Forget [Fem! Red Leader X Reader]

Min Kjære

(Y/N POV)
You sat in your office, working on boring papers, when you heard a soft knock at your door. You sighed, grateful to do something else today then just paperwork.

When you opened the door, you saw two soldiers. Henry and Philipa, you were sure. You smiled and ushered them in, taking a seat at your desk. They seemed urgent.

"Mom, there is a medical emergency in the spy department. Someone dropped a heavy piece of equipment on their foot." Henry reported. He was a lot taller than you, probably around 6' 1".

"Where?" You shot up, then you hugged at the nickname. "Don't call me that. But seriously, WHERE?"

The soldiers lead you to the department. You looked out the window, confused. Why would a soldier be up this late? You told most people to hit the bunks by now. You must've forgotten.

Philipa allowed you in first. But there weren't any soldiers that you could see.

"Are you sure that we're in the right department?" You asked, but you felt someone grab you and cover your mouth.

"I'm sorry." A male's voice whispered as you felt a sharp pain in your neck. Then, you passed out.

(Philipa's POV)
"Get her to the meeting spot. Quickly!" Henry demanded, so I picked her up and carried her outside. She was a lot lighter than I expected. I finally arrived at the edge of the forest that hid the rebellion base and spoke into my pager.

"Red leader, this is Philipa speaking, we acquired the target and are at the meeting spot." I muttered into my pager as Red leader stepped out from behind a tall tree.

"Thank you Philipa, your work here is done. You were brave to come as a spy and that will be deeply honored." She ruffled my black hair and took mo-I mean Miss Thompson from me. It was nice at the rebellion. The soldiers were friendly, and they even addressed Miss Thompson as 'mom'. She was kind of like a mother to everyone, I had to admit. Maybe she'll make it better at the Red army base.

"Red leader, ma'am. I made it outside without a single soldier noticing me. We should leave before dawn breaks." Henry emerged from the trees.

"Are you telling me what to do?" Red leader snapped. Henry quickly shook his head.

"Now then. Let's go." She turned around and lead us to a helicopter. Henry and I walked next to each other.

(Third Person POV)
Tori carried Y/N's limp body to the helicopter, slightly unsettled by the look in her still, unblinking eyes.

Philipa and Henry stepped inside the helicopter, and Tori got in after them. She walked into a more private place to check most of
Y/N's body for bruises or cuts.

Tori looked at her arms to see a couple of scratches and a small bruise, but that was about it. She checked her legs, and was startled.

There were a lot of cuts and bruises there, which Tori hoped were not self-inflicted. Most of them were jagged and random so she assumed they were from previous fights Y/N had gotten into or attempted to stop.

Well, when we still lived together, she would often be the one who stopped the fights between Tamara and I ... they were sisters anyway, I'm sure she didn't want her getting hurt.

Tori sighed and wrapped gauze around Y/N's lower legs. Y/N was originally quite tense before, but she seemed to relax at Tori's warm touch. Her calm expression made Tori blush softly.

(Tori's POV)
After what seemed like an eternity, the helicopter landed. I stepped out, still carrying Y/N's light body.

"Take her to the room connected to mine and put her in the bed. Alert me when she wakes up." I ordered, attempting to hand her to my medics. But she had attached herself to me and wasn't letting go. I sighed. "Guess I'm doing this."

I carried her bridal style to my room, entering a side room. Since she wouldn't let go, I laid down with her, heat spreading all over my face. I stared at the ceiling until I felt her grip relax.

"Goodnight, min kjære." I murmured. Then I silently slipped out of the bed and walked away, getting into my own.

(Your POV)
A chill went down your spine. You opened a E/C eye to see two feminine figures standing above you. They both had brown hair and were in similar uniforms, but seemed very different.

One had longer, darker hair and eyebrows that made it hard to tell where her actual eyes were. But hey, she was able to pull them off quite nicely. She was also smoking a cigar.

The other one had lighter hair and put it in a ponytail. She had a silver piercing in her right ear.

"Now she's awake! Fantastic!" The long-haired one growled.

"It's not my fault that your shouting woke her up." The other one snapped. Then she looked over at you. "Did you sleep well?"

You simply nodded and she sighed with relief. "Good. I'm Patricia, and that's Paula. Wait here, I'll be back in a minute. Or ten." She joked.

At least she has something of a sense of humor. Ell used to joke around but she hasn't done that since the rebellion started. The only decent laugh I could get was from Matilda but even she barely smiled.

A few minutes later, Patricia came back into the room with your worst enemy. Tori Lawson. You tried your best not to flinch.

"Paula, Patricia, back to work. I can deal with her." Tori ordered. The women left the room.

(PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE BACK-AND-FORTH COMMENTARY)

"Why am I here?" You muttered.

"Because I missed you so much." Tori replied sarcastically. You twitched. Tori rolled her eye. "You wouldn't care for the real reason."

You stayed silent for a minute, staring at the frosty window. It must be winter.

Your eyes narrowed as you watched the Red soldiers work, laugh, and talk to each other. You sighed. It was different back at the rebellion, usually people stuck to the department they were assigned. You had suggested that everyone gets basic training in every department, but that idea was quickly turned down by the president. I hated that guy ... he only liked his stupid visions.

"What are you staring at?" Tori demanded.

"Work." You simply answered.

"Well, stop staring at it and get up. I need you to put something on." Tori walked over to the closet that was in the room. You were slightly worried about what she would make you wear.

She handed you a stack of clothing. It contained gray pants, a blue overcoat, and a red sweater with two white stripes across it, making an 'X' design. It was similar to Paula and Patricia's uniforms.

"Oh, and look in the closet on the top shelf. You might need the footstool to reach it though." Tori smirked. You weren't in the mood for her old games. You huffed and marched over, not using the stool to grab whatever was on top. You were surprised to see it.

Your old hoodie.

"Where did you get this?" You snapped.

"I have my ways." Tori responded. "Considering you are going to be here for pretty much the rest of your life, I thought you would want to feel more at home."

"Just- just leave while I change into this. Oh, you have a terrible sense of style, by the way." You commented.

"Noted." Tori calmly replied and walked out of the room. She closed the door - quite aggressively, to be honest - and left you alone in the quiet.