Charlize Theron - One Shots and Stories

Bullet Hole - Andromache (Andy)

"Y/n, Nicky, Joe. You three go around the back. Nile and Booker, you two come with me." Andy instructs. You nod. The two men follow you around the back of the ruined building. "What exactly are we looking for?" Joe asks, peeking through a smashed window. "There is supposedly a bomb or some kind of explosive in here that we need to defuse." you explain, stopping at a corner. The two men stop beside you. You look around the corner. All clear. You head around the corner, the men still following.

You all come to a door. You push it open slightly and poke your head around to have a look. Once again, all clear. You and the men walk in. "Nicky, you go left. Joe, you go right. I'll go through the middle." you say. The men nod. You all head off in your seperate directions. As you're checking the rooms, you come to a doorway with wires leading through it. You stop. You take a deep breath and sneak in, gun held in front of you. You eye up two men with machine guns surrounding the supposed explosive. You take them both out, one bullet to each of their heads.

The sound of the gun shots draws others out, two of which are Joe and Nile. Many more shots are fired. Seconds later, Andy and Nicky barge in the room. Just as you're about to shoot one of the men, you get shot in the back. You fall to the ground. Another bullet is planted in your head. Dead, for now at least. Five minutes pass. As you start to wake, you hear the sound of wires being cut. Your eyes flicker open. Andy is crouched at your side. "Oh, Y/n, my love. You're awake." she exclaims with a smile. You sit up and rub the back of your head. "Fuck, it's still as unpleasant as it used to be." you say, laughing.

Nicky looks over to you with a smile. "Y/n. When I tell you Andy was worried you weren't going to wake up, I mean it." he says. You look at Andy. "Nicky, shut up. Let me be a concerned wife, okay. It was five minutes." Andy argues. You grab her hand and caress it with your thumb. "Andy, my dear. Last time I died, I was out for five minutes. It's nothing new." you say. "Yes, but the last time you died was like sixty years ago. It's been a while since I'd last experienced this kind of stress. It was worrying." she explains. She stands and pulls you up with her. "Okay, I'm sorry. Thank you for being a loving and concerned wife. I appreciate it." you surrender.

After the explosive is permanently defused, you all head back to the safehouse. "So, Y/n, how long have you and Andy been married?" Nile asks, sipping a soda. You look back at your wife who is talking to Booker at the dining table. "We got 'married' in 1508, so just over five hundred and twelve years ago." you answer. Her eyes widen because of your response. "Damn! I know Andy is like ancient, but how old are you?" she asks, intrigued. You laugh. "I was born in 1413. Technically, I was ninety-five when Andy and I got 'married'. you explain. "Six hundred and seven years old." she exclaims. You nod.

Nile and yourself continue talking until Andy comes up beside you, resting her hand on your upper back. She plants a kiss on top of your head. "I'm going to go grab some food. Will you come?" she asks. You look up to her and she kisses your lips. "Of course, my darling." you respond. She smiles, grabbing her jacket. You look back to Nile. "Continue this convo once we get back?" you ask, standing. "Yeah, sure." she says, finishing her drink.

You grab your jacket. As you go to put it on, something catched your eye. "You're fucking joking. Why the fuck did I wear this one today." you say, throwing your head back. Everyone looks at you, confused. You point to a hole in the fabric. "Bullet hole from earlier." you explain, a sarcastic smile on your face. You roll your eyes, throwing the jacket on the sofa. "It's blood stained too. Fucking hell." you say, watching it land. You groan. Andy grabs you another jacket and you put it on. "Thank you, my love." you say, pecking her lips. She smiles. "Of course, my dear wife. Now, let's get going."

A.N: I need to get a life ffs, oh my gawd