Dirty Little Secret

Protection and Looking

Nicolas' POV

     When I wake up from my restless sleep, I'm still alone in the room, the shackles on my ankles clanking as I shift to press my back against the headboard.

   As I struggle to focus my eyes and finishing waking up, I look around the room, hoping for there to be some sort of bobby pin, or safety pin, wondering if this will be the moment Jason's lock picking lessons will come in handy.

    Jason.

    My heart breaks a little bit more each time I think of his name, hope for a rescue staying strong, but anxiety's claws in my back keep me scared, worried that for the rest of my life I'll be kept away from those who actually love me.

   The thought of that shakes me too my core, and I wrap my arms around my stomach, finding myself shaking as tears well up in my eyes, arms tightening as if pressure can keep me from falling apart inside.

    Just as I start to slide down, the depressive  nature of the situation choking me, Benny stops, his voice still soft, but firm this time.

   'Nicky, now is not the time to give in.' He tells me, and I try to listens but the more I think about it, the more it feels helpless, my Omega body no match to protect myself, and Jace and Clary hurt and with no clues to where I am.

    There's too many reasons to give in, the grip on my lungs and heart tight as I mourn Jace, tears falling from my eyes as my kind spirals, fear and anxiety breaking me down until all I can do is sit there against the bed like a broken doll, the strings gone and the doll broken and useless.

    Distantly I can head Benny talking to me, his voice full of worry while mine stays silent, stolen by the raw emotions circling through me, the reality of the situation almost too much to bare.

    'Nicky, the only way we're going to get home is if we don't give me, and we don't let either of them make us forget who we love and who will fight to the end of the world to protect us.' Benny tells me, flashes of Clary and Jace popping up in my mind, my heart squeezing again. 'You have to be strong, Nick. We have to be strong for them so when they come save us, we'll be waiting for them.' He tells me, his voice full of hope and promise, but it falls to deaf ears.

    'I'm so tired of fighting.' I tell him quietly, ignoring what he said, and there's a sigh I here before I feel my self being out to sleep and pushed back, the weight of my emotions being lifted off my shoulders and given to someone else.

   Instead of fighting it, I embrace the silence and slip into sleep, just wanting to be alone.

Benny's POV

   I sigh as Nick fades into the background, his mind a whirlwind of fear and worry, my own head almost getting too clouded.

   For the first time, I take over for Nick so that he can be the one to hide and protect himself for whats to come. For too long I've done it to him, leaving him behind to deal with things on his own. It's time I return the favor of everything he took for me.

   Growing up everyone always treated me like the shy scared little Omega who can't do something as simple as go to the store alone, and I fell for it. And that after all this time, I finally realized something.

  Being an Omega isn't about being scared. It's not about being weak, about genetics, or being submissive and helpless.

   Being an Omega means owning your limits before pushing them and growing. Being an Omega wolf means being a voice of reason, a companion and most of all, a protector from our softer sweeter human counterparts.

   Nicky isn't just my shy sensitive human counterpart. Nicky is my sweet twin soul, and I know that as his wolf, it's my job to make sure he's okay.

    Don't worry, Nicky. I'll protect you this time.

    After I sit quietly for another twenty minutes, and sleep only seems daunting, the threat of nightmares stopping me from closing my eyes. Instead, I get off of the bed, looking at the door nervously as I lower my foot to the ground, the thick iron cold and harsh against my skin making me wince and whine quietly, but I try to shake it off.

     I slowly stand up and walk around the room, heading towards the dresser that's closest to the bed on the right side of the window next to me.

   I reach out a shaking hand and pull the drawer open, finding it full of shirts, and when I check the label, I see that they're all my size. Checking the rest of the drawers, all of them seem to be the same; bought to fit me.

    A shiver that has nothing to do with the temperature creeps up my spine, and I shut the dresser, the sound of my chain sliding across the floor daunting.

   I reach the desk on the far side of the average size room, and look for anything that can help me, only to find paper, pens, and coloring tools, nothing that I could use to pick any of the locks. I keep looking around the room, panic setting in until I don't know what I'm looking for, only knowing that whatever it is, isn't here and that any hope I have of leaving this place don't lie in my hands.

   Maybe to someone else that would make them freak out more, but all I can do is walk back towards the bed with a heavy sigh and curl up on my side, knowing that there's nothing I can do.

   Hoping that Jace can do what he always does.

   Be there when no one else is.

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I'm not so sure about this ending but oh well. this is chapter number three of the night i'm not doing so well i need to speed up lol.

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