My You-niverse

Santiago Garcia

You felt a little bit more like yourself in this universe. It seemed like you were in some sort of military group? The only woman, surrounded by men. The men, your colleagues, seemed to respect you and valued your opinion, which was very nice.

When the hostiles were taken care of you, you all met at the rendezvous point where you all piled into a heli, piloted by your friend in the Standard Oil hat.

'Pope' plopped beside you, nudging your knee with his, "You good? You look a lil' dazed."

You give him a lop sided grin, "Think I hit my head too hard when you tackled me to the ground, but I've had worse."

Pope lets out a hum and leans back in his seat, "You called me Marc back there. Who's Marc?"

You shook your head, "I-Someone I knew. Guess I just got confused for a sec."

Pope pulled out a flashlight and pointed it towards your eyes. You tried swatting it away, "What're you doing?"

"Trying to make sure you're not concussed."

"I'm fine!"

"What's my name?"

"Pope."

"My real name."

"Santiago." His name rolls of your tongue and you're surprised that you know his name.

He hummed and narrowed his eyes at you, "You're still getting checked when we get back."

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever." You let out a deep breath, but the action made you hiss.

Pope cocked a brow at you, "What's wrong?"

You rubbed your side, "I think I got a few cracked ribs."

He snorted, "'I'm fine' my ass."

You stuck your tongue out and Pope tried to grab it. You started swatting his hand away, but you were interrupted by a fake gagging noise.

You look across the heli to see Will fake gagging.

"What's up with you?"

"You guys are such a fucking couple it's disgusting."

"You're just jealous you haven't found your person yet," Ben smirked, nudging his brother.

You shrugged, settling in your spot, resting your head on Pope's shoulder. Your eyes started fluttering close, sleep taking you a lot quicker than you expected.

"Rosie," Ben nudged your foot and you slowly woke.

"Hm?" you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You looked around and noticed that the helicopter had landed. You were back on the airstrip and the only one left.

"I told you I'd get her," Pope flicked Ben's ear and pushed him to the side. He then looked to you, "You need help getting out, baby?"

You slowly maneuvered out of the aircraft, trying to keep your breath steady as your ribs screamed at you in pain.

You winced as you stepped out, Pope catching you as you fell forward, "I gotcha, baby. I gotcha." he turned to his young friend, "Help me out, Ben."

Both men wrapped your arms around their shoulders and escorted you to the van. All of the men insisted on getting you to the hospital first before heading home.

"We take care of our own, remember?" Will reminded you as he started the drive to the hospital.

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You definitely had a few cracked ribs. You were prescribed some pain meds and plenty of ice packs. After making sure you were okay, the group of you headed back home.

Well, you thought you and Santi were, but he wanted you to heal more to ensure you're okay to travel back home. So he graciously reserved a room at a nice hotel on the beach. There, he played the dutiful boyfriend; making sure you iced your ribs, you took your medication if the pain became too much; and overall made sure that you were comfortable.

You couldn't be completely active, but he did take you on walks on the beach. He kept his arm around your hip to keep you up and he matched pace with you.

"This is nice. Kinda like a mini vacation," you say as you slowly lower onto a beach chair, "Sad we'll have to leave this place soon. Back to reality." You sigh, rubbing the side where your ribs were injured.

"I know," Santi decided to sit behind you on the beach chair, you settling between his legs, your back against his chest, "I wish we could stay longer too. Maybe in a few months, we could ask for some time off. Come back here or go somewhere else? A romantic getaway?"

You look over your shoulder, "Romantic getaway? Who are you and what have you done to my stone cold lover?"

"I'm not stone cold," Santi says with a snort.

"You kinda are, babe. It's okay," you pat his shoulder, "I still love you."

Santi chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, "I love you too, my beautiful rose," he kisses your neck and proceeds to rest his chin on your shoulder.

You close your eyes, relishing in the warmth of your lover, the slight breeze of the beach, the sound of waves crashing. You take in the moment. For once since this whole universe thing started, you felt truly content and at peace.

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You hear the sound of your name and you open your eyes. You look around and notice that you're in a jail cell.

You sit up and look at the door. A man, familiar, similar to your previous loves, but more plump, held out an envelope to you, "Your cousin wrote to you again."

You stood up, walking over to your cell door and taking the envelope from him, "Thank you, Officer," you eye his name badge, "Garcia."

His lips go into a mini pout, "I told you, Y/N, call me Richard."

You nod, "Richard."

He nods back and continues on to hand out mail to other inmates.

"Interesting," you say to yourself. It seems you're an inmate at a prison in this universe and your husband's doppleganger is an officer at said prison. Very interesting indeed.