Basic Training Pt. 17 (and 18)
H E L L O H E L L O!
This is the final for Basic Training. YIKES! For me it has arrived at a point where I believed it should end. I’ve put around 22,000 words into it and it is by far the biggest fic I have written for this fandom! Another YIKES! Because of my writers bloc and the neglect to upload I’m lumping to the two final chapters together for a bonus.
On another note, I saw a set of UFO eggcups the other day at my work and thought Saeyoung would like them… is that sad? Probably, hehe. In any case let the ending of Basic Training begin.
You readied yourself from behind the concealed wall. “Saeyoung, Saeran for 606. Make your choice!” You take a deep breath before stepping out into the open room gaining the attention of all three sets of eyes in the room. You walked slowly, looking from face to face, assessing the situation and an exit plan should one be required. Saeran was held firmly by Vanderwood but his eyes were amused by your recent appearance suggesting he had his own way out of the vice grip which didn’t require assistance.
Saeyoung was horrified as he looked at you. His hands had begun to shake behind his back, a nervous tick when he was stressed or afraid. You inwardly cringed at his expression as you felt your heart pull. Yes, yes. It’s almost time but the final pieces are not clear yet. Just wait a little longer. You stand in-between Saeyoung and Vanderwood in the centre of the room. All eyes are still on you.
“MC. Stand down. You don’t need to be involved in this.” Saeyoung ordered. You took another step forward towards Vanderwood. “MC! I’m begging you. Stand down. Come back here towards me.” You take another step and he takes one also in an attempt to get closer and stop you.
Your eyes turn to Vanderwood who reaches behind him with his free hand to pull out a gun. He holds it daringly in his hand playing with it lazily as he points it at you, then Saeyoung. In a quick movement with his hand he turns the gun on its side holding the body of it out towards you. Flicking it upwards a couple of times impatiently as he offers for you to take it from his hands.
“Do it MC, just as I trained you to. Finish your training.” You pass your hands over the weapon, running along its cold metal lining.
“MC. You don’t have to do whatever he says. There is no agency for you to be controlled by anymore. I made sure of it!” You watched Vanderwood’s encouraging eyes. You hold up the gun towards Saeyoung’s sturdy frame. He stood still watching your every move, unafraid and trusting.
“MC, please lower the gun.” He said, his voice cool and calm, but his golden eyes showed flickers of concern. You looked down at your hand. It caressed the form of the gun comfortably, like it was an extension of your hand. It remained steady within your hands pointed at Saeyoung’s temple.
You could shoot him now. Fulfil Vanderwood’s training, fulfil Vanderwood’s wishes… and you might have if he hadn’t come too late. The puzzle in your head would continue to nag at you eternally if you didn’t make the right choice now. The gun turned with your body as you bolted across the room to snake around Vanderwood and hold the cool barrel against his head.
Vanderwood only laughed softly at the situation. Saeran took this moment to pinpoint a weak point on Vanderwood’s arm, releasing the strong hold that was once there. In moments he was standing beside Saeyoung on the opposite side of the room. Saeyoung however was stepping hesitantly across the room.
“MC, stop this. There is no need to go this far.”
“Isn’t there?! You really think that after everything he has done to you, done to us… you think that I will let him go?! Saeyoung he tortured me! He turned me into a monster who can’t even figure out the things most important to me.” You stare desperately at Saeyoung. Of anyone, he should understand. If you had been broken by Vanderwood, Saeyoung had been shattered into pieces in the process. He takes another step forward defiantly.
“I won’t let you. I will never let you have
his death rest on your conscious. I will not let him taint you further.”
“Saeyoung… I am already tarnished. What difference will this make? I have already lost or thrown away everything I once knew in a restless dream that I may be able to become stronger. That I may have been able to save you…” You stop short, reeling back over your words to realise what you had just said.
“You… say that again.” Saeyoung asks desperately, taking another bold step forward. You shake your head defiantly. “Maybe” he says thinking back on a passage he had read in the notebook earlier. A look of hope crossed his face before he began to whisper.
“MC, please stay with me… I have something to say…” Something pulsated in your body. Your soul which was trapped in a labyrinth, finally able to place the final puzzle piece into its rightful place. The gun drops from your hand as Saeran runs up to secure Vanderwood as your hold weakens. Saeran drags Vanderwood away, allowing space for Saeyoung to rush to your side.
He lifts his hands up hesitantly, holding them briefly at either side of your face before caressing your face gently in his hands. You don’t push him away and that is enough of a sign for him to continue. You savour the odd and familiar feeling of his touch, of his golden eyes lost and searching for clarity.
It was enough to make something click. “Saeyoung… Saeyoung… Saeyoung…” you couldn’t stop his name flowing from your lips. You said it again and again, like a seal had been broken. Saying it continuously with no reason or purpose except that it felt right.
His golden eyes softened looking fondly at you with tears threatening to fall. His eyebrows furrowed as he bit down on his bottom lip to stop the tears from falling. “MC.” He said lovingly as he stroked his thumb down your cheek. “How? How did you do it? You detested me… you were programed against me.” He says with a forlorn sadness.
You push him away gently with a smile. “I don’t know. I don’t know… I can try to explain everything to you with time, but we have a pressing matter to deal with first.” Your face hardens as you turn back around to face Vanderwood retrieving the gun from the floor. Catching on to your plan, Saeyoung leaps forwards, his arm around your waist, whilst the other pries the gun from your hand.
“I told you I will not let you have his death on his conscious. I will remove him, not you. As soon as you have a death on your hands you are no longer human… believe me. He is not your plague but mine, this whole situation was a ploy by HIM from the beginning to punish me for my resistance.” He says jabbing the gun in the air towards Vanderwood. He pry’s Saeran away with an affirmative nod that it was fine before leading Vanderwood to the garage at gunpoint. He turned quickly to smile gently at you with all the warmth he could muster before walking out of sight.
Saeran looked at you quizzically from the other side of the room, his red hair tousled revealing his golden eyes. With the now hour long wait for Saeyoung to return, he mustn’t have felt the need to put in his green contacts. “It has been puzzling me since your return. Why didn’t you react to me like Saeyoung? We are identical in appearance. From what I found on Saeyoung’s computer that he wouldn’t show me himself your training process with that agency roach involved involuntary the disorientation of association with facial recognition.” He pauses as if assessing the variables, in truth you had no immediate idea but you would support his theory in whichever way you could.
“Glasses were no consolation if that was something you were considering as the images Vanderwood showed me were both with and without glasses. So that variable is out. The images never showed a distinction of height so that’s out too. Clothing had no effect as I know you tested that theory when I first arrived back.” He made and audible tsk at the knowledge he had been caught out.
“So what is left?” He queries. You think back over everything that you had unlocked in my memory, including the memory session where you had given in with the failsafe in place. There was nothing abnormal. Every image or scene Vanderwood had shown you involving Saeyoung was something that involved you or the agency.
“I can’t pinpoint it, but I would say the emotional pressure of Mint Eye’s infiltration of the RFA may have had something to do with it.” He winced at the reminder of Mint Eye’s hold on him. You pause briefly letting him recover before continuing. “The lingering fear I had associated to that situation the day that you came to the apartment may have acted as a reference point as to the difference in character that was shared between you. I learnt the most about Saeyoung in that situation. Whereas the emotional implications of the event may have identified differences in your characters, although you have changed a lot since then, subtle things like posture and small mannerisms are still the same.”
“Hm. It is possible.” He muses.
“It is all I can think of that could be a defining point as to why.”
“What did you do to remember Saeyoung then?”
“That will remain with me to figure out before Saeyoung comes back.”
You had sat there for another hour with Saeran before the sound of the garage door closing signalled Saeyoung’s arrival home. You itch with anticipation and nerves. What if that was only momentary before? What if the sparks start again? But as he walked through the door all you felt was a rush of relief. When his eyes landed on you it was as if his whole body relaxed. He crossed the living room cautiously and placed himself on the furthest point of the couch from you he could manage still wary.
“Where is Vanderwood?” you ask.
“I took care of it” he replies.
If we are going to get anywhere that fear to approach has to be crushed. You immediately lay your head in his lap, lifting his hand to rest it atop your head. You hear his breath hitch before warm tears are falling on your face. His fingers begin to stroke your hair but you turn to look up at him crumpled over you, raising your hand to caress his cheek which he immediately leans into like he is unable to believe what is happening before him, grasping for any sensation that confirm that it is reality. He laughs amid his tears as you smile up at him.
“It was what you said.” You pause thinking over the moment. “When I realised what Vanderwood was doing to me I made a failsafe or a backdoor in coding terms so that I would be able to save myself should his training break me. It was that memory, the only memory and thing that Vanderwood couldn’t get his hands on, held pure in my mind, untainted and untouched. It is the thing I remembered the most but the things that Vanderwood never knew of.”
“MC, please stay with me. I have something I must say before I loose you from my sight even for a second… I love you and…, it was so unlike you” you say reliving the memory, “It was your deepest self without the frills and show, your purest emotion and the time I enjoyed most. The time I spent purely with you and only you, that was all I wanted in that moment. MC. I have something to say if you will stay. I had walked back to you sitting beside you on the bed, you took a ticket from your pocket and handed it to me. I want to be with you. I know I said I would never plan the future, that I wouldn’t tell you my dreams so that you couldn’t be disappointed by them but this was the only exception I could make. This way you could be mine. MC, I have already told you a thousand times why I love you and I will continue to even if you tire of hearing it or until I can no longer… In whcich case the cat robot will continue for me. You said with a sad smile. I love you and I want you to be my wife. I had looked down at the ticket with tears falling from my eyes as I read those words; Marry me in the Space Station? When I looked out again, you were there on your knee. I cannot give you a ring to wear on your finger, as your attachment to me and physical display will put you in harm. But I will give you this. He handed you a small box. ‘Yes Saeyoung. I will marry you. Yes! A million, not a gazillion times… not enough… an eternal yes!’ You had choked out to him through the tears that ran down your face.”
You paused watching his now tearful face, reaching behind you to pull out the small box from your back pocket. He opens it his fingers running over the keychain, just with the sight of it he is bawling again. You move from his lap to sit beside him, rocking him gently in your arms. The keychain was still intact, as beautiful and meaningful as the day he gave it to you. Its golden hue shined in his hands. He had made it himself, like his many other gifts to you.
On its one side it showed the moon upon which Saeyoung and your backs were shown with hands linked looking up. No one would have known it was you except the RFA and Vanderwood as you were both dressed in the same clothes as the night you had both finally met in that small apartment. Saeyoung in his favourite black and yellow jumper and you in your cream sweater. The golden details were small and hidden to the unknowing eye.
“The memory was something that Vanderwood could never touch so I hid it deep within my subconscious as I was training. When you said it earlier it placed all the pieces together. It was everything about you that I love in one single memory.”
His breath hitched. “Say it again… I need to hear it again.”
“The memory was something…”
“No.” He said sharply cutting you off. “The part at the end.”
“I love you…”
His breath hitched again. A smile crossing his face.
You smile devilishly, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” You say peppering his reddening face with kisses.
A smirk now comes across his face, all evidence of crying moments ago gone from his eyes except for their puffy exterior. He repositions you to straddle him. “After how reckless you were MC, leaving me I am going to make you repeat that until you can’t anymore. You did this MC, how can I not let my sadist side out now. You need a bit of punishment for your actions.” He says placing kisses along your neck. “Now begin my love, my dearest love.”
“I love you, I love you.” You say as feel his hot breath against your neck but he doesn’t continue kissing like before. His arms loop around you to pull you against him as his breath becomes rapid. He buries his head into your neck letting out unfiltered cries as his body shakes, unable to maintain his controlled façade, letting the barrel of emotions he has stored up finally release.
“I love you Saeyoung, It’s okay. I’m here. I love you. I’m back. I love you Saeyoung, oh my love I am so sorry. I love you. I love you. I love you.”