But Everything You Touch Crumbles • {Billy Butcher x OC}

Should We Quit Now?

      We headed back to the office, where Frenchie and Kimiko were sitting and talking. Butcher was taking care of some other stuff in the back, so I stayed with Frenchie and Kimiko for the while. My main phone started buzzing and it was Normandy. "You see the latest interview with Homelander?" His voice was tense and dry. "He's fucking going off the edge of sanity, he's gonna snap soon. I doubt that the Flight 37 video is going to hold for any longer." "We just need more time. Draft 66 is the one, I can feel it!" Frenchie and Kimiko looked over when my voice got more intense, coming to their own conclusion that it was something to do with my own plans with Homelander. I caught their eyes on me and shook my head, "Time is running out, so we just need to make the most of it. We are going to make that bastard pay for killing Mila and Lucas." There was hesitation on his side though, before he let out a huge sigh, "Erin and Emerald want to talk with you." The phone was passed and all they wanted was to really talk to Frenchie for the first time. I put the call on speaker and whistled for Frenchie's attention. "C'est bon de parler avec vous, Betty White, (It is good to talk with you, Betty White)" Erin started. 

      He looked confused at first, but I explained that I had some other French people working with me. "Once I told them about you, they wanted to talk with you. Be mindful, they are very horny," I clarified. He gave a little snicker, "Then they are my type of people. La même chose avec toi. À quel point es-tu proche de Myra? (The same with you. How close are you with Myra?)" "Si proche que nous savons qu'elle aime se promener dans sa maison en robe seulement. (So close we know that she loves to walk around her house in only a robe.)" Okay, that's enough! Quickly hanging up on them, Frenchie was having a good ol' time now knowing that fact. He smirked, "Do you really do that?" "It's a freeing feeling to do that, alright? Especially when you know no one is around, then it's even better." My phone buzzed again, but this time it was a text from Hughie. Oh, no...

      "Prepare for war, you two. Hughie and Butcher are going to go at it," I warned them. They each other looks, then Butcher walked out his back office, "Go at what?" Kimiko and Frenchie went back to their own business in a hurry, leaving me to tell him alone. "Hughie texted me," I started out. "And you're not going to like this one. Apparently, Termite's free to walk." "You have to be shitting me right now?! After all that fucker's done, he just walks like it never fucking happened?!!" He was right, the only reason they probably give a shit about Termite right now is that he maybe is making them more money in some shape or form. Butcher was steaming from his ears, face now his very familiar scowl and arms tensing up. I continued, "He's on his way over, so save the comments for that. For the record, you're not fucking wrong. Apparently, since we couldn't get Termite, they gave him B-Listers that they can throw away at anytime." That got him going for sure, and it didn't get any better when the front door opened. 

      "You must be having a fucking laugh," Butcher sped walked up to Hughie closing the door behind him. "That little cunt crawled up a guy's cock and blew him to bits. He almost killed Frenchie, and you're just gonna let him go 'cause Stan Edgar asked nice?" Hughie stood his ground and tried to defend himself, "Supe collateral damage is down 60%. Myra, can you back me up a bit." "Oh come off it. That's that Neuman talking," Butcher exclaimed before I can answer. "Hey!" I widened my eyes to Butcher before slowly looking over to Hughie. "I understand your angle and want, but I'm on his side." Hughie started to talk again, but I stopped him again. I started to explain, "I don't trust that Neuman. It's a little strange how her and Edgar started to get along a little too fast, right? Only reason I haven't looked into her is because you told- no, commanded me to leave her be. We aren't making any progress." "So what? You wanna go to war? There's a better option to these things other than blood!" I got in his face, "I know that! For the most part, there's a more civil way to do things, but sometimes you have to get dirty! A balanced middle, for fuck sake!"