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TFA MEGATRON POV

(After Tfa Starscream, Maroon, returns to his universe)

(Related to my Starscream Crossover comics!)

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Megatron knows Starscream is up to something.

He has been acting stranger, stranger than usual, at least. Sneaking longing glances at the halls, creating multitude of excuses to escape his presence, counting the cycles and hoarding Energon to an unknown location.

A location that not even Shockwave, his most loyal decepticon, could detect.

It is unusual- dare he say uncharacteristic for Starscream to not try and kill him for this long, either he has finally given up- (Megatron almost laughed at the prospect) or he is planning something big

Megatron knows Starscream is up to something, and it’s about time his wretched second in command started talking.

“You called for me, Lord Megatron?”

Ah, speak of the devil, as the organics say.

Megatron turns around and watches as Starscream reluctantly steps into the room, looking down, unwilling to look at Megatron in the optics.

(How absurd, what event changed you my seeker? You used to look me in the optics as you tried and failed to overthrow me?)

Megatron almost sneered at the sight before turning around to look at the screen. The cameras displaying everything, from the halls of the nemesis, to the very room they were standing in.

“When are you ending this charade Starscream?” Megatron growled “I beg your pardon…?” Starscream asked.

“Don’t think of me as a fool. You think I didn’t notice you sneaking around like a mouse and hoarding our energon resources?”

Starscream stiffened up and his face hardens. “I thought we were allowed to take as much energon as we need?” Starscream spoke up.

“Hm…” Ah yes, Megatron recalled. He did say something akin to that…though, he’s surprised that Starscream remembered that particular speech.

“Yes I did say that-“ Starscream shuffled backwards as Megatron steps closer “-That is, unless a certain mech is particularly known for sabotaging, assassinating and fragging up all my plans” Megatron leans forward until they were face to face “Sounds familiar….?

Starscream stiffened up and whispered to himself with a grumble “Of course I’m stuck with the only leader whose actually smart and sober enough to notice…damnit, I wish I had Jaspers Megatron-“

Megatron narrowed his optics and growled softly “If you wish to speak so willingly, don’t you think it’s polite to speak louder? After all, you used to love voicing your opinions”

Starscream hunched up even harder at Megatron’s words. “Or…you used to. And that’s the problem that has been….pestering me for the past few cycles…”

Megatron started walking around Starscream, quickly noticing how he stiffened up, his peds shifted in a simple defense position (As if that could save him from Megatrons blaster) and his servos flexed, as if ready to slash at Megatron if he made a single wrong motion.

“Just a few cycles ago, you were loudly complaining, reluctantly scouting, and plotting to kill me. A normal behavior coming from you”

“But then, in just one cycle, you stopped doing any of that. You stopped complaining, you stopped scouting, and you’ve stopped attempting to kill me….”

“So tell me Starscream. What, are you planning?”

“……” Starscream looked at Megatron, for the first time in a while, straight in the optics…..and laughed.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!”

Megatron blinked in surprise and glanced around. To see if there is anything else that has happened to warrant such an unusual reaction from his second in command. But there was nothing.

Starscream calmed down and wiped off a lubricant from his optics “Man…! Can’t wait to talk to Silver and Jasper about this..! Jasper actually managed to predict everything-! Word for word too! Damn, can’t believe I lost the bet…”

Chocolate? Bet?? Silver and Jasper??? Man??

Megatron was about to open his mouth and demand an answer out of Starscream before the Seeker stepped forward and bared his denta in a feral smile.

“Since you already found all the clues, i’m gonna offer you a..deal. So to speak, a very beneficial one too”

Megaton narrowed his optics and looked down at the cocky Seeker (Something deep in Megatrons spark purred at the familiar sight of his second in commands normal behavior)

“I am willing to give you the locations of countless energon mines, the location of the all spark and even where the Autobot are- in exchange for one thing! And one thing only!”

Megatron tilted his head and looked down at his second in command “And what is this ‘one thing’ you speak of?”

Starscream nearly purred in excitement and whispered “Let me leave the Decepticons” and Megatron…blinked.

“…Pardon?”

“You heard me!” Starscream leaned back with a smile. As if his words did not completely baffle Megatron to his core. Starscream leaving…?

“And-” Megatron cleared his vents and spoke “How can I trust that you will give me any of this….benefits?”

Starscream smiled again “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed yet, Lord Megatron~ All our Energon supplies has been growing exponentially for the past few cycles!”

He spread his arms as he proclaims out loud “Our entire stock is filled to the brim with energon! I have already giving you a taste of what you could gain!! And all you have to do-”

Starscream stepped forward with a near feral smile as he yelled in enthusiasm “Is to let me leave!”

Megatron paused as he thought about the deal, it us true..and if what Starscream saying is true, which it most likely is (This fact made something in Megatron wither and snarl) proven by the very real increase of Energon supplies.

Megatron looked at the near hopeful and confident look in Starscreams eyes, as if he already knew that Megatron would accept. (Hah, what a disgusting look, you have never looked this hopeful, not since the day you joined my cause-)

The Decepticon leader looked at the Seekers confident face-

“No”

- before gleefully watching his second in commands face fall in shock.

“…Excuse me…?”

“You are not deaf Starscream. You heard what I said” Megatron cooed and walked away, chuckling in amusement as Starscream, splutters and speed walked in an attempt to keep up with his leaders strides.

“Why-?! I don’t understand-!!”

“Yes. You don’t understand” Megatron turned around, almost getting hit by Starscream as the seeker nearly tripped at the sudden stop.

Starscream stumbles back, his field leaking his surprise and fear (that delicious, familiar fear-). As Megatron calmly steps forward whilst speaking-

“Because, keeping you around now, especially with your foolishly revealed knowledge, will grant the Decepticons all the resources to assure our victory. You really didn’t think I would let you go after you showed how valuable you are now did you, My dear second?”

Megatron mocked and smiled wider as Starscreams eyes glowed in anger- (though there is something off in his optic’s- aren’t his optics supposed to be red…? I do not remember it being Maroon-)

Before he straightened up and bowed stiffly “Then I am sorry for waisting your time..my..lord” Starscream hissed out the title as if its an insult (and with how much venom he snarled out, it might as well be)

The seeker straightened up and petulantly grumbled out an “Please excuse me….” And Megatron watched Starscream scuttle away, not even bothering to hide his amusement at Starscreams obvious frustration and disbelief

(Foolish Seeker, did you really think he would let something of his go so easily? Especially one that has such knowledge?)

Megatron smiled and looked at the camera “Shockwave, make sure to keep an optic on Starscream, it would seem our Seeker has been..hiding some important secrets from us” the lens of the camera blinked at Megatron in agreement.

The leader smiled and walked back to his quarters, it would seem that some of his plans related to a certain seeker would need some…adjustment’s

Comic Complete!!

Memories

While exploring parts of the factory Huggy came across an old Poppy doll… it brings back memories… sure Huggy may not miss the hammer, but he would give anything if that meant it would be the only time he could see Poppy again… HIS Poppy.

But at least Lelu is here to remind him of the good old days.

Going back to my first ever post about Ashley, here’s a little snippet of everyday life when Alec leaves his baby alone with his dorm mates and sister. 😆

My family lost it when they saw this comic! Lmao 🤣

But I believe introductions are in order…

The one calling Alec is his sister, Carol, who loves Alec dearly and her new niece. Although, even if Ashley isn’t old enough to even start crawling yet, she’s still a handful. 😅 it’s a good thing that she sleeps most of the time but a part of Carol is dreading when they can’t take her to the daycare on days when they all have classes. She just hopes the dorms are still standing when they get back.

The pink haired girl is Bierce, she try’s to be an edgy kind of person, but she is really just a big sister-mother hen figure who is like the voice of reasoning in their group.

The one running to get a fire extinguisher is Ritchie. The second he learned his best friend’s baby could potentially kill all of them if they are not careful, he took every precaution for both fires, and more baby proofing things than necessary. He’s basically the one who you will always find stressing and worrying over something. But these silly little things he has normally worried about, mostly all circle around Ashley now. And Ashley, in her little baby mind, finds this man screaming and freaking out absolutely hilarious. So of course she’s going to give him the most hardest time.

And then there’s Davis. He mostly takes naps during the day because other than Alec, he has the most classes. So when Alec isn’t home, you will mostly find Ashley napping on Davis’s chest as they sleep on the couch together. I don’t think anyone has ever seen his face other than Alec, he’s been best friends with Alec since before he finally got a permanent home with Carol in high school. Davis wants to be that cool Funcle (fun uncle) figure for Ashley, although maybe he will let her get away with too much…

Hope you guys like it 😊

Because HoLy PeCk this took FOREVER!!!

So Hi! I drew:@immagrosscandy and: @wandsandrings so here they are!

Hale:

Candy:

And finally Luna! (My oc)

Ta da! I hope you like them! 

The back of my Siege Perilous

Going from left to right and down, the symbols stand for Galahad, Percival, Ragnell, Blanchefleur, the Grail Heroine, the Lady of the Lake who gives Arthur Excalibur, Guinier, Gawain, Dinadan, Ector de Maris, Morgan le Fay, Caradoc Briefbras, Griflet, Isolde, Vivian, Taliesin, Tristan, Brunnisend, the Nine Witches, Laudine, the Three Queens or Morgause, Kay, Dagonet, Merlin, Palamedes, Sebile, Guinevere, Igraine, Melora, Yvain, Mordred, and Arthur.

If you’re confused about some or all of them, here’s my rationale/what the symbols are: 

Galahad and Percival have slightly different Grails. I think Ragnell is found sitting under a tree, and another story has Gawain in a relationship with the queen of Avalon, isle of the apples. Blanchefleur means “white flower”. The square with the spiral in it is the Grail Heroine’s box of hair. The sword under the wave is fairly obvious. That is the drinking horn from Guinier’s chastity test. Gawain’s is a SGatGK reference. Dinadan’s is an aro ring. Ector de Maris, Griflet, Kay, and Palamedes all have symbols or patterns from their attributed arms. Morgan le Fay takes Arthur to Avalon on a boat. Caradoc has to be saved from a serpent which is wound around his arm. The torch is a Wagner reference. Nimue traps Merlin, whose symbol is the bird who shares his name, so she is represented by a birdcage. Taliesin got his wisdom from a cauldron, and there’s a cauldron in the Preideu Annwfn. Tristan plays a harp. The formation of the relationship between Brunnisend and her eventual husband is defined by their dire yet mutually exclusive needs for a good night’s sleep. The Nine Witches’ symbol seemed cool and has a threefold element. Laudine has a magic fountain. The evolution of the nature and deeds of Anna/Morcades/Morgause/etc. seemed to sort of go with the Maiden, Matron, Crone archetype and I really couldn’t think of anything else. Dagonet eventually became a jester. Yblis, who has a magic mantle, is Sybil scrambled, and there is a strong modern association between magic and capes. Guinevere is sometimes given authority over the knights of the vergescu. My justification for Igraine’s is particularly weak and would take too long to explain. Melora wields the Lance of Longinus. Yvain befriends a lion. Mordred has a broken table because he helped break the Round Table. Arthur is King.

TURN ON THE SOUND PLEASE

I SPENT FOREVER ON THIS BUT I finally did it and I'm so proud!! I thought this was a funny thing to do and have been working on and off this for months ahaha.

Anyway, some favorite panels:

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Looking so happy in this last one

THANKS FOR BEING HERE <3

Kids come first Au

The koopalings ages and more.

-Ludwig was adopted at 5 by Bowser who is his really great uncle. (Is 10 at the start of the story. )

-Lemme was adopted at 4 by Bowser with is baby brother Iggy who was 2. After being found in a fruit crate that was sent to the palace. (Lemme is 9 and Iggy is 7 at the start of the story.)

2 years later Bowser adopted 3 more koopalings plus an egg. Who all lost their families to plague.

The koopalings were 5-year-old cousins Roy and Wendy. Along with Bowser's other great-nephew 3-year-old Morton and an almost ready-to-hatch egg(Larry).

(Roy and Wendy are 8,Morton is 6, and Larry is 3 at the start of the story.)

Almost a year later the stork dropped off Jr.'s egg. ( Jr is 2 and a half at the start of the story.)

Boom! Finished this a few days ago... it took me way too long!

Summary: Cartman convinces Kyle to take him to some abandoned tunnels with Stan and Kenny. They’re toured by a terrible guide in some not-so-safe halls and rooms. That leads to some private talks between Kyle and Eric. They argue, and, well, things happen.

Kiss Under the Mistletoe

"A kiss? Can I get just a bit more,..."

Teddy Peirce X F! Smart Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warning(s): Making out, underage drinking (not teddy or reader), fluff, a tiny misunderstanding (readers end), Language/cursing, sexual? (They just really touch), People walking in on or interrupting a make out, bad grammar, writing, and spelling.

Reminder: Don't forget to be safe if you are parting make sure to bring a friend or two, and always put your drunk friend on their side so if they pass out, they don't choke. I don't approve of anyone underage drinking it's just for the fanfiction.

A party? You mentally slapped yourself in the face for letting your friend know about it, getting to be the one dragged to it. The Friday of said party was great, just before Christmas break, everyone finished with finals everyone was in an amazing mood. Dreading the party you make your way home, it's not like you don't like parties, just you didn't really like the thought of being surrounded by drunk people on a Friday night.

After getting dressed in a red dress to fit the Christmas theme of the party your friends and you make your way to the party. Only being a block away from your own home. Upon arrival you hang your coats up and walk into the living room where all the dancing and drinks were. You were questioning making a run for it, greeting you was a half-naked guy yelling to another one that new people were here or as he said, "Fresh meat." was here. Ignoring him you made your way to the probably spiked punch bowl, taking some and having a sip. Yeah. Tequilla filled your taste buds, and you spit the drink put and set the cup down.

You liked parties but seriously, shirtless guys that weren't like the movies and walking into people making out or worse, fucking? Those thoughts made you not go up the stairs, walking outside you sat down on a small bench. "Seems like you could use some company." A voice said, turning around you are met with a "gang" kid? Or Teddy Pierce. Brown hair, brown eyes, he was quite attractive. "I guess." Not wanting to sound rude for not saying anything. He sits down next to you. Sitting in silence the loud party music and people in the background.

Hearing a scoff or a laugh he tried stopping you looked over, asking what was funny. He pointed up. Mistletoe. "So? Do I get a kiss?" You laugh, "Did you come out here just for a kiss from me?" He looked at you a tiny smirk on his face, "So what if I did? Who wouldn't want a kiss from you? Top of her grade, honors student, chess champ, I mean honestly your any guy like mines dream." You froze. He knew who you were? Sure, he was right about all those things, but someone like him?

Stuttering out words, "I mean if you came all this way for a kiss." He smiled, personally you did see him and his friends talking and laughing before he followed you. Did he really need to know, you knew? I mean hell your first time getting a Christmas kiss, it counts even if it is a bet.

Leaning in, he gives you a kiss. The kiss tasted like peppermint, and hot chocolate. Expecting him to pull back, you move back a bit, he didn't like that. He moved over, still kissing you rougher. He pulled back, letting you both get some oxygen. You honestly thought he was going to run back over to his friends and get the $20 or something they would give him for winning the bet. Moving back once again, he speaks "Just A kiss? Can I get just a bit more, think of it as a Christmas gift?" Smiling as he spoke.

What the fuck? Confused you ask, "Is this a joke? Part of the bet or something?" More confused is all you could say to describe how he looked at you. "Bet, joke, what are you talking about you think I'm going to kiss someone who I haven't liked since freshman year?" Now what is going on, your confused and so is he. "Well, I didn't know..." Maybe that wasn't really going to help you, but could he really blame you? His friends were known for that. Huffing he sighs, "Yeah I know. Now you do I guess." Silents follows before he smirks, when you can look at him again. "So, about another kiss?"

You laugh, "I guess you can have another one, but what would my Christmas gift be?" The smirk on his face increased to what you can only describe as devilish, he grabbed your hand and walked you threw the party and into a room. "Did you think you're getting lucky? Cause that's not going to happen, sweetheart." He smiles at you.

"Never, that's for our one-year anniversary." Maybe he was a better guy than you thought, "Oh? When would that be?" Opening the door and leading you into the room, "Today, next year. If you let me be your boyfriend." Let him? Damn he was messing with your heart. "And why wouldn't I let you?" He led to near the bed, laughing, "Well I'm not the best example." Sitting on the bed and patting a spot for you, you sat next to him. "I don't think so, so yeah I will let you be my boyfriend. But after this party I'm going to need a date. To truly tell." Smiling you look over at him, he is also smiling.

Leaning over you kiss him. He kissed you back in an instant, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you to him. You pull back from the kiss, that's when he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. Pulling you in for another kiss. This time he bites on you bottom lip quite hard, making you gasp, giving enough room for his tongue to slip in. His tongue easily becomes more dominate, pulling you against him. You felt like hours went by of you two just kissing, his hands moving from your waists to your thighs or ass. Anything he could get his hands on without breaking a kiss or pulling back.

You heard people walking coming and going around you, thinking no one was entering the room you both took up. Soon you hear your name being called, a door open, and a gasp and giggle. You turn around the friends you came with were standing in the door frame, watching as Teddy nipped and kissed on your neck. One of them spoke, "We have to leave, she is drunk as hell and your mom called me." You quickly climb off him, apologizing before running out the door.

He just smirked. He may be on the naughty list, but he would be on it forever if it meant every Christmas that was his present. Hurrying out of the party himself needing to determine where he was going to take you for your first date. As he walked in threw door his siter Kate sat there looking at him, their father's old video camera in hand. "A thief Teddy...wait till I tell mom about this!" Everything fell apart. Or did it?

I apologize for taking so long, Christmas was chaotic, and I had no motivation. I will try to post more since, there is like no fics or oneshots for him. I'm running out of ideas though. I will try and post as much as possible though. And thank you guys for 10 likes! If you want to be tagged every time, I post one don't be shy to comment and ask.

Happiness and Tears (Part Four)

Jack looks from Penny to Puttnam, his expression pleading. "Listen, I'm not going through with this. Clay is my friend!" Penny rolls her eyes and Puttnam looks away. "I'm not doing this.." Penny looks away and then snaps her head back. "Look, you would still be sent to jail either way. It was your idea." Penny argues, her eyes on fire.

Clay's eyes, the only part of his body he can move due to the anesthesia, flicker frantically back and forth. "What the.... how can this happen?! What about Y\N?! We're gonna get married!" Clay screams, but it's all in his head. His jaw is completely paralyzed. Clay could feel the tears pricking in his eyes, the thought of dying, like this... You'd never know. How can people you've known for a good while be so heartless? The feeling of nausea stopping Clay from attempting to fight the paralision.

"Penny, he's not even awake!" Jack practically screams, his eyes desperate but determined. "How could you actually carry this out if he's not awake? He doesn't know!" As Clay listens, he can feel himself moving, his hands coming to his face, ripping off the tape on his eyes, removing the IV's and sitting up. All while Jack, Puttnam and Penny argue.

Clay stands up, his eyes red and puffy as the tears settle and reduce, replaced by pure rage. He looks down at the surgery table, to see himself, eyes open and wide, but body paralyzed on the table, chest open. Clay abandons the sight to circle around a pleading Jack, "How could you have come up with this idea?!" Clay demands, but he knows Jack cannot hear him. With a heavy and remorseful sigh, Clay sulks out of the room, his feet hitting the cold, hospital tile floor with a sense of hopelessness. But the hopelessness is not why he's walking down this hallway for, no, it's you.

Clay makes his way to the waiting sections, and he sees you as well as his mother, you both were sitting next to each other, your bag clutched tightly in your hands, so much so your knuckles were white. His mother was in no better condition; her face was red and puffy, her lipstick slightly smeared, no doubt due to how many times she's wiped her forehead in pure agony. Clay approaches you, his heart filled with nothing but love and helplessness. He slowly places his hand on your cheek, trying his best to manage a soothing caress, but he could see his hand shaking as it made contact with your angelic skin. "I'm sorry." He whispers, bending down in front of you, taking your hand in his. "I'm sorry we couldn't live the life we wanted, the life you deserved." He squeezed your hand, the tear in his eye falling to the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Y\N..." Clay looks at you, his eyes as remorseful as he reminisced his visions of everytime he ever saw you. His eyes frantically snapping shut as he leaned back, sitting on the tile in front of you, his knees up to his chest as his hands tangle in his hair. Sobbing, he mutters sorry over and over. His head jerks up, his eyes stopping at his mother as he tries to imagine what his mother would say. What would she say? "Remember, Clayton, you are nothing like your father." No, that's not what he needs.. "Clayton, where do you think you would be if you did not have to suffer some kind of pain?"

Was that it? Clayton stood up, spun around and practically ran back to the operating room. ".....Inject it." Penny's voice commanded. Clayton threw the door open and walked back to see himself on the operating table, again. Jack took the heart, a syringe handed to him by Puttnam and hesitated shortly before injected it. Clay's anger was fueled yet again.

Your POV

You have been waiting for what seemed like forever, before you see Jack approach you, and you jump up, meeting him halfway."Is he alright? Is he safe? Please tell me he's okay, please.." Jack's face was solemn, despite your best attempts at pleading. Lilith did not get up, but she watched closely. "I'm sorry, Y\N. I really am." Your world crashed. Everything became distorted as Jack went to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You sunk to your knees, hand in your hair. Lilith rose to her feet, striding over to the both of you. "Listen here. You get back in there and save my son." She commands, voice a deadly low. "I'm sorry, ma'am. We can't. It was a bad heart." Lilith's teeth clench. "I said, go save my son." She says, her voice as firm and stern as ever. Jack just stands there for a moment, before trying again, but Lilith turns to you. "Come here." She commands and you get to your feet and follow her. "Get me one of Clay's pill bottles." She says, extending her arm.

"What? M-Miss Beresford, I c-" Stopped short by Lilith's intense gaze as she turned her eyes to yours. "Now." She growls. Your hands shake before reaching down into your bag and grabbing a random pill bottle, handing it entirely to her. She takes it, looks at you once more before going to the cafeteria area. "One coffee." She places the right amount of money on the counter and goes to a table, sitting down and resting her head against the pure white concrete pillar conveniently placed next to her.

Jack doesn't bother staying for any longer, sensing that you need time to yourself and heads back to the operating table. He was ashamed of himself. More than he'd ever been. He killed a man. An innocent one. One he had befriending, one who was scheduled to be married. Just starting his life, getting ready. A tear prickles at the sight of Clay, eyes lifeless under the tape, and chest opened, the heart he poisoned not beating. How could he have done this? For the debt, to repay it. Penny smiles at him, Puttnam going outside to find Dr. Lupin, still on the phone somewhere near the waiting area.

"You did good. No one will know." Penny promises him, the smile vibrant on her twisted face. Jack knows, and the words stab his heart like he stabbed the syringe into the perfectly healthy heart that was supposed to help Clay. Lilith was handed her coffee, and she looked at the pill bottle in her hands, before opening it, and popping one. Then two. Three. Four. The whole bottle. Then drinking the coffee. It was all only a matter of time. In minutes, Clay was looming over his lifeless body again, shaking his head.

He began walking home, leaving the hospital, and once he did, everything came back to him. The epiphany of knowing he died because a group of doctors he trusted planned all along to kill him. He opened the door to his house, and began ascending the stairs, curling up on his bed, his hands folded below between head and pillow.

As his eyes slowly closed and sleep consumed him, he heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Clay." His mother said, and Clay's eyes opened immediately. "What are you doing here?" He looked at his mother's figure in the bedside chair, a soft smile on her face. "You need to come back." Clay scoffed lightly. "How? In case you haven't noticed, I'm dead, Ma." Lilith looks at him seriously. "And what about Y\N? Are you just going to leave her all alone?" Clay frowns. "How, Mom? How can I go back to her if my heart is poisoned?" Lilith smiles, leaning forward in her chair. "I'm here. You go back. Use my heart." Clay stops, his eyes gazing into hers intently. "Mom...."

You sit down and then see the doctors rush out, and they stop at you. "Where's Lilith?" They question at once and then stop as they see Dr, Neyer, Lilith's surgeon boyfriend, walks out with Lilith's dead body. "What happened?!" Penny questions but Dr. Neyer pushes passed and starts for the Operating Room, pulling up another table, placing Lilith on it and getting ready in his doctor attire, squeezing on his gloves and mask, he uses a scalpel to open Lilith's chest. "And what do you think you're doing?" Puttnam says, wanting to step in. Penny stops him and glares at Jack, before they both began to make a break for it. Jack stays for a few more seconds and then heads to his office.

Dr. Neyer transfers Lilith's heart into Clay and the poisoned one into Lilith. Dr. Lupin comes back inside. "What'd I- Oh, hello!" He says with a bit of a chuckle, oblivious to the situation. "Get over here." Dr. Neyer instructs and Dr. Lupin complies, grabbing a fresh pair of gloves and putting them on. "Ready the electric shock." Dr. Neyer instructs, and once more, Lupin complies. Dr. Neyer diligently works on rewiring the heart into the empty spot of Clay's chest. A minute or so later, he notices the heart isn't beating, he instructs Lupin to initiate the electric shock and it doesn't work. "Again." Neyer commands and the electric shock is initiated again, and again and over again, boosted up and then seemingly not working. "I'm sorry, sir... he's gone." Lupin says solemnly. But Neyer demands the electric shock again.

The police are called to the scene, as you call them, under the suspicion something was not right. Especially after seeing Dr. Carver and Dr. Puttnam bolting down the staircase together. The police arrive and search, to your surprise, the two doctors are caught and arrested, apparently after a police offer separately talked to Jack, who spilled everything. Hearing the news stopped your heart, and you couldn't believe ANY of it. But there it was, as clear as day, the evidence and confession.

Minutes after the police arrest Penny, Puttnam and Jack, Dr. Neyer emerges, a happy but tired smile on his face. "We did it." He announces to you, and you tilt your head before realizing; Lilith asked for those pills so she could could save Clay. Tears ran hot down your cheeks as you hugged the surgeon. It was over. An hour later, you were allowed to see Clay.

"Hey, gorgeous." He smiles and you sniffle, wrapping a gentle arm around him, kissing him feverishly. "What's wrong?" He asks, but you decide not to tell him. Not now. "I love you." You tell him, kissing him once more and intertwining your hands together on the recovery bed. "So much." He smiles at you, squeezing your hand. "I love you more."

*2 1\3 hours after initially being pronounced dead by doctors Harper, Carver and Puttnam, Clay would survive his heart transplant.*

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