Insecure ||10k/Z Nation Fanfiction|| [ON HOLD]

2 - Show Me

I wake up to the sound of chirping birds, something I've adored since I was a little girl.

I sit up and instantly look for my bow and quiver, rage bubbily into me when I find they are no where near me. I grab  my hidden dagger and angrily jump out of the truck and into a house we are parked at. I bust through the door, making it swing and hit the wall with a loud slam.

I stomp into the kitchen, where everyone is, and I grab the closest person to me: 10k.

I grab his shoulder, pulling him back to my chest and head (because he is rather tall), and I press my dagger to his throat, like I had done to Doc.

"Sorry." I whisper, only quiet enough for him to hear me. His has on a muscle shirt, which has a hood, and a pair of goggles on his head, with gloves and black pants and boots.

"Whoa, what's this about?" Warren asks, her hand up, most likely trying to calm me down.

"Where the hell is my fucking bow?" I growl out, rage consuming me once again.

"Don't worry, it's right here," she says, taking it out from under the counter and holding it out to me. I snatch it and grab my quiver and arrows from her as well.

"Unstable." I hear Murphy grumble, I snap my head towards him and stalk over to him, as Warren and Addy try to calm me down.

"What did you say, Grimy?" I sneer and he cowers away from me.

"Whatever." I grumble, "I knew it was a terrible idea to stay."

"Hey, don't talk like that." 10k mumbles, his hand brushing my arms as sparks fly through that area.

I grumble and walk outside, and hop in the bed of the truck.

"Are you alright?" I look up and see 10k, as he slowly sits beside me.

"Are you alright? Sorry I had to uh, do that." I mumble, glancing at him.

"It's fine, I'm fine." He reassures me, laying his arms across the truck.

There's a long moment of silence, a nice comfortable quiet pause.

"Hey 10k?" I call out, my voice sounding weak, and for once: I'm fine with that.

"Hm?" He turns to me, a small smile on his lips.

"What's your real name?" I tilt my head to the side, look up at him. He is quiet for a moment or two, but he soon speaks up.

"Tommy." He peeps, and looks me in the eyes, something swirling that I can't quite detect.

I smile and lay my head on his shoulder.

"Sage?"

"Mhm?"

"Can you show me your face? All I can see is your lips. Please trust me." He pleads. His last three words strike something strong in me and I burry my face in his shoulder more, my eyes watering dangerously.

"Please?" He asks again and I sniffle with a small nod, and he moves to see my face clearly. He slowly moves his arms up to my hood and drags it down my dark brown hair. I gaze up at his light green eyes, which are wide with shock as he looks at me.

"I know I'm not that pretty, alright?" I mumble, looking down.