Good Intentions

ch20 Part 1: Breaking

***Hello friends<3 The next few chapters are giving me a lot of issues. My mind had so many directions it wants to go in, and I'm having a hard time committing. So... rather than trying to be a control freak about it.. I'm going to let it flow. This will probably lead to smaller chapters... like this one, but quicker updates. Probably. 

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Owen didn't know how long he stood there, just watching Sean's car drive away. He only knew that the car was now long gone, and he hadn't moved a muscle. 

Sean's reaction had completely shocked him. He didn't understand why simply asking her to reconsider was such a problem. Isn't that what he was supposed to be trying to do? To show that he cares, and ask her to let him help? Maybe it had more to do with the fact that he had interrupted them? From where he had been standing, it only looked like they were hugging. Tightly for sure, but he hadn't realized he was interrupting an important moment. Not until they pulled away and he saw both of their faces. 

Attempting to shake his thoughts away, he finally began walking to his own car. But he couldn't shake his thoughts away. He hadn't been able to think of anything else for days. When and why had everything gone so wrong? And how on earth were they going to fix it?

Lost in his thoughts, he completely missed the approaching foot falls coming his way. Reaching out to open his door, a shout startled him to turn around. 

"Mr. B. Wait!" All seven members of his team were striding towards him. They all looked lost and fearful, with the exception of Victor. He looked like he had died several time in the last few hours. It was a frightening look. 

"Hello, gentlemen. Is everything alright?" He scoffed to himself. What a terrible question. 

"Is everything alright? No everything is not fucking alright. Tell us what the fuck is going on?" Gabe shouted, exasperated. Owen ticked his eyebrow up in a silent chastisement. It was instinctual now. So much of his personality was on autopilot. He knew now wasn't the time, and yet, he did it anyway. Gabe, however, looked wholly unaffected.  

Owen replied on a sigh. "I am not sure what you are referring to, Mr. Coleman?" That was true. There were so many things that he could be asking about. None of which he could fully explain or understand.

Gabe blinked at him in astonishment, and Owen watched as his temper slowly began to rise with each passing second of silence. 

"What happened today Mr. B? Sang has been radio silent all day. Victor, well Victor looks like complete shit. No offense man. And no one seems to know what the hell is happening." Luke spoke quickly, stepping slightly in front of Gabe, almost protectively. Owen's gaze shot over to Victor. 

He assumed that Victor would have caught everyone up, but clearly he hadn't. Victor returned his gaze with a look that clearly said that's not my job. Owen couldn't stop the sigh that left his lips. He was so tired. He had no idea how to handle any of this, and the only person he had in his life that could possibly help him, had just left. 

Seeing the defeat in Owen's entire demeanor, Victor decided to step in. He had kept quiet all day, not even sharing with North, because he was still so sick about the part he played in all of this. He knew what they were doing wasn't right, but he also understood why they had made the call to begin with. He always told himself that they would eventually explain everything, and that she would understand. But, eventually never came, and they once again underestimated her. She was so intelligent. They all knew that. But sometimes her vulnerability made it hard for them to see her true potential. Never again.