Collection • TwoSetViolin

II. Last Shot

Summary: Being partners against crime is an old feeling for Brett and Eddy, so a new mission to protect an ancient artifact from being stolen is nothing new. Except, everything is very new for the both of them. [AU] (2938 words, 15-20 minute read)

Warnings: Depictions of violence, major character death.

Notes: Will probably be a part two of this! I'll figure it out, hehe. Maybe, maybe not?

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"This is so uncomfortable," Brett mumbled. "I can't even fit the bulletproof thing under this."

He was in a suit and a buttoned down shirt, both of which belonged to a much younger and shorter Brett. They were a little tight on him and the heat of the museum wasn't helping him whatsoever. He used the sleeve of his suit jacket to wipe droplets of sweat from his forehead, continuing to glance around for anything that seemed out of place.

Some static was heard through the earpiece. "Whose fault is it for not buying a new suit despite knowing about this for months? Just focus on your work now."

"Shut up, Edwina."

Brett walked down the hall, the weapon on his belt growing heavier by the second. He kept his eyes on the entrance to this particular hallway, even though he knew that many guards stood behind those doors. They were normal museum guards though; they wouldn't be able to handle an experienced robbery team.

He turned around to face the violin that rested in its glass case and sighed a breath of relief after seeing how it was still there. Red lasers surrounded the case, caging the violin in another layer of protection. A single spotlight shone on the violin, illuminating the silver strings and the delicate varnish.

Brett held his breath. He could almost hear Eddy's quiet violin playing in his head. "Edwina?"

"Hm?"

"I wish you were here."

Eddy chuckled, each chuckle sounding raspy in the earpiece. "I know. Get back to focusing."

"Alright, alright." Brett sighed. He scanned the surroundings again, taking note of everything that was in the room. Nothing seemed out of place, but he wasn't so sure. "You know, you're usually the one that's better at this."

A hum. "Sorry. Focus."

Brett winced, not bothering to reply to that. Eddy's voice had a bitter undertone to it. He took a deep breath, returning his focus to the situation. It was difficult: he normally had Eddy there to keep his nerves settled. Both of them weren't bad at taking a mental note of everything, but Eddy was a lot better at noticing minor details, even if he did forget a lot of them eventually.

He paced the floors, his dress shoes clicking against the marble tiles. His hands were right by his side, swinging awkwardly to help him attempt to blend in with the others. His glasses were sliding down from sweat, and he pushed it up with a single finger, wiping off the condensation with his sleeves again.

Did he look normal? Was he blending in? Was it clear that even though there were streaks of gold and brown in his hair and green contacts lined his eyes, he was still just Brett Yang? He took a shaky breath and continued to pace, keeping his head up and his face blank. He was really beginning to shake now, although he couldn't explain why. Maybe it was the anxiety. Maybe it was from the intensity of the mission, from the memories of the two that the violin brought up.