Wanderer - MCYT/DreamSMP Oneshots

~Love is a High Speed Chase~

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song inspiration: I'm Coming After You - Owl City
tags: Technobladexreader, thrill, romance, slight angst, au
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Technoblade jerked awake by the banging on his office door.

"Yo, wake up, sleepyhead. We got another case down on 5th."

He groaned, rubbing his hands over his tired eyes. As he reached for his coffee cup, he snorted when he realized it was empty. That was, what, his seventh cup today? He needed another with all the crap he had to put up with.

He threw the coffee cup on the desk before leaving his office, his overcoat flung over his shoulders and his gun strapped firmly to his belt. Phil stood outside, a smile curling on his face.

"Where's the shooting, Phil?" Techno asked.

"I just told you, mate. 5th Street, and evidentially it's a doozy from the reports." Phil followed him as the exited the police station and slid into their personal car. "Same signs as before, too."

Techno gritted his teeth. Without even being briefed, he could quote the details of the call by hand: police officer, on duty, killed, shot through the heart. Witnesses with only blurred descriptions of the murderer, the face that haunted his searches and disrupted his naps with nightmares. Phil had shown him the sketch of the suspect a week ago. A female, average height, average looks, who witnesses always described as having a twisted grin and an undeniable laugh.

Three weeks he had been assigned to this illusive girl. Three weeks with no answers, no clues. And Technoblade was absolutely sick of it.

Techno and Phil rode to the scene in silence which Techno greatly appreciated. Phil knew how frustrating this case had been for him. Anyone else would have accounted Techno's irritability with the countless sleepless nights plagued by the lack of information. But nothing could be farther from the truth. Techno hated this case not because of the sheer absurdity of it, but because of the memories that it unlocked.

He knew exactly what it was like to be in her shoes.

The utter hatred bubbling just by looking at an officer in uniform was enough to blind the mind and pull the trigger. And he had done it more times than he wanted to recall. That was exactly how Phil had found him. Or, rather, Techno had found Phil. A gun to his head with Techno behind the trigger, ready to fire and take the one thing that couldn't be replaced or returned. Yet somehow, Phil had talked his way out of it and through the boarded, guarded shell of the infamous Blood God.

Phil had shaken Techno's whole outlook on life, put what he was doing in perspective. Techno had only considered the damage government had done to his life, not the individual lives of the police officers and their homes. He hadn't cared. But through time and a patience that Techno still couldn't understand, Phil had knocked some sense into Techno. Afterall, he had been young and stupid and full of ideas that were not his own.

And the only reason he was even allowed on the police force was having Phil by his side (not counting the years in prison, but he didn't ever bring that up). That and Techno did have one of the sharpest minds on the police force.

Now all those memories came crashing back just because of one reckless girl.

Phil parked the car across the crime scene, several cop cars already arriving before they had. Techno threw his overcoat on and shuffled toward the scene. Officers crawled around the site like ants, brushing past Techno as if he wasn't there. Techno didn't notice them. The crime scene was as he expected. Same situation, different day. But the way Phil walked up to him after speaking with one of the officers didn't feel the same. His eyebrows knitted together as he stood beside Techno.

"They matched her fingerprints."

Techno raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"Y/N L/N, nineteen, dropped out of college. I'll do more research on her when we get back."

Techno scratched the back of his neck, feeling a pair of unseen eyes on him. He glanced at the roofs of the apartment in front of them. "Took way too long to get that simple information, if you ask me."

Phil shrugged. "She's quick."

"Did we have any more information from the witnesses this time?" Techno peeled his eyes from the roof tops.

"No, same descriptions as always. Only new info is the matching fingerprints."

"Well, at least—"

A loud bang, a whiz by his ear, and the shouts of the officers around him interrupted all thoughts running through Techno's head. His ears rang. The shot was close. He twirled around and caught a glimpse of a figure dart around the corner.

"HEY! Phil, we—"

"Techno?"

Phil's voice was weak and shaky. Techno felt his heart sink. Surely not.

Phil clutched his shoulder, deep red spreading across his chest and contrasting his rapidly paling face. He fell to the ground. Quickly wrapping his arms around Phil, Techno shouted for a medic. Phil coughed into Techno's shoulder.

"You, you've got, got to go," he whispered, face scrunched in pain.

"What? Are you crazy? Absolutely not! I'm not leaving you like this!"

"You're going to, going to lose her." Phil shoved Techno away from him. "If you don't s-stop her, then this will keep, keep happening."

Techno stared at Phil.

"GO, MATE!"

A sudden burst of adrenaline rushed through him as Techno kicked off the ground and dashed toward the corner, Phil's image burned into his mind. A twisted smile spread across his face.

"Oh, she's gonna pay for that."