The Proxy (And Other Eccomiah Oneshots)

The Proxy

"My dear sweet Ecco, there will never be anyone like you." Those were his last words to her before he shot her. Unfortunately for Jeremiah, he had forgotten about the effects of the insanity gas. If he could take a blade to the chest, surely she could survive being shot. Nonetheless, Ecco was furious. No- not furious,  beyond furious. Ecco coughed and sat up, finding herself in the Sirens club. Barbara Kean had long gone, and the cops were standing by outside searching the rest of the club. Ecco slowly stood, gripping the countertop of the bar for support as she staggered ever so slightly. Jeremiah was going to pay. She may have loved him- but he had crossed a line. Ecco May have been sprayed by the Jerome's insanity gas, but she still had her brains. Ecco slipped out of the Sirens club, creeping out a window and rushing along rooftops, she made her way back to the bunker, remembering the place well as she had shared the place with Jeremiah for some time. Ecco hurried to the door and pressed down on the button. "Ecco 496." The door opened and she rushed inside, ignoring the computerized voice's greeting. Ecco ran through the maze, taking her hair down and wiping off her makeup. She found the living quarters easily, and made her way into her room, grabbing a bag and packing the necessities. She wasn't completely confident that Jeremiah was still using this location, and she planned to get in and out then return to her own apartment. Ecco hated to admit it- but for the first time in her life, she was scared. She was scared of Jeremiah. Ecco felt the tears brimming at her eye lashes, and with a frustrated hiss wiped them away. She walked into the bathroom and undressed, growling angrily at the wounds on her body. The little brat had chucked the vase at her,  clipping her side, and Jeremiah had then proceeded to shoot her. Ecco growled reaching into the drawer and pulling out the first aid kit, quickly opening it and whipping out the tweezers. She quickly began to clean herself up wincing at the pain. Usually she had Jeremiah to help her remove the bullets. Ecco gasped in pain as the tweezers dig into her flesh and moved closer towards the bullet. She quickly grabbed the towel nearby and stuffed it in her mouth, resisting a scream of pain as she felt the bullet against the metal of the tweezers. Biting down hard on the towel she grabbed the bullet with the tweezers and pulled it out with a muffled scream. As she dropped the bullet in the sink and screamed.
"Jeremiah!"
Ecco collapsed on the bathroom floor, sobs wracking her body from both the pain of removing the bullet without any type of pain reliever and the pain of losing Jeremiah. How could he? Why would he? She knew he had fallen into the chemicals- (something she blamed herself for every day) but she was confident that her Jeremiah was still in there. Somewhere. Ecco stood from the floor and turned on the shower and stepped in, her eyes on the floor watching as blood poured down her body. She quickly washed her hair before she stepped out of the shower, not caring about the blood and water streaking down her body. Ecco reached for the first aid kit and began patching up the bullet wound. She threaded the needle and thread through the skin- stitching herself up carefully. She went through the motions, her mind wandering. Why? Why Jeremiah? Why? She had been so sure she could bring him back from the madness. She never had cared about how he looked- she cared about him as a person. She missed the old him from time to time, the him before the insanity gas and before Jerome. She would give almost anything to have her Jeremiah back. But that wasn't possible. Ecco felt tears well in her eyes as she remembered those last few moments. There will never be anyone like you. Had he truly meant to dispose of her? Ecco hissed as she finished the final stitch, it wasn't the best. It was a lot easier stitching up Jeremiah, that was for sure. She could remember the nights after the blowing of the bridges, she had spent the first night here in the bunker, fussing over him and worrying for his well being while she stitched him up.

"Ecco, I'm fine!" Jeremiah laughed, Ecco frowned folding her arms across her chest. "Jeremiah, you need stitches! Your hurt do you not realize that?!" Her heart broke at her own words. Jeremiah rolled his eyes and he took her hand in his. "Listen to me," Ecco averted his gaze, listening with her ears but not her eyes. "Ecco..." Ecco looked up at Jeremiah, he was smiling that sweet smile. The smile he only gave her. "I'm fine. I'll recover. You know that." Ecco shook her head, "I don't care what that insanity gas's side effects are, Jeremiah. You still need stitches. Now stop being a baby and let me help you." Jeremiah had rolled his eyes and allowed her to stitch him up, but not before he made an awful attempt to seduce her. He had cast her a charming smile and leaned forward, his fingertips grazing along the underside of her chin. "Ecco," he purred, "Have I ever told you how- simply adorable and sweet you are?" Ecco had laughed at him, fondly kissing him before she began the stitching. "Jeremiah Valeska- I love you, but your acting like a child. Please just sit still so I don't have to restrain you." Jeremiah had succumbed to her and chuckled under his breath as she stitched him up, "I wouldn't mind being restrained..."