Chapter 40 Nothing To Fear
Soft…soft?! Why soft? Killian questioned, while shoving as much as he could into his luggage.
He frowned. It obviously had something to do with Ender, but what did he even know about Gorgon pregnancies?! Well, he knew that the species had a lot of complications, and that they were fucking rare nowadays, as there were hardly any left. So…nothing, Killian knew absolutely NOTHING!
He shoved one more thing into the bag he’d been filling, before flopping face first onto his bed, and letting out a scream.
“Oh, fuck…” he groaned. “Fuck, fuckity, fucking FUCK!”
Pregnant… Ender was pregnant with his and Cyrus’ children.
A fine tremble started to make its way through him, his heart speeding up as past fears surged forward along with memories.
Horrible memories, violent and bloody, of bodies being ripped apart by a process that, beyond belief, was supposed to be natural, even if it left so many destroyed and dead.
Flinching as visions of his mother surrounded by blood flickered in his head, the screams that were more than just hers playing on repeat, Killian flipped over onto his back.
Clutching at his chest as it constricted with his growing panic, he dragged in a wheezing breath, desperately trying to shove his terror back down.
“No. No, calm!” Killian gasped. “Calm the fuck down!” He took another struggling breath in and out. “Y-you don't have time for this, Killian. Cyrus is coming to pick you up in—” He checked his watch. “—forty minutes. Get it together!”
He clasped his hands together in an effort to stop the trembling, and tried to just focus on his breathing.
Hah…babies…two of them. He swallowed, choking as his fear gagged him. Coughing, he took a few more wheezing breaths, before managing to break free from the clawed grasp of his memories.
NO! NO—it was fine, this was different! He wasn't the one having them, so there…
There was nothing for him to fear… Aside from impending fatherhood, the fact that he, together with his fiancé, had impregnated another man, and that their baby daddy was running a very illegal rebel, or one might even say revolutionary, group, while they worked for a universal governing agency.
The exact agency Ender hated, who also wanted to arrest and/or kill him.
Yep, nothing to fear, or worry about at all, he thought with a groan.
Once their bags were packed and in his car, Cyrus sat in his driveway, waiting for…instructions? Well, an address. A text had come through, but it had disappeared as soon as he clicked off of it, emphasizing for his ass to sit and wait in his car, so that was what he was doing…waiting.
Cyrus rubbed his face with a groan. This path he was on seemed to have gone more and more out of whack from the moment he'd been shown Killian had been about to die. Cyrus supposed this was just another consequence from what he had done.
Killian living had now more than once led to some pretty drastic changes in the direction of not just their, but Ender's life…
Babies… How was this even going to work with their jobs, with who he was… Which, at this point, Cyrus supposed—
He jumped at a knock on his window, and was both surprised and not when he found Severo standing there looking super fucking confused. Though, the man being there made him remember something.
Ah, fuck—he and Killian had just left work without saying a word to anyone. They couldn't just leave like this, even if he couldn’t share where they were going. He was the damn boss. Not to mention, Killian was a director of a very important department… He… He had to call someone.
Shaking his head, and shoving aside that worry until a slightly later time in his imminent future, Cyrus opened his door and got out, awkwardly clearing his throat.
Severo eyed him silently for a moment, making Cyrus feel all sorts of awkward, before finally saying, “Have to say, I'm shockingly confused at the moment, so if you could fill in the blanks as to why I am about to hand over the exact location of Ender's compound to you, I would appreciate it.”
Cyrus took a deep breath. “The thing is…”
Severo stared, jaw slack, his left eye twitching, as his brain tried it's very best to rationalize all he had just fucking heard. It wasn't going well.
“You two did WHAT?!”
Cyrus winced. “Not on purpose…I'm guessing it's another consequence of me fucking with the timeline.”
“No, I'm pretty sure this is the consequence of you two FUCKING Ender!” Severo gagged as soon as the words came out. “Oh, by the darkness, saying that is just so fucking wrong. SO WRONG! No, like, why?!
“He was not for you two! Ender is a separate friend of mine that was supposed to remain SEPARATE! For a very good damn reason. Like, Cyrus, some of your family wants him dead, or, at the very least, imprisoned! What were you two thinking?!”
Severo eyed his friend as the man opened his mouth before just closing it again and rubbing his face with a groan. Cyrus looked…lost. But then, the man had just seemed more and more lost lately, even if he was ridiculously happy about his engagement with Killian.
Thinking about that… “What about your engagement? Like…what are you going to do?”
The Fate sighed. “I don't know… That's the truth.
I don't know, Severo. I don't see anything, I don't know anything.
All I know is I love Killian, and I want to be with him forever.
As for Ender… We were thinking it was okay to comfort someone in pain…
that's all. He was in pain and we were there.
He reached out to us, and we didn't say no.
We were comfortable enough to hold him. But I am thinking it's become more than evident that I need to leave my job.”
Severo had thought nothing would shock him more than learning his two very above the law friends had fucked a criminal, but this came pretty close. “Are you serious?! But it's everything to you, Cyrus. It is you. The job, that life, your threads, your family…it's so much of what you are.”
Cyrus let out a tired chuckle. “It was. But while I don't know how Killian feels about it right now, besides freaking out like I am, I know him.
Neither of us will abandon our children.
So, the answer is obvious. But then again, from the very moment I decided to change Killian's fate, I suppose it was always coming to this. Us leaving.”
Severo heard what the man was saying, and he even understood the reasons, but it was just hard to imagine Cyrus doing anything else.
“So…children… Doesn't Killian not like them?” he pointed out.
Cyrus laughed again, the sound more sad than happy. “He loves them. He'd deny it, of course, but the truth is, what he really hates is the pregnancy itself, not the result.”
Severo winced. While he didn't really know all of the details, he knew some of them, and the rest was easy to assume based on what Killian was. “His family?”
“Yeah, that's about the crux of the issue. They also happen to be the ones who paid that fucker Riker to kidnap him. Not that we've been able to prove it yet.”
Severo sighed, as he slowly pulled a small slip of paper from his pocket and held it out.
“Burn it after reading,” he said when Cyrus took it.
“I guess all I can say now is good luck. Ender is… Hah, the man is a paranoid weirdo, but I do care for the bastard, so take care of him. Take care of yourselves. I would suggest you avoid threatening his chickens if you can.”
Cyrus blinked. “C-chickens?”
He smirked. “You'll see soon enough. Have fun with that wackadoodle. My suggestion, buy a giant bottle of pain meds because—” Severo patted his friend on the shoulder. “—you are in for many, many headaches."
The Fate scoffed. “Gee, thanks for the encouraging words, Severo.”
He laughed. “You are so very welcome, my friend. Keep in touch, and keep me updated. Let me know the due date as soon as you’ve got it! Bye!”
Waving like the asshole he was, he jogged back to his car, head still whirling with all he now knew.
Ohh…he couldn't wait to tell Seri! What juicy bits of gossip he had!
Ender pregnant by two men, and Cyrus Grimm no longer working for the Cryptid Enforcement Bureau, who could have ever imagined?