“We made a lot of promises John and I broke a lot of them,” you sighed looking at your best friend.
“We did and you had no choice,” he fired back tone forgiving. You scowled annoyed at being forgiven so easily. “Stop being so nice, you’re freaking me out.”
John nudged you almost playfully, “We promised to look out for one another and you need to ease yourself back into society,”
You groaned stomping your feet like a child. Fingers still hooked together John pulled you into a hug, “Stop being an infant and listen,”
“Stop being an infant and listen,” you mocked and stuck out your tongue. John rolled his eyes and smiled at how easy it was to fall back on routine.
“We’ll stop every merc that will come for us and show the UAC that we don’t fuck around,”
You pulled back a little, eyebrows disappearing into your hairline, “That is the dumbest plan-”
“It’s brilliant,” he shushed you as he led you into his bedroom. “It’s really bad like we could die or become human pin cushions bad,” you muttered with a shake of your head.
“I’m not sleeping with you either,” you joked yelping when John threw a spare t-shirt and sweatpants at your head. “Go take a shower, ass,”
Walking toward what you assumed was the restroom you shot John a cheeky grin. After you closed the bathroom door John let out a sigh, looking out the window at the falling rain John couldn’t help have a knot in his stomach. Something bad is going to happen and he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was going to happen to you. John grabbed a spare blanket and pillow from the bed jaw set.
Depositing the pillow and blanket onto his new bed John stripped out of his clothes before dropping onto the couch. Getting into a comfortable position he secured his gun under his pillow; sleep being the furthest to his mind he let his thoughts wander.
He thought about your postcards and your mission. You had been keeping the UAC busy, so busy that until only recently that they had left him alone. He hadn’t exactly been hiding, he’s been making a lot of noise. Causing a stir, maybe in hopes that you would contact him, even if it were to tell him to shut the fuck up. The ARK’s are gone, and the UAC is crumbling into nothing, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll stop or not sell their secrets to someone else so they can swoop in for the kill.
“It’s only the beginning,” he whispered the truth of the words made him want to shudder. John took a deep breath and listened, the sound of the shower running and you humming softly filled him with warmth. Enough for him to relax and drift off to sleep with the hopes you still being there in the morning.
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Only The Beginning Masterlist
To Hell And Back Masterlist: Here (First in the series)
Chapter One: Old Friends
Chapter Two: Please Behave
Chapter Three: Oops?
Chapter Four: My Bad...
Chapter Five: A Lead
Chapter Six: Reaper Returns
Chapter Seven: Look No Further
Chapter Eight: You’ve Got Mail
Only The Beginning
Chapter 4: My Bad...
Alas, another filler chapter. The reader finally meets Dorian! The bickering and fluff is on point my friends and I hope I got enough tension in there for you. If not there will definitely be more in coming chapters!
Thank you to my lovely Beta Reader @toppysammy! 🥰
-H❤🖖
John’s grip is tight on your upper arm. Wincing slightly, you allow him to lead you over to his car. A handsome-looking android casually leans up against the passenger side door with his arms crossed. He looks at you curiously, obviously scanning you for ID; you give him a little smile when he doesn't come up with anything. John yanks open the backseat and shoves you in.
“Rude,” you mutter, straightening in your seat and pulling your messenger bag close. Looking into the bag, you check on the heavy drive that is nestled inside. It has a small crack but otherwise is undamaged. Sighing in relief, you blow a strand of hair out of your face. Both car doors open up in front and the two detectives get in, bickering.
“Come on, John, you can’t be serious.”
“You heard what they said; rogue android turned on the security team.”
At that, you sink down in your seat feeling more guilty than before. John’s android partner rolls his electric blue eyes. “Security," he scoffs, "more like black market mercenaries. One of those men had a rap sheet longer than your attention span,”
You choke on a laugh as John sputters and glares at the DRN; you had heard about this model, but it's a wholly different experience to meet one. John shoots you a hard look in the rearview mirror.
“You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?” he barks, turning around in his seat so he can fully scowl at you. Clearing your throat, you think over your words carefully. To give yourself more time, you hold out a hand and introduce yourself to John’s partner.
“I’m John's friend--” you glance at said man; he's losing patience. Grimacing, you amend, “I think…”
The android smiles kindly and takes your hand, “Dorian, John’s partner.” His deep and polite voice puts you at ease.
Pulling your hand away, you look back at your angry best friend warily. You mull over what happened for a second before opening your mouth to explain, “Well, I figured out what happened to Julia Lawson, and it wasn’t suicide,” you jerk your head in the direction of the building.
“The creepy death squad murdered her and staged it to look like a suicide. Which, by the way, was completely obvious; they did a horrible job. Whoever had the case was paid off to keep it clean-cut and closed."
Both men in the front seat looked shocked. “You mean you figured this out in, what, three hours?” John asks with a raised eyebrow. You simply shrug, “I have no red tape I have to constantly cut through. I talked to Julie's brother; he told me what I needed to know and I figured out the rest by using the internet. Breaking in was easy--”
John cuts you off mid-sentence with a warning. He pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing out his frustration. Dorian looks at you like you're an entirely new species; fascination, amusement, and disquiet all flick across his face. Biting the inside of your cheek, you watch the two carefully.
“Look, Julie stumbled upon something very big and I think you should know about it,” you offer, holding out your bag like an olive branch. John watches you closely for a moment before taking the bag and looking inside.
“A hard drive?” he asks skeptically, pulling it out and handing it over to Dorian to peruse. You shrug and gave a smirk, “I downloaded everything I needed on to that thing; Julie’s ‘suicide,' who ordered it, and the plans Julie overheard that caused her death in the first place.”
Dorian plugs into the drive and the more information he obtains, the deeper his frown gets. “This is very...wrong,” he says with a wrinkle of his nose.
You grimace, “Yeah, I forgot about that part; it’s also about Speartips. Horrible name for a private tech company by the way; it's the CEO getting down and dirty with underage interns and paying them extra to keep quiet.”
Dorian stops looking through the drive and hands it back to John without a word. The android’s eyes are as hard as his partner's. John looks back to you, anger still in his gaze. Sighing, your shoulders slump. “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t mean to get caught by the mercs. The android was a new addition,” you defend quickly.
“You threw him out a window,” John points out, losing patience with you.
You throw up your hands, “HE started it! At least his body didn’t hit anyone."
John groans and shakes his head, “Pushing anybody off the fortieth-something floor is bad!” he scolds, starting the car. You scowl at John and cross your arms childishly, “Well, I didn’t like getting choked out. I panicked."
John winces at your words, his posture changing from tense and angry to sad and sympathetic. “I’m sorry, I know you wouldn’t have done any of that if you didn’t have to,”
Dorian’s attention jumps back and forth between you and John, his eyes widening as he connects the dots. “You’re the one who--” he cuts himself off and looks at his human partner.
John sighs heavily and taps his thumb against the steering wheel anxiously, “This is where the whole trusting me thing comes in.” He looks over at the DRN pleadingly. Dorian stares at John for a nano-second before nodding and keeping silent about the whole thing. He was no doubt currently wiping your presence from everything involving what just happened. From camera feeds to bystanders, taking pictures and selfies of the chaos.
“I really am sorry,” you mumble, feeling guilty for more than just putting John in the position that he's now in. Your best friend looks at you in his rearview mirror.
Pressing his lips into a thin line, his shoulders slump just a touch. “I know. You’ve been away from people--well, civilian people for a while. You have to be more subtle from now on, though, alright?”
You grimace at John’s words but nod anyway, agreeing to what he's saying. This is his home after all. He built a life here; and here you were, wreaking havoc in that home like a maniac.
“What now?” you say in a voice just slightly above a whisper. Dorian glances over at his partner, wondering the exact same thing. John purses his lips as he drives through the city. You can’t help your wry smile in response; he always makes that face when he is thinking hard about something.
“We should get you settled into a place. I’ve been keeping an eye out and I got a message from a buddy of mine. There’s a little apartment right near where I live,” he says, handing his phone over to Dorian, who downloads the directions and information.
“I guess you do want your bed back, huh?” you ask with a slight chuckle. John huffs and nods, “My couch is great and all, but it does get a bit uncomfortable after a while,” he mutters with a wrinkle of his nose.
Dorian smirks, “That explains the changes to your sleeping pattern,” he muses, making John scowl. “How many damn times--” he hisses, pointing an accusatory finger at the android only to be cut off by your snort of laughter.
John’s lips twitch upward at the sound, the tense atmosphere of the car lifting as the car crawls through city traffic. “So, Dorian, has John ever told you the story about how he became addicted to noodles?”
You immediately have the DRN’s full attention; John sputters from the driver’s seat unsuccessfully, trying to shush you.
“Well, you see, it all started when he and I traveled to China and we stumbled across this little mom-and-pop shop. The food there was to die for, what was it called…” you trail off, trying to picture the little restaurant in your mind.
“Little Bo’s.” John supplies with a fond smile.
You snap your fingers, grinning from ear to ear, “Little Bo’s! Oh, my gosh, they had some damn good food, and the owner was so sweet; she tried her best to teach John how to use chopsticks.”
Dorian chuckles, “He still can’t use them,” he whispers none-too-quietly.
John shoots him an offended look, “I can too!” he yells indignantly.
Dorian rolls his eyes. “Not very well.” he mutters, ignoring John’s slight pout. You giggle and gently squeeze John’s bicep.
“Maybe when I get settled, I’ll make you dinner,” you offer sincerely. You yelp when John suddenly hits the brakes and looks back at you with wide eyes.
“Seriously?” he asks with a grin. You snort and nod. Dorian looks bemused at the action and his jaw practically drops when John holds out his pinky for yours. Grinning, you seal the promise.
“Just let me know what you wa--”
“Chicken and dumplings," he answers immediately.
You snicker at the quick response. “I should have known,” you sigh with a shake of your head.
Dorian is at a loss for words; he tries multiple times to add something but he can’t. He’s never seen his partner this relaxed and happy before (despite today’s events) and it's odd. However, it's a good kind of odd. John deserves happiness and that’s what you seem to make him.
Just friends, Dorian mentally scoffs, smiling to himself as you and John bicker about the best dishes you've made in the past. Something deep within Dorian’s circuits says that someday you’ll end up being so much more. The heated discussion becomes a bit louder and suddenly changes to whose fault it was in burning down a rental in Rio.
Dorian sighs. Maybe not today, but someday, he thinks ruefully before verbally stepping in to divulge how John once ate a slug in hopes to not offend an old Japanese man.
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Chapter 3: Oops?
Chapter three everyone! This one was a lot of fun to write and I hope you all enjoy reading it! I want to thank the new Beta Reader for this story @toppysammy! Thank you so much, hun! 🥰
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The sound of your hurried running echoes in the stairwell as you fly up the steps. Panting, you skid into the wall as you dodge a small barrage of gunfire. Instead of continuing up the seemingly never-ending staircase, you barrel through the forty-seventh-floor emergency door. Slowing down, you duck into a side office hoping that the very heavily armed men chasing you pass you by; taking deep calming breaths to slow your heart back down, you peek into your bag. Sighing in relief, you see that the computer drive you stole remains intact.
“Census data my ass,” you mutter with a roll of your eyes. The picture of a murdered young woman flashes in your head; the crime scene photos were pretty awful, her body mangled and twisted on a sidewalk. The PD declared it a suicide but the family of the victim--no, of Julia Lawson--was convinced that it was murder.
And after some imaginative investigating, you were convinced right along with them. She was too happy. Engaged to be married, a good job offer in Boston, went grocery shopping the night before. Hell, she was even graduating college that coming June.
The suicide note was a text. Julia was in school for classic literature and poetry; no way in hell would she send a suicide text. It was completely out of her character from what you gathered from her social media and your discussions with her younger brother. It took you precisely three hours to decode the case.
“Color me disappointed, wonder if they were paid off,” you muse quietly and make a mental note to talk to John about it later.
Biting your lip, you slowly move out of the small office and out into the open. Careful to keep your footsteps muffled against the hardwood floor, you strain your ears to hear incoming threats. The thudding sounds of boots make you freeze and tense, your hand slowly inching toward the back of your pants where your gun sat snug and cold against your skin.
The far door bangs open, letting five armored men into the room, gun raised and ready. Crouching low, you inch forward, weaving through the lines of cubicles while keeping your senses open. You decide against the gun and reach for the knife in your boot. Cocking your head to the side, you hear the distinct crackle of a voice talking quietly over an earpiece. The squeak of boots against the polished floor five feet from your current hiding spot make you grit your teeth. At least I won’t get into too much trouble, these assholes are black market, you think, hoping to ease your guilt.
Taking a steadying breath, you grip your combat knife tightly. The armored merc strolls almost casually past you. His comm beeps, most likely looking for an update. He presses a finger to his ear, “All clear here.”
You choke on a snort before creeping out of the shadows, staying just behind the man in front of you. Taking a cursory glance around the room, you spy two more mercenaries searching the break area and what seems to be the boss’ office. When they turn their backs you spring, clapping a hand over the man’s mouth and plunging a knife into the man’s neck. He gurgles on his blood for a second before crumpling to the ground. You fall with him, quickly muffling his crash to the floor. Pausing, you wait to see if the other men notice. When they don’t, you drag the dead man over to a shadowed corner.
Huffing, you keep low and speed through the room, only stopping long enough to dodge and hide from the men in the room. Sneaking up to the exit, you gently pull the door open, praying it doesn't decide to squeak or groan.
You honestly really should have seen the android coming. Sneaky bastards.
Yelping, you fly over the cubicles right into the wall of windows. The reinforced glass cracks and spider-webs at the impact.
“Rude,” you mutter after sliding painfully to the floor.
The android doesn't comment and stalks over to you. The mercs still in the room shout in surprise and raise their weapons. They form a semi-circle around you, cutting you off from your exit. Scowling, you stand up, spitting blood right onto Robo-dick's shoes. He doesn't much appreciate it.
The Android springs forward and grabs you by the throat. “Not this shit again!” you splutter as your airway closes.
He lifts you into the air and slams you into the glass again. It splinters and creaks under the pressure. Choking, you glance down, your eyes widening at the drop.
No surviving that, you think dryly.
Gritting your teeth, you release the android's tightening hand; with lightning-fast reflexes, you pull the gun from your pants and fire. Four shots and the mercs are down; they didn’t expect you to be that fast. You suppose it wasn’t their fault; they hadn't known you are superhuman. The shocked and horrified expressions stay with them like a bad picture.
The mercenaries’ android tightens his grip even further causing you to choke and drop the gun. He twists and throws you to the ground at his feet and without saying a word he lifts a booted foot over your head and plunges it down. You grab onto it just in time, grunting under the strain you give his ankle a violent twist.
Not expecting this turn of events, the android stumbles back a foot or two, his ankle twisted around. Without losing momentum, you kick out your leg, snapping his knee backwards. Jumping to your feet, you rush the humanoid machine, grabbing one of the discarded guns from the floor. Cocking the gun, you fire, the gun discharging loudly and the sound of the bullets against synthetic flesh make you wrinkle your nose.
The android stumbles back into the compromised windows. The gun clicks, signaling that it is out of ammo. You drop it and surge forward. Without missing a beat, you twist and kick your enemy in the chest, sending him crashing through the window.
The sound of a crash followed by horns and screeching tires make you wince. “I’m in so much trouble,” you breathe as you look down at the carnage below. Praying the dead android hadn't landed on anybody, you start to scrub the scene. Wiping your prints from every surface you could think of, you secure your unregistered glock haphazardly and peek over the ledge of the shattered window. Peering down at the street below, you hiss in frustration. Multiple police and fire trucks glitter below.
“Good response time,” you compliment, both impressed and annoyed. Taking one last glance at the scene, you rush out the door back into the stairwell. Dashing down the steps onto a different floor, you enter another section of offices. Grabbing various items from different desks, you pull yourself together. You throw on a pair of glasses, put your hair up, turn on the crocodile tears, and affect a look of shock and fear. You curl up under a desk just in time for police to enter, guns raised. An officer takes one look at you and sees a scared civilian. He escorts you down to the lobby and points at the evac point. Rushing toward it, you watch out of your peripheral as the officer runs back to the elevators.
You weren’t the best actress in the world but it was enough to convince the people around you, too preoccupied with the situation to notice you slip away into the gathering crowd. You would have made it too if it weren’t for the sudden strong grip on your elbow. Snapping your head up you see John looking down at you completely unimpressed.
“I can explain…”
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