transfuge | Captured - with peace_inthe

Captured - with peace_inthe_violence & nickysnotmybf

Paris felt like a breath of fresh air after Marseille. The trip had healed him but it was still the most emotionally draining thing he'd done in years. Booker felt weirdly heavier and lighter. It was just a weird state of being that he didn't really like but would have to live with.

He was almost so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice his apartment door open without needing keys. Almost. Booker drew his gun and stepped in, ready to shoot whatever asshole thought he had stuff worth stealing. He froze. The woman he dreamed of drowning at the bottom of the ocean was there.

And then she kicked his ass. He didn't expect her to spring at him like a snake or tear into him so viciously. Booker fought for his life but she beat him down and then he was dead.

He wasn't dead in a trunk a few minutes later. Even though he kicked and fought to escape this was a serious trunk, almost like it was specifically designed to keep in a two hundred year old warrior.

Quyhn took him to a warehouse and secured him with heavy chain to a wall. All she wanted was help finding Andy. Booker refused. That got him another ass kicking. She asked again and he refused. Whatever she wanted from Andy it couldn't be good. He had betrayed them all once. He wouldn't do it again.

Booker realized he was bait about two days into being her prisoner. She stopped asking for his help and just made sure he suffered.

Finally, someone was treating him like he deserved. Booker settled into the pain as he tried to focus on how to escape. Very hard to do when he was chained to the wall with heavy iron manacles but a man could hope.

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Joe nodded. For a second, he paused. Going up against Quynh was unlike anything they'd done so far. They hadn't ever needed to fight someone like them who couldn't die and who, clearly, had spent the last few centuries nurturing a grudge. This could go ugly very fast. Worse than with Merrick. Worse than they've ever seen.

In the face of that, the months of fighting between the two of them seemed petty.

He pulled Nicky back in close to him, forehead pressed and rubbing into his husband's for a second before he indulged in a kiss. Nothing long but not chaste, either. 'I love you, too,' it said. 'If things go wrong, I am sorry. I love you and always have. Always will.' And with that settled, he was off.

Joe clung to the wall. He knew Quynh well enough to anticipate she had some security around here. But she had been underwater for awhile so he was betting it wasn't all that advanced. Still, he was careful and slipped into the building as quiet as he could. Melting into the shadows as he got himself into a better position. One where he could both alert Booker to his presence and also get a better idea of what the Hell was going on, here.

If he wasn't discovered immediately, of course. Time to pray.

Booker hadn't observed anyone else around. When he listened he didn't hear other footsteps. It seemed like he and Quyhn were alone but he wasn't entirely sure of that. Someone got her out of the ocean. Someone helped her navigate the modern world.

There were other people but none of them were near Booker. Quyhn's personal army was kept far away from Booker where he couldn't take advantage of them or use them. It made things very easy for the others to find him. Exactly what Quynh wanted.

"They looked for you!" he argued, jerking forward on his chains. "They tried to find you. They didn't have the means to reach you. Doesn't that count for anything?"

"They will answer for what they did." She had said the same thing before. Booker couldn't get a plan out of her... and then there was movement in the corner of his eye. He glanced over and almost cursed.

Joe. It was clearly Joe. They had come for him. The idiots.

"What about me?" he asked trying to keep Quyhn's attention. "I betrayed them. What do you think I have to answer for?"

"They abandoned you. I expected you to be more helpful."

Her private army was scattered, but once Nicky had lowered himself back into position next to his rifle, they didn't stand a chance. He didn't take any of them out, not yet. He didn't want to risk losing any chance of talking to their long lost sister. Instead, he quietly and expertly guided his husband (and oh how that kiss still burned on his lips) through the building to avoid them.

As soon as he saw the dark shape of Joe moving through the shadows in the same room as Booker and Quynh, he felt his stomach tighten and he took a couple deep breaths to keep himself perfectly steady.

It felt strange to hold her in his cross hairs, not because he was aiming at her but because they'd lost her before the rifle had been invented. Holding his family in his cross hairs was nothing new, but she... everything in her body screamed violence and his finger tapped lightly on the trigger guard.

"Be careful, Joe. She has a blade on her left hip. Short. Dagger of some kind."

The thing about instant healing was that you couldn't look at someone and immediately get an idea of where they had been hurt. There were ways to tell, though. Dried blood on clothes and skin, for instance. Tears or holes in clothing. The amount of gore remaining on the floor. Joe met Booker's eyes and looked him up and down, taking in all these clues. Days of torture were clear. Joe frowned deeply both in distaste of what had been done and at the knowledge Quynh had done it.

This wasn't going to go well.

Joe nodded at the blade and appraised her once more before stepping out of the shadows and making himself known.

"We didn't abandon him," Joe said. "We punished him. And even then he's been having pretty regular visits from Nicky, so..." He shrugged in an attempt to seem at ease. His scimitar was holstered, guns resting in their spots at his side and on his back. He spread both hands out in front of him, signalling his intention to come in peace. For all the good that wouldn't do.

"Hello, Quynh." It had been so long. Even in this situation his eyes got bright and his heart soared to see his old sister again. Joe swallowed it away. "I see you met Booker. How about you let him go and you and me talk, huh? Just you and me."

Oh, fuck.

Booker thought Joe would do something useful like shoot Quynh from the shadows. No, apparently, he decided to walk right into the trap instead. These were the people he had eternity with. Honest and noble to a fault. They couldn't even be backhanded when it would help them.

God help him, he loved them fiercely for it though right now it would get them all killed.

"It is not just you." Quynh started to look around, her eyes sharp. "He is here too, isn't he?"

Well, she hadn't forgotten that. Joe and Nicky were a unit. Where one went so did the other. Booker didn't dare glance towards the windows and give it away. He slumped back against the wall and glared.

"Careful. She's not reasonable," he warned. "She'll turn on you as surely as I did."

Joe didn't let his eyes drift toward the window. Instead he scowled a little and walked into the room with his arms folded across his chest. "The little mention I made of Nicky coming out to meet Booker? Yeah. We haven't been exactly meeting eye-to-eye on that. Sometimes even old married couples need to take a break.

"I'm alone."

The chances of Quynh believing that were slim but it was worth the attempt at least. He stopped a few paces off from her and met her eyes.

"Booker has got nothing to do with this," he reminded her. "Let him go. He served his purpose."

"Where is she?" Quynh looked at Joe, her gaze sharpening as she thought of Andy. Booker had noticed that too. Any mention of Andy and she lost some of that wildness. "Did you bring her?"

Booker felt like he didn't even exist in the room at the moment. Thousands of years stretched between Joe and Quynh, years Booker had only heard of in bits and pieces of stories.

"Where is she, Yusuf? What did you do to her?"

And there the sanity went. Booker remembered that too. If there was too much talk of Andy Quynh's grip on sanity started to slip.

"Joe..." Booker warned. If he said the wrong thing or made the wrong move Quynh would strike. He had died a few times like that.

Joe glanced at Booker to heed the short warning and turned all his attention back to Quynh. If her wording hadn't been a signal enough the look in her eyes was. He took a step back and to the left to put her more firmly in Nicky's sights, just in case.

"Andy isn't here. She's in a safe house with another immortal. A new one. Her name is Nile. I think you'd like her," Joe was just talking, trying to say something to bring Quynh back to the present. Back to herself. "I'm sure they both want to see you. But not like this, Quynh.

"Do you really want Andy to come to you because you are holding a member of her family hostage? Let him go. There's a better way..."

"She should have come sooner."

"Joe!" Booker shouted a warning but Quynh already moved to strike. She drew a dagger and lunged at Joe aiming straight for his heart. There was the wild fury Booker was familiar with.

He jerked against his chains trying to do something but he was helpless. All he could do was watch as the two clashed. Booker fully expected Joe wouldn't defend himself, the bastard.

He wouldn't fight back against his family because he had no sense of self-preservation.

Nicky had better fucking do something and not hesitate like his better half.

Eight hundred meters away, hidden in the dark window of a half abandoned building, Nicky had been waiting. Watching. Reading Booker's lips and keeping his cross hairs on the woman he'd once loved almost as much as he loved his husband. He watching Joe's words, watched his body and his eyes, and when Quynh moved to grab for that blade, Nicky didn't hesitate.

His finger squeezed the cross he'd etched into the metal of his trigger. There was a sound that would not carry the distance to their ears, the scent of cordite in the air, and then Nicky was sliding the bolt back to police his shells and load another round into the chamber.

Eight hundred meters away, Quynh's head snapped forward as the bullet hit her just above her left ear. She crumpled, but he didn't have time to shoot the dagger out of the air.

He loved his husband.

Joe smiled out the window and winked at where the man was hiding away. But that was all he had time for. Quynh wouldn't stay down for long. Joe raced forward to kick the blade at least off to the side and then felt around the still body to see if there were keys anywhere. After all this time he probably only had a minute, tops, and now she would know there was a sniper watching. They wouldn't get the drop so easy again.

"Do you know where the keys are for the cuffs?" He looked up at Booker and pulled his scimitar out to have trained on the back of Quynh's neck. "We're not going to have long."

"I haven't seen any keys. Get out of here!" Booker didn't think anyone else had heard that shot but he had no idea. He knew Quynh would be pissed when she woke up. Joe was still in danger. "Get Andy far, far away from here. She doesn't know Andy's mortal and we need to keep it that way."

Booker figured Quynh may have loved Andy once but the ocean had twisted that love into something dark and ugly. She was in danger. She needed to be on the other side of the world from Quynh as fast as possible.

"I'll be fine, Joe, please," he pleaded. "She can't really do anything to me and I can't tell her shit."

Quynh started to twitch on the floor. Her body was healing. She'd be conscious in a minute.

"Go!"

She would not be conscious in a minute. She started to twitch and Nicky squeezed that cross again, cursing a little at his husband as he did it. The bullet missed Joe by only a few inches and Nicky breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just break his wrists, Yusuf!"

Booker would just have to forgive them for the rough handling. Later. When there wasn't another immortal trying to kill them.

Joe cursed under his breath and ran over to Booker to listen to what his husband said. "I'm sorry," he hissed as he broke one of Booker's wrists to force it through the cuff and then went to go and shatter the other one as well.

"You know? Actually, I am not all that sorry. You're a pain in my ass, Booker." Still, he wasn't about to just leave him here for Quynh's sadistic whims. Family was still family.

He yanked one of his guns free and held it until Booker's wrists were healed enough to take it from him. Joe turned and watched Quynh for any sign of life, the scimitar back in his other hand and ready to attack if needed.

"We're leaving here together. Let's move."

"What are you..."

Joe broke his wrist and that answered that question for Booker. He cursed in a few languages. Then he cursed Joe in a few more as he broke the second one. It hurt like hell, especially forcing his hands out of the cuffs but Booker could breathe through the pain.

"You're a son of a bitch," he panted, glaring hard at Joe. There had to be a better way to do that but they didn't have time for that.

With his wrists healed he grabbed the gun and got to his feet. "You should've left me."

Why the hell wouldn't they leave him?

"Let's go." He trained the gun on Quynh as they moved out of this room. Only a few security forces to fight through and then they'd be out.

"Two on your floor, both alerted. I'll keep Quynh down while you get out."

There was a bark from his rifle, followed by the metallic ringing of his bolt working smoothly.

"Tag him with a tracker, just in case you get separated. Please."

He hated the fact that he had to ask, but he also knew that he was still very much in the doghouse when it came to Sebastien Le Livre.

"Let me know when you are out and I'll keep her down long enough for you to get away. I'll meet you at the Echo house."

"Put the blame where it's deserved; that was Nicky's idea."

He smirked over his shoulder and checked to make sure Booker was close at his back before starting to move through the building toward the exit. "Here," he murmured softly before pulling out a tracker and handing it to Booker. It was tiny and usually would get punched into someone's skin. Not really an option, now. "Swallow it. I don't want to risk her finding that and tossing it into a sewer."

And that was all he could do before one of the two guards came around the corner, the second on his tail. Joe charged forward and sliced one from neck to navel while taking a slug to the shoulder. The other one was all up to Booker.

Booker was very tempted to point out it would end up in a sewer eventually but he wasn't in the mood to argue when they were about to fight their way out.

He swallowed it like a good boy and then took up his position on Joe's left.

As Joe's sword sliced through flesh and sprayed blood Booker took aim. Two shots right to the guy's forehead and he dropped. The gunshots alerted everyone to the escape and more were coming.

He caught two in the leg as they rounded the corner and fired for center mass to simply drop the guys. They needed to get out and not worry about making sure every single asshole stayed down.

While the boys were focusing on getting out of the warehouse with all their pieces intact, Nicky kept a sharp eye on the woman. He didn't notice, but he was crying. Silent tears that streamed down his face to drip off his chin.

Shooting Quynh hurt. Every fiber of his being just wanted to throw his rifle and run to her side, hold her and touch her face to see if she was real and there and alive. He wanted to kiss her face and assure her that she was safe and that they'd looked for her and that they'd never stopped loving her.

Instead, she started to get up and Nicky cursed himself as he pulled the trigger again.

"Please hurry. I do not know how much longer I can keep hurting her..."

Joe could hear the pain in Nicky's voice. This had to be killing him, shooting Quynh over and over again. It was enough to have Joe focus like a laser on what had to be done next: getting out of here and back to his husband.

The next turn led them into a small team of men. Ten of them between the immortals and the door. None of them stood a chance. Joe charged and ignored the shot to his stomach and chest as he sliced one man across the neck and effortlessly stabbed halfway into another. His scimitar was perfect for this sort of fast, ruthless battle. "Get them down," he shouted needlessly at Booker as he rounded on the third fighter and slashed his face to distract him while stealing the gun and using it to put a bullet in the forehead of the fourth.

"Out that door and just take off for the safe house. We will all meet there if we lose sight. Priority #1 is getting there."

Booker's fighting style was best described as "whatever works". He was a master of improvising weapons and scavenging what he needed. When his pistol ran out of ammo he took a combat knife and a pistol from a dead body.

He shot a man, let him fall against his body, and used him for a shield as he charged the next man. Booker broke his neck and then shot two men dead.

The pain of bullets ripping through him barely slowed him down. He was used to pain. He could make a break for it but he stayed at Joe's side until they were all dead.

"Be careful," he said and then took off on his own. He knew Joe would go collect Nicky and they'd make it to the house together. Booker thought about running and disappearing. He was in exile but he knew the tracker would just bring them to him.

So, he went to the safe house.

He couldn't watch the other two men carve their way through the building to safety, but he could listen to them. Laying there, so far away yet right next to the woman he was repeatedly killing, over and over again, he kept his nerves from breaking by listening to the comforting sound of Yusuf's blade slicing through meat.

He'd long ago come to terms with the fact that it was, in fact, comforting.

Slide, click, pull, wait. He policed his brass with every shot, but he was going to run out of easy reach ammo before too long. And with every shell fired, he felt another piece of him die.

"Report?" He waited to find out if he needed to keep firing or if he was clear to finally let Quynh up and make sure she wasn't following their trail.

Finally Joe was out the door and running hard toward where his husband was still guarding them. "I'm out," he said in a rush. "Booker is out too. We're clear. Meet me at the side door and we'll get to the safe house. Just make sure you have enough of a head start that she can't catch up with us before we're clear."

He knew this had to be killing Nicky. They both had loved Quynh like a sister. At this point he had to have killed her at least six times just to make sure he and Booker were able to be free. Those sorts of hits did not come cheap. Joe's own heart broke with the pain Nicky's had to be holding.

"You did what you had to, maio," he said softer. "I'm sorry. But you saved us. Remember that."

When Booker arrived at the safe house he expected Andy and Nile to be there but they weren't. The place was empty and he felt almost like an invader even though he could see his stuff tucked in corners.

He turned the heat on, checked to make sure the water still worked and the other almost routine process of getting it ready for them all to live in. It's weirdly comforting even though he knows in the back of his mind he wasn't welcome here.

Once Joe and Nicky arrived and Booker could tell them what he learned in his time with Quynh he'd go, he decided. The exile was still in place. Now that Quynh couldn't dream of him anymore he could disappear pretty easily. It would be safe, relatively, for him to be on his own now that he's aware of the danger.

Booker told himself these things so he wouldn't get attached. He wouldn't get his hopes up that his family would welcome him home early.

"I know."

Seven, actually. Counting the first one that had stopped her from filleting his husband. He put another two shots into her to make absolutely certain that they had enough time to get clear, and then he was jerking back from his rifle with a disgust that he hadn't felt towards it ever in all the years he'd been using it. At the moment, it was the most distasteful weapon he could think of. Cold and devoid of anything resembling honor or fairness. She deserved better than that.

But Booker hadn't deserved what she'd done to him and Joe certainly wouldn't have deserved that blade in his throat. In the end, he swallowed past the guilt and broke down his rifle in record speed, packing it up so that it could fit into the bag that he then slung over his back. He met up with Joe without a word. Only reached out to briefly touch his arm before moving to lead the way.

Finding the safehouse set up and ready for them when they got there sent a jerk through his heart and he did his best to not let it show how much he wanted to just drag Booker into a hug. Joe still hadn't really forgiven him yet, after all.

"How long were you there?"

Captured - with peace_inthe_violence & nickysnotmybf

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I'm sooooorryyyyyyyy I swear work is the worssssst

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