Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Saving You

It's a Friday night, and you're out with a few of your friends, though they aren't really good ones as they keep abandoning you.

You sit at the bar, ordering another drink and questioning whether to just go home or call Wrench to see if he wants to hang out.

You turn back to see your drink waiting for you on the bar, grabbing it and chugging it down, you watch as your two friends dance without you, they didn't even question where you went.

A few minutes pass and you begin to feel lightheaded and a little sick. You give a small smile to the stranger watching you from across the bar as you head out of the first door you see, being the fire exit.

The cool night air fills your lungs as you take a few breaths, calming your stomach, but the world starts spinning and your thoughts slow down.

"Shit" You mumble to yourself, fumbling for your phone and panicking as you realise what's happened. You call the first number you see.

Wrench picks up on the first call.

"Hey, are you having fun?" He asks in a robotic voice. He must be working still.

"N-no, I think somethings happened" You slur, slumping against the wall.

Wrench's light tone suddenly turns panicked "What's going on? Are you okay? Where are you? Shit nevermind, I'm coming to get you".

You nod, but feel silly when you figure out he can't see you. Your body feels too heavy and somehow you end up on the dirty concrete.

"Well hello there" The stranger from the bar calls out, the fire exit door closing behind him.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You go to stand up, preparing to defend yourself, but you can't move.

"As soon as I saw you, I had to double take, knowing I've seen you somewhere. Then it hit me, you're with that hacker group, what is it DedSic?"

"Dedsec. It's DedSec you dumbass" You mumble, unable to keep your thoughts to yourself.

The stranger kneels down next to you, and reaches out a hand to brush your hair, your hand weakly comes up to smack him away.

"Ah, those sleeping pills are kicking in then, I'll have you at Dusan's in no time".

"Yeah, I don't fucking think you" A robotic voice calls out, and your heart leaps.

"And who the fuck are you? Some kind of Batman wannabe?" The stranger laughs, putting on a bravado and standing up, walking to Wrench.

Your eyes close on their own demand, so you only hear the grunts and shouts of a fight.

Warm hands cup your face, and you try to push them away.

"It's me sweetheart" Wrench softly tells you, grabbing your arm and pulling you up. You're too weak to stand on your own, so Wrench picks you up and holds you close to him, you nuzzle into his neck and whimper at the ache forming in your bones.

"I know Sweetheart, we'll be at my place soon" He says, squeezing you tighter as you finally pass out.

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The scent of cigarette smoke and fabric fills you nose as you feel your body lowered onto something soft.

A bed.

Not remembering who you're with, you kick out and try to move.

"Hey, hey you're safe, you're okay" Wrench softly mumbles, his voice now his normal American accent.

You make some sort of moan, not liking this situation at all.

Something warm is placed around you, and you snuggle deeper into the cocoon. A duvet you realise.

"You've got water on the side with painkillers, and a bowl is next to you in case you need it. Your phone is on the side, so call me if you need anything" Wrench says, planting a kiss on your forehead and getting up.

"Stay" You mumble, and you feel him stiffen as your hand grabs his.

He takes a breath. "Okay, sure". He gently lowers himself on the bed next to you, and you roll over to rest your head on his chest, he tenses for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, caging you into his toned and warm body.

"I was so scared when you called me" He whispers, "I'll never let anything happen again".

You "hmmm" sleepily before drifting off into the darkness.