Seb was quieter than a normal subdued reaction after the trick with the speakers was revealed. Every corner they turned his eyes lit up and then died again. His head was down and Mitch had to guide him to avoid collisions.
"What is this?! You ok?"
"Fine I... what am I doing here? Do I even know you? D'you know the Quing?" Two voices confirmed two more captives (or whatever they were) in the maze of a habitat. Seb's eyes practically glowed.
"Diongo?!" He was running before they could stop him.
"Baby?!" Seb was interlocked with a brunette when they got there, hands running through his hair while Dion peppered kisses on his cheeks, lips and neck before locking him in another kiss that seemed to melt him and strengthen both of them at the same time. The blonde boy turned to Mitch and Greg to ask something until someone groaned by Greg's feet.
"Toddy!"
"Chess? Are y'all ok?" There was a strain to his voice and a long pattern of bruises down his jaw and neck which 'Chess' started trying to tend to without any supplies. Mitch watched to advise him as he knelt by the unconscious man by Greg's feet. The thought seemed to question both of them simultaneously.
How many of you are here?
"What're we doing here?" Mitch watched the possibilities run through everyone's head. Greg added hesitantly.
"Guys. Where's here?" The question stayed unanswered.
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Suspects
Fanfictionevery underrated otp finds themselves involved in an investigation where the motives are as clear as mud and the psychology as simple as fiction. To prove themselves in the right they may have to prove they can do the ultimate wrongs. Yet what links...
