Obsession's Embrace

Darién Gap

A/N: this is very short but I'm exhausted and have a terrible migraine. Also. I'm so sorry. (I think.)

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I barely got through my segment on Raw. Electra left as soon as we got out of the shower yesterday. She hasn't messaged me once and I'm trying not to freak out.

Being dramatic isn't normally my thing, but considering all that's happened, I figured that I could allow myself some leniency.

I'm walking backstage when Damian stops me. He's smiling like he has good news, but the smile immediately drops when he takes one look at my face. Is it that obvious something is bothering me?

"What did she do?" He asks, "did she hurt you?"

"I- no," I stutter.

He raises an eyebrow at me and balls his fists. The telltale sign that he doesn't believe me. I wouldn't either. It wasn't very convincing.

"She went exploring and wouldn't take me because it was too risky," I explain.

Damian relaxes and nods slightly.

"That's...good. That's great. She's doing what's best for you finally," he speaks bluntly.

I roll my eyes.

"Will you ever stop hating her?" I ask.

"I don't hate her. But I don't necessarily like her. Though she is growing on me now that she wouldn't risk your life," he shrugs.

"Damian," I groan.

"Okay okay. What's wrong? What's the problem?" He asks.

"Besides the fact she sees me as weak now?" I counter.

"I don't think she sees you as weak. She sees the world differently than we do. It takes a lot to do what she does and survive. She probably realized she can't guarantee your safety."

Nodding, I realize he has a point. Electra has been on her own for years. Even as a child her parents weren't always around. She was very young when Tobias tortured her, which made her grow up even faster.

She knows how to be alone out there. Adding me is like adding a new risk she's not used to. One she doesn't know how to handle. An asset she's not sure of how to protect.

"She left yesterday and I haven't heard from her once. Not even to let me know she was on the plane," I lay bare my worries without actually expressing them.

Damian picks up on it. Reaching out and pulling me into a hug. I hug back.

"Her uncle is gone. He's not coming back. I'm sure she's okay. Maybe she just doesn't have service wherever she is," he speaks with his chin on the top of my head.

"You're right. Maybe I'll hear from her soon."

*later that night*

It's nearly midnight and I'm pacing in the hotel room. Biting my nails and staring at my phone, waiting for some sort of signal to tell me she's okay. That she made it okay.

When my ears tune in to the news channel I have playing on the TV, my blood runs ice cold.

"We're getting reports that an American private jet was possibly shot down near Panama and Colombia in the Darién Gap."

My head turns slowly to the screen and I watch as the news anchor continues.

"Authorities received a brief staticky call for help just before hearing what sounded like a rocket launcher, followed by a loud explosion. The line immediately went dead and the authorities are searching for the source of the call. We will be providing updates as we receive them."

I stare blankly at the screen in disbelief.

"Electra."