“If Sheamus weren’t a cop…
No… Wait. That just allows him to legally carry a gun. If I don’t scare you, I’d think twice about harming my baby James (or in Shea’s case, his daughter as well)… Daddy caries a gun …and his aim was always spot on.”
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“Oh… this is an old picture…” She smiled softly, remember back to the time where everything was so much less complicated…
“I’m doing my job. I’m still an officer of the law, you know, the people who protect the innocent? I have to go out there and see if anyone is still alive. There could still be innocent, sane people who need help.” He said, putting his hands on her shoulders, looking at her sternly, “Ali, I’ll be okay.”
Her lips quivered as she held back either words or actions she knew she couldn’t act on. Not now. Not in front of everyone. She met his gaze, her panic showing despite her threatening words. “If you don’t come back alive and safe… I will fucking find you, bring you back to life and kill you again. Got it?”
“The chain of command is all screwed up. Everyone is acting on their own. Alisson, I want you to go into the back, into the drunk tank. It’s locked and barred, so it should hold up.” he stood back up. “I want you to wait there for me.”
“Sheamus! There you are!” Came a welcome voice from behind him. He turned to see Burke coming towards him, “Glad to see you got here in one piece and still human!”
“Same to you. Charles, I’m going to go out and see how bad the damage is. I need you to look after Alisson, okay? I’m having her stay in the drunk tank so she’s safe, okay? Please man, I know I can trust you.”
Burke wanted nothing more than to protest; his friend was insane for going out there, but he knew he must have some underlying reason to be going out there. He nodded, looking over at Alisson.
Sheamus reached to his belt, unclipping his pistol from his hip, placing it in her hands, “You remember how to use it, right?”
She nodded slowly, her brows furrowed in confusion as to why he was telling her to wait there… Where the hell was he going? She watched his interaction with his old friend, her heart stopping cold at his mention of going back out there… Was he fucking insane?!
She took the gun with a blank, oddly calm look, making sure that the safety was still on before leaning over and placing it in the side of her boots and standing up again. Once standing she grasped his shirt, giving him a slight shake. “Are you fucking insane?! Going out there now? What exactly are you expecting to accomplish other than getting yourself killed, you dumbass?” Her voice shook with anger and confusion, her grip tightening.
His heart sank in his chest. He himself had visited the ladies she spent time with at the hospital, they were the sweet kind of grandmotherly ladies. He took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat. He reached out, putting his arms around her shoulders, rubbing her arm gently.
“It’ll be okay. I’m sure of it.” He said, hoping he could believe his own words, “I’m going to change out of these clothes into something more protected, load up on some weapons and ammunition and find out what’s going on. Someone has to help us, the army, something.”
Personally, he wanted to see if Alisson’s friends from the hospital had gotten out safely and still human, if only to make her happy. Of course, the other reason was obvious; he wanted to protect the people who weren’t infected with whatever this was.
She melted into his touch, her head coming to temporarily rest in the crook of his neck inhaling a shaky breath and taking his familiar sent in. It hurt to be this close… to feel his touch again after what had happened… but what would a little affection hurt if the world was ending… Or… whatever the hell was happening…
She nodded solemnly against him, not sure if she could trust his words. He’d said them a week and a half ago, and it certainly had yet to feel like it’d be ok. No. She’d never be entirely ok if he had to be married to another woman… but she’d get through it… And perhaps now she wouldn’t have to worry about that…
Taking one more steadying breath, she nodded again, pulling away again to look him in the eyes. “Alright. I …trust you.” She grasped his hand tightly in hers for a moment before letting go and allowing him to do as he needed. She’d wait.
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“Ali? Thank god you’re safe! But, what’re you doing here?” he asked, quickly walking over to her, sitting down next to her on the bench, setting his weapon beside him he took a few deep breaths. He looked down at him uniform, seeing specks of blood spatter on his chest, mud and grass stains going up his legs from his frantic run to safety.
“What the hell is going on? This is insane. I mean, were they even human? or, God I don’t know.” He said, putting his head in his hands, running them through his short hair.
She grasped his arm as soon as he sat beside her, her eyes racking over his body, searching for any injuries of his own among the stains and blood.”I- it seemed like the best place to go… I was on my way to the hospital to do my rounds when some guy came at my car, trying to break in…”
“I have no fucking idea…” She took off her glasses, rubbing the bridge of her nose before returning them to her face. “I don’t know… I’ve tried asking around… but they aren’t saying anything. I just-” She brought her legs up on the bench, wrapping her arms around them and burring her face in her knees as she rambled slightly. “I just wanted to see the ladies for a bit and chat… for all I know they could all be dead or one of those… things. I can’t-“
He ran, that’s all he could really do right now. Cars crowded the streets, and the only people out here seemed to be the deranged cannibals that stumbled and ran towards him, only to meet their end with a face full of lead. One got behind him, getting within feet of biting him. He spun around, catching the freak under the jaw with the butt of the shotgun. He didn’t dare stop or slow down for too long, the sounds of his gunshots was attracting the attention of more of them.
His breath came in ragged, deep gasps as he pressed on, forcing himself to keep going, even if his body totally gave out on him. Finally he saw the lighted sign that read “POLICE” in bold letters, a wave of relief washing over him, even as he saw his fellow officers still running around in chaos. He burst through the door, catching his breath before seeing someone he didn’t expect to see here.
After hearing his voice ring out over the radio, she tried moving more to the front, wanting to either find someone out there that could help him… that knew what was going on, or at least being close if/when he arrived. The officers seemed to disagree. She was pushed back to her earlier bench, forced to watch her surroundings as the officers frantically gathered weaponry and tried figuring out how to deal with what was going on.
She kept her eyes trained on the door, ears listening for anymore radio calls when she finally spotted him. He was breathing heavily, shotgun in hand, before his eyes finally landed on her. Her brows furrowed and she bit her lip, not sure what to do or say, fighting the urge to try to get to him in the frantic station.
