Multifandom Oneshots

q-force ~ grief (hurt/comfort) ~ stat & twink

A/N : Takes place post episode 6. They/them pronouns are used for Stat. Also Stat is neurodivergent and you will have a hard time convincing me otherwise

Stat didn't go back to their apartment that night.

This wasn't entirely uncommon for them as they had spent countless nights working late into the night at the Q-Force headquarters before passing out on the couch, but this time it wasn't because they were working. In fact, they hadn't touched their laptop since them and Twink got back, which was unheard of for them. They were the resident hacker, after all.

But, no. At that moment, the thought of hacking just made them sad. For the past little while, whenever they had an issue in their hacking or just needed someone to talk to, Jacqueline would pop up on their screen and strike up a conversation. She was the first girlfriend they had ever had, and it was really nice to have someone to talk to about their more obscure hyperfixations like Cobblestones... And now she was gone.

Twink, as oblivious he could be to people's emotional shit, could easily pick up on his friend's sadness. It kinda hurt to see Stat just curled up on the couch, drinking mascara-infused Mountain Dew. Sure, that wasn't too out of left field for the hacker, but now they carried an aura of sadness as their laptop laid untouched on the coffee table.

The drag queen sighed as he got into more casual night clothes and went back into the main room, sitting next to Stat awkwardly. He felt a little guilty for just having walked out on them earlier, and hoped to make things right. What Stat needed right now was a friend, and Twink hoped that he could give that to them.

"Hey" he said, voice a bit uncharacteristically gentle while still carrying the usual flamboyancy he spoke with. "Hey" Stat replied in a sad, monotone voice. "You are depressed, and I want to help" Twink deadpanned. He wasn't gonna inch around the issue. That was stupid. "And... I'm sorry for walking out like that earlier. I still think Cobblestones is awful but that was rude of me"

"It's okay" Stat replied, avoiding eye contact with the man as they just stared blankly at the ground. Twink hadn't seen them this depressed in a while. Even when they were having a bad mental health day, nothing was quite as substantial as this seemed to be. He wanted to help, but wasn't sure how.

"Do you wanna... Talk about it?" he asked a bit hesitantly. Stat didn't reply for a second, and Twink was starting to wonder if they had even heard them, but then they suddenly broke the silence with a small, fragile "I loved her so much"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what "her" they were referring to.

"Hey, come here" Twink said gently as they saw Stat begin to cry (That was a new sight. In all the ten years they had been friends, Twink had only seen Stat cry once or twice). Stat just leaned against the man, allowing him to wrap an arm around them as they cried. As much as they hated to admit it, Jacqueline's demise had really gotten to them. They had cared about her so much, and she was the first person for them to ever connect with on that level, so for her to suddenly be gone just hurt a lot.

"Tell you what" Twink said as Stat began to calm down, still curled up against him. "I will give Cobblestones another shot" he caved. "We can just cuddle here, watch that shitty soap opera, and then tomorrow you can take the day off work. I'll even vouch for you if Mary or V cause issues, yeah?"

"Yeah" Stat said, smiling for the first time that night as they found the TV remote and located the place where they always watched Cobblestones. "Thanks, Twink. I forgive you for being a bit of a dick earlier"

"Of course" Twink replied with a small chuckle as he mentally braced himself for bad nun drama.