Jesse Mccree One-Shots

Kind Alpha - Part 3 #7

Word Count: 3464
Type: Alpha/Beta/Omega/ Young Mccree
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Third Person P.O.V~

   "Okay Mr Mccree, today we'll be performing tests to try and work out how much psychological damage has been done to you in the past." An orange-haired woman speaking silvery to Jesse as she examines his eyes and jotting down notes. "We'll be showing multiple images and all you have to do is describe to us what you see." She turns away and begins typing a few things on a holographic keyboard "this will be a quick examination so you'll be able to join the others for lunch."
A holographic screen appears before him "are you ready?" He nods once slowly and within a few seconds, the first image begins to form on the screen. He watches as a dark blob manifests, morphing into different shapes that looks nothing like he's ever seen before.

   His mind starts to wonder what he's actually meant to be seeing or if he's supposed to see anything at all. The blob on the screen is constantly changing, never staying in one shape longer than the other. He's becoming frustrated that nothing is attracting his attention, nothing is standing out to him, out of the multiple images this annoying blob is showing him, not one of them is making any sense to him.
He slowly rolls his eyes away from the screen towards the doctor only to find her gone and the entire room has changed drastically. He's no longer in the medical bay, yet the screen remains in front of him and the chair he's sitting in is the same. Eyes scan the room taking note of the familiar layout, he takes a sharp breath as the room manifests into a bedroom, his bedroom. He slowly pushes himself out of the chair, staring at everything while slowly turning taking everything in. 

   The room is filled with the basics a bed, bedside table, a few shelves and a wardrobe. His only toy a stuffed horse with multiple stitchings laid on the floor just three feet from the door that is illuminated by the golden light behind it. Jesse slowly walks towards the toy, kneeling down and reaching out to gently grab his beloved toy. He inspects the doll allowing the limbs to flop over the sides of his hands as he shifts it back and forth, the smallest smile forms on his lips seeing the same right-side button coming loose again.

   "WHERE'S THE GOD DAMN MONEY MARTHA!" Jesse jumps back from the voice grasping his toy tightly, his eyes darting towards the door with the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
   "WE NEEDED IT, ROBERT!" 
   "FOR WHAT!? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SPEND IT ON!?"
   "I bought medicine for Jesse!"
   "Come again..." Jesse's stomach began to turn at the low gruntle growl of his father and desperate cries of his mother that is no doubt on her knees sobbing at this point.
   "He- he was sick and he wasn't getting any better, please Robert leave him, I'll - I'll get the money back, I promise."

   "You used my hard-earned money on that piece of filth." 
   "I'm sorry, I'll get it back I swear-"
   "You won't get it back, he will." Jesse can hear loud footsteps on the wooden creaking floorboards becoming louder following it up by the pounding on the door. His mother crying begging his father to stop, while his father shouted out towards Jesse through the door. Jesse stumbled back tripping over his own feet landing onto his arse as fear and panic take over. His heart pounding in his ears as the door bursts open revealing the silhouette of his much larger father and his mothering being kicked away with minimal effort. Jesse can feel his stomach and heart drop at the sight of his shadowed old man striding towards him. His arms and fingers outstretched towards Jesse, his double canines showing, his eyes bloodshot red with pupils the size of pins freezing Jesse in place.
   "YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Jesse's eyes are welling up with tears as he takes in a sharp breath bracing for his father's harsh grip on his shoulder. He shuts his eyes squeezing them tightly waiting for the pain.
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   Jesse's eyes shoot wide open, his upper body launching itself forward throwing the sheets off him. Sweat glistening his entire body soaking his clothes, his throat feeling dry while gasping for breath. He jolts his head up towards his bedroom as it opens revealing a human figure as a small gust of wind lightly blows that all too familiar scent in his direction. He doesn't wait for them to speak, Jesse tosses the blankets off him, jumping out of bed darting towards the person his arms immediately wraps around them and burying his head into their chest.