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Bellamy, Cass, M.M., Frenchie, Mesmer, and The Female all enter Mesmer's house, everyone looking around the dark living room decorated in Mesmer posters... what a surprise.

"This better fucking work." Cassius sings quietly under her breath. So she can't talk? There are other ways to communicate...

"So..." Mesmer heaves a box of stuff down loudly. "She can't talk or won't talk?" He asks.

"What do you think you're for?" Cassius deadpans sharply.

"That's what you're gonna tell us." M.M. answers, less hostilely.

"Anything in particular you want to know?" Mesmer questions, shimming off his jacket.

"Yes. Anything would be great." Bellamy voices, nodding slowly.

"Everything there is to know." M.M. adds.

"Well, that narrows it down." Mesmer mutters while Frenchie tries to get The Female's attention as she grabs stuff off the mantel.

"If we knew anything we wouldn't be here." Bellamy tells him, feeling Cass's harsh stare.

"We should be here at all." She grits through her teeth.

"Mon coeur. Will you come?" Frenchie opens his arm towards the couch. "Have a seat."

Mesmer walks up behind her, fixing the small clock she laid on its side causing her to jump.

"It's okay. Have a seat." Frenchie coaxes, smoothing the cushion with his hand before sitting on the couch adjacent from the other before she slowly sits. Mesmer takes a seat on the table in front of her. Bellamy clears his throat crossing his arms as he watches closely. Mesmer holds his hand out towards her. "Gentle." Frenchie warns, holding his hand up. Cass sighs, leaning her arm against the mantle.

"Yeah." Mesmer nods. The Female glances at Frenchie warily and he shoots her a comforting smile before she looks back at Mesmer. Mesmer takes a deep breath before scooping up her hand into his and her brows furrow as she shifts uncomfortably. Cass leans forward curiously as Mesmer screws his eyes shut and The Female suddenly gasps softly, her eyes forcing shut. Her head moves to the side before she starts twitching and then-

SNAP!

Mesmer screams. "Jesus fucking..."

"Goddamn it." M.M. throws his arms in the air and Bellamy's arms snap uncrossed as Frenchie jumps up towards The Female. Cass's hand ghosts over her hidden weapon...

"Relax!" M.M. yells. "Everyone relax!"

The Female jumps on top of Frenchie. "No." He tells her. "Don't, don't." He warns off Bellamy from coming any closer.

"Just-just go walk it off." M.M. turns to Mesmer.

"Walk it off? She broke my fucking wrist!" He yells.

"Darn." Cassius shrugs. The violent stranger who's attacked and ran since they found her broke the man's wrist who was digging through her mind... shocking.

"She didn't intend any harm." Frenchie spits out.

"I'm liking her more and more." Cass chuckles.

Bellamy snaps his head in her direction, biting back his words of her not helping.

"Oh, could have fooled me." Mesmer retorts. "Get out! I'm going to the hospital." He rushes out.

"You're not going anywhere." Bellamy barks.

"Not til we get what we came for, Mesmer." M.M. adds cooly.

"Fuck you two! The session's over!"

"Sit down!" M.M. shouts, finally having enough. Cass nods smally in approval. Mesmer pants, sobbing as he takes a seat.

"Okay, listen." M.M. crouches down. "I was a field medic and Cassius here is a nurse." He nods towards her as she glares at him. "Don't look at her. Look at me." He demands as Mesmer looks off at The Female. "We can patch you up better than any of those oxy junkies in the E.R., or I can break your other wrist. You decide." He points at Mesmer who looks down, nodding. "Good. Now, do you have any bandages or a splint?" Help?! Help him? Help a Supe-- Has he lost his goddamn mind?

"No, I don't have a goddamn splint!" Mesmer snaps.

"Hmm." Cass walks up behind him and yanks him back by his shoulder. "How about you have a better fucking attitude and answer a little nicer, or I'll do more than just break your other wrist." She warns as M.M.'s phone begins ringing.

"It's Butcher." He looks up at Bellamy. Bellamy's nostrils flare. He's felt his phone buzz about three times, and upon seeing who it was the first he decided to ignore it. "Be quiet." He whispers to Mesmer. He rises up from his knee, taking the call as Cass's eyes turn into slits. "Butcher." He pauses a moment. "Shake Shack." Cass snorts. They owe that man nothing. No explanation, and not even her time or work... yet here she was. "Shackburger, uh, cheese fries, cookie dough concrete." M.M. continues on with his lie. M.M. leans his head back, sighing as he glances over his shoulder.

'You're a horrible liar.' Cass mouths to him and Bellamy already knew Butcher knew where they were...

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"It's okay." Frenchie soothes with a sigh. "Everything is okay." He crouches in front of The Female underneath the table.

Cass's boots sound on the tile floor as she walks over with purpose. Bellamy shakes his head trying to stop her. "Don't-"

She waves him off, coming to a stop behind Frenchie. "If you want to break his other wrist, or even his spine, you have my blessing." She touches her hand to her heart just as a knock sounds on the door and The Female's head jerks up. "Mmm, great." She mutters, anger bubbling over in her chest. M.M. goes to answer the door, exhaling through his nose as he swings the door open.

"Gentlemen."

Bellamy's arms cross over his chest as Butcher nods at M.M. before stepping into the house, Hughie right behind him."Wow. Mesmer." Butcher's head immediately jerks back to the Supe clutching his braced hand, after M.M. found a wrist brace for her to put on him, she threw it at his face and told him to figure it the fuck out. "Hello." Butcher waves his fingers. "Big fan. Be with you in a minute." He nods Bellamy over though he was merely a couple feet away and the younger Butcher stays firmly in place. "Well, now we got to kill him." Butcher whispers to M.M.

"No, we don't have to kill him." M.M. shakes his head. "Look, we made a deal with the guy. If he keeps his trap shut, he gets to see his kid. He's just a dad with his kid."

"See, we don't need you here, at all." Bellamy says gruffly.

"He's a fucking Supe with a kid." Butcher argues back before turning to Bellamy. "Cleary you lot do need me here. What the fuck were you thinking, coming here? You both know better than that."

"Sometimes you get further with people by treating them like people." M.M. motions in Mesmer's direction with emphasis on his words. Butcher rolls his eyes glancing at his blank-faced brother before turning to face the room once again.

"Nice decor." Butcher comments, slipping off his jacket. "80s serial killer. Love it. All right, then, let's get cracking." He claps his hands together loudly and Cassius rolls her eyes wondering who died and let him waltz in here to takeover...

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Hey, heyyyy... welcome back to Moronic Morosisss!! Sorry for going mia for the past couple weeks. Two Thursday's ago, our almost 15 year old family dog passed away... and last week I worked on the chapter some but didn't finish before I got too tired & it was time for bed lol. But we're backkkk!!

Anywayssss... I hope y'all enjoyed this chapterrr!! Cassius was ON one this chap, but truthfully when is she not? I'm very excited to get into more medical stuff for her to do!! She will be handling the medical stuff for the most part!! I know M.M. does it in the show, but it's one of Cass's things lol, sorry M.M. But I'm not against him helping her!

Also, ugh Bellamy's anger against Butcherrrr... sibling angst!! FOR DA WINNN!! I cannot wait to get into more of their relationship as the book progresses!!

Happy LATE 9 months to this bookkk (which was last thurs lol) & until next timeee, mwah!! <333 Don't forget to comment your thoughts, questions, & reactionsss!! They are SO much more motivating!!