Don't Give Up

Hi guys here's  a one shot I did with no OCs! I know shocking. This was inspired  by Manifest  Season 4 Part 1 so there are spoilers. You have been warned

TW: Mentions of Character  death and imprisonment

Michaela Stone was empty. It had been three weeks being stuck in the registry's prison, three weeks since Angelina had gotten the beta sapphire, and three weeks since her beloved husband died. The day still haunted her. She remembered everything that happened. Coming home to see her husband's body leaning against the side of Cal's hospital bed body barely breathing. Michaela's heart stopped at the sight. She had cried for him to stay with her, but he had used whatever breath he had left to say, "It's okay, my love. I'll see you again. Under the stars." Those words were his last even as Michaela clung on him begging  for him not to leave. That is until the registry  came for them.

Without her husband she was a shell of what she used to be. Why did whatever force that caused this let Zeke  live just to die again three years later? Just for Michaela to have to mourn him again? Michaela knew Zeke and Cal had a connection and Zeke was protective  of the young man, but he didn't realize it went as far as dying  for him. Michaela hated life and sometimes wondered why they even came back in the first place if it was just to suffer.

She was so caught in her sorrow that she didn't  hear the stealthy footsteps of her best friend coming in and the unhooking  of the security camera plugged just outside her cell. It was late no one should be here right now they had security  but as long as they weren't  messing with anything. They wouldn't  come in or care much about them. All the observations during the day. 

"Hey M," a hushed voice says to the woman on the floor. Michaela quickly clocks the short brown locks as she looks up through blurry eyes.  

"Please leave me alone," the blonde says brokenly, but instead of leaving the figure bent down on her knees a silver package is held under her arm, and Michaela takes a fuller look of who is in her cell with her. She is met with brown eyes filled with sadness and concern. "Drea," she croaks in surprise and the woman quickly shushes her looking  around hesitantly  making  sure security wasn't around. 

"Hey Mick, sorry I didn't  come sooner we got new security and I had to learn the shifts so I could sneak in without getting caught,"  Drea whispered quietly, taking in her friend's  appearance.  "I'm  so sorry about all this Michaela. I should've  known the registry  would eventually find an excuse to take all the passengers captive. I also heard about Zeke and I can't  imagine what you're going  through," Drea murmurs.

 She could curse the registry right now. They weren't  letting the passengers see each other and had no sympathy  for any of them. The worst part was that she was part of it. She had to be if she wanted to keep her job. If she wanted to keep her eyes and ears on them. Michaela didn't  look close to the person she used to admire. Her hair was tangled, her cheeks stained with dry tears and eyes tinged red, she didn't  look like she showered in days. "When was the last time you ate?" Drea asks her voice still hushed knowing if she was any louder she risked being caught.

"A few days ago," the blonde rasps and Drea sighs putting the foiled object down and unfolding it as quietly  as possible in the dim light.  Michaela saw that it was a sandwich and an apple.

"I know it isn't  much, but you need to eat and I'm  not leaving until I see you at least eat half of it," Drea says resolutely, glancing at her watch  to see how long she had before  she had to go. 

"D, I'm  not…" Michaela started quietly  before  noticing  Drea's glare and the her arms crossed stubbornly and Michaela just knew Drea would stay true the words she uttered.  So she reluctantly ate a few bites of the sandwich watching Drea out of the corner of her eye.  

"M, I'm  not going  to force you, but if you want to talk I'm  here," Drea says finally sitting down all the ways and crossing her legs so she was more comfortable. Instead of talking  Michaela just hugs her friend sobbing anew into Drea's fancy cardigan. The brunette couldn't  bring herself to care though as she hugs back. If this was what Michaela needed she would happily give it. 

"I'm  nothing without him D, now that he's  gone there is no point in living," Michaela told her after  a few minutes of silence and Drea looks at Michaela sadly trying  to figure out what she could say. Drea wasn't  great at comforting people so this definitely  didn't  come naturally to her she didn't  want to say something  wrong. 

"I know it feels that way Mic, but would Zeke want you to give up?" Drea asks quietly looking  at Michaela in the eyes with a soft look. Sadly the interaction  was cut short when Drea heard footsteps and looked a bit panicked as she looks at Michaela. "Play along," she whispers.  It took her a minute to catch on but Michaela quickly nods.

"I already told you I have no Idea where he is hiding, but don't  worry once we find him. He'll  be joining  you in a cell," Drea snapped quite loudly and if it wasn't  for Drea mouthing, "I'm  sorry," Michaela would've  thought Drea was actually  irritated with her, but her demeanor quickly changes oncw the guard is out of earshot. 

"I better get out of here, a new shift has begun, I'll  come back tomorrow  at the same time and tomorrow I'll  bring Chinese," Drea promises quickly offering  a small smile and Michaela just slowly nods.

"Sounds good," her voice was barely  above a whisper but it was something. Drea just nods before  hearing another set of footstep and curses underneath her breath, and with one more glance at Michaela quickly walked down the hallway. Leaving Michaela alone with what Drea last said before  they got interrupted.

Meanwhile  Drea was walking  out of the registry trying to figure how to get Michaela, and all the other passengers of course, out of the registry  without  losing her job. No one should be locked upn in a cage and tested on. She had to get them out of there, maybe with the assistance  of Jared she could.