Jesse Mccree One-Shots

Kind Alpha - Part 8 #12

Word Count: 3415
Type: Alpha/Beta/Omega/ Young Mccree
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Third Peron P.O.V~

   "Zis- zis can't be right?" Angela's dark orbs scan the screen as the results are automatically typing themselves in. Under the list of 'Drugs Detected,' the blond can see all the possible medications that (Y/n) had been taking over the past few days. Most of the drugs on the list are commonly used in an average Alpha's medication, Aurasolin (Alpha Suppressant), Kodafinil (Koda-fin-il) (Awareness Stimulant), Celoft (Cel-loft) (Antidepressant) and so on. Her eyes stop on one name 'Hurentine' (Hu-ren-tine). "There."
   Moira - "Hurentine."
   Angela - "I've never heard of zuch a zing."
   Moira - "You wouldn't have-"
   Angela - "And why not?" 
   Moira - "..." Angela stops scrolling through the list, finger resting firmly on the side halting the movement of the screen. Her eyes dart over to Moira watching the Alpha through her peripheral vision. Moira's face appears calm and stern, but her eyes telling a different story. 

   Moira blinks slowly taking in a slightly long and shaky breath. Upon opening her eyes her heterochromia iris' stare blankly at the floor. "Moira?" Closing her eyes and lifting her head back up while leaning against a table she allows a breath to slip past her lips. "It's a drug used on fighters in the Rings before a match. The drugs purpose is to stimulate high aggression and strength while drastically increasing one's pain tolerance." Angela's eyes widen with every word as the room falls silent. The blonde can hear her heart beating within her own head. A ringing sound slowly begins to flood her ears, becoming louder when imagines of the dining hall flashing in her mind. The bodies of drugged patients laying sprawled along the floor, the browsing on their necks, specks of blood on their clothing. Sweat forming on her face as the memory of (Y/n) crosses her mind, slumped over, cut up and bloody...

   "If... If zis is ze rezult of what happened ze other day... Then if- if she"
   "If (y/n) wasn't there to save Mccree?" Angela nods slowly as she recalls the way (Y/n) slowly lifted her head up revealing a bloody face. Her eyes were dark, yet they held a glint of happiness to them. "That boy would have been torn to shreds and assaulted in more ways than one, if not for her intervention." The Omega takes in a sharp breath as she imagines the moment (y/n) sends Mccree away to get help. She knew they were drugged. Yet, she never said anything, never told anyone or mentioned it in her incident report. 'Why?' 
   "Why not say anything?" The blonde mumbles to herself in thought.
    "I was wondering that myself?" Moira comments her face twisted in a confused and almost frustrated expression.
   "We should report zis to Amari-"
   "No." Mercy snapping her gaze towards the Alpha
   "And why not?" Moira sighs to herself as the fingers from her left hand run through her hair pushing a couple of strands out of her face.
   "If you're worried about (Y/n)-"
   "Amari already intends to fire (y/n)-"
   "..." 
   "And if she has her way she'll black list (y/n) too..." Mercy swallows the lump in her throat as her shaking hand grasps the bend to hold herself up.
   "So, what do we do?.."

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   Meanwhile~

   "So what? you're going to give up just like that?!" Mccree stands inside the room of the two Alpha's, a large briefcase lays on the floor with some clothing that's just been lazily tossed in.
   "There's nothing more to be done." (Y/n) replies as she turns away to empty out the next drawer beside her bed. 
   "But, what if Moira finds something in the samples? It could prove your innocence." Reinhardt places a few shirts into the case fixing up the mess to make more room. Sigh*
   "Mccree, I appreciate your concern, but, you've seen first hand what commander Amari is like..." She gives off a low hiss at the pain that jolts through her body.
   "Don't push yourself, my friend, you should  get some more rest." 
   "I'll be fine, it just stings a little." She continues to empty out the drawer handing her clothes to Reinhardt, the large man carefully takes them out of her bandaged hands and places them into the case. She looks back up at Mccree feeling a heaviness in her chest as she watches his sad expression on her face.