The Boyz Presents: The Reimagined Housewife

by PomPrince

Summary:

After a series of unpredictable and intense experiments, the housekeeper has started a new life.

Enter Wolfdog, a new supe that was taken under Homelander's wing. Being the first female adult in a lifetime to receive Compound V and survive, she is expected to meet a lot of expections from Vought and her Beloved.

Chapter 1: I'm Ready For My Closeup!

Summary:

Wolfdog has been summoned by Stan Edgar to understand exactly WHO she is.

“Do you know who you are?” Stan Edgar asked. He was sitting on his desk, a clock ticking in the background.

“I’m Wolfdog. Taken under Homelander’s wing-“

“No, no, no. Do you know who YOU are?” He repeated the question.

Wolfdog tilted her head before answering.

“My real name is Pom Suarez.”

“I can see you’re familiar with your name.” Edgar quipped. “Allow me to explain. You, miss Suarez, are what we are calling Eve. Are you familiar with the Creation Story of Adam and Eve?”

“I grew up a Catholic, Mister Edgar.” Wolfdog affirmed, straightening herself on the chair. She rested her paws on her maid dress.

“Then you would understand why we are calling you that.” He said.

“Yes. It’s because of…how I wasn’t born with my powers. Mister Homelander assisted me during the experiment.” Pom answered.

“That’s only scratching the surface,” Mr. Edgar cleared his throat. “You are the first female adult in a lifetime to pass through many of the side effects involving Compound V. Although, the way Mister Gilman conducted the experiment was scatterbrained at best and reckless at worst.” He muttered.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” Wolfdog scratched her head with her paw.

“Compound V is something that gives supes their power,” Mr. Edgar explained. “However, we typically administer it to babies as they’re more malleable. The only other instance we had of this was our Beloved Soldier Boy.” As he said this, he motioned Wolfdog’s eyes over to the painting of Soldier Boy.

He looked almost regal in his attire. His face was composed but at the same time piercing, like as though his eyes could penetrate into the soul of anyone who dared looked at this glorified caricature. Not even Homelander’s most piercing of gazes could emulate his unwavering gaze.

Soldier Boy. That was the name of the supe EVERYONE knew and feared. Even Homelander knew the name was not one to evoked unless if it anything but irreverent praise.

“Soldier Boy is referred to us as Adam. The first male human to receive Compound V in his adulthood. And you, Miss Suarez, are Eve. The first of something initially considered a fluke when Soldier Boy inherited his powers as a young man.” Mr. Edgar stood up his chair and looked at Wolfdog.

“You are a breakthrough for us.” He announced with joy.

“Mister Gilman and the adjacent departments will take note of the extent of your powers alongside collecting samples from you.”

“So I guess having paws for arms and legs don’t count? Alongside my furry ears and tail?” Her ears twitched as she said that. She crossed her back paws when she caught herself wagging her tail.

He chuckled at the comment.

“Physical appearances are tertiary compared to your powers. So far, we have noted your strength, endurance, and your teeth and claws. You and Mister Gilman will be expected to report any other powers or have questions. Oh, and one last thing, Miss Suarez. VNN is looking to do an exclusive on your life leading up to your recruitment in The Seven. We have manufactured parts of your past and removed your affiliation as the housekeeper to Mister Gilman. If they ask, tell them that ‘he took you under his wing.’”

Wolfdog nodded and stood up from the chair.

“Is there anything I will be coached on?” Wolfdog asked, tilting her head.

“We’ll let you know when the time comes.” He responded. Wolfdog curtsied her dress before leaving.

As soon as she left, Edgar shook his head and walked out of his office. On the landing outside, he turned to look at a portrait hanging above the elevator doors.

Wolfdog clutched onto her maid dress as she made her way to Homelander's penthouse. While doing this, she made sure to occasionally turn her head around and make sure no one was following. One perk to having furry ears is they functioned like canine ears. They were more sensitive to sound, making it easier to pick up on someone behind her. When it was made clear that no one was onto her, she continued walking.

However, the problem with having enhanced hearing that Wolfdog was able to pick up on gossip.

Since being inducted under Homelander's metaphorical wing, many supes expressed their opinions on it. Most of being being mixed to negative regarding her status. If it was a supe that was born with their powers, that would be one thing. But that thing in question wasn't. So, why would the Homelander, a supe notorious for his lowly views on humans get involved with someone like her? Were The Seven really that desperate for a replacement that they had to resort to experimentation on a human?

That wasn't even going into the rumors about how "intimate" they have been...and many were starting to believe it. When was the last time Homelander was with a female supe? Let alone showed affection to someone that wasn't her?

When did he ever date a human before, anyways?

It was all very confusing, Wolfdog thought to herself. Then again, why should she care what these supes had to think anything? Most of them had skeletons in their own closets. Some worse than others, but all of them were nowhere near as bad as her undying love for Homelander. If they considered that scandalous, just wait until they find out the many ways he had taken her. There was no doubt in Wolfdog's mind that he had broken quite a few taboos.

Regardless of what people were saying, none of it affected her current situation. She was able to be closer to her Homelander and not have to be hidden. Granted, she's still not able to engage in public displays of affection just yet but it would be soon enough. Until then, she couldn't be stopped. Not by anyone anyway.

She finally made her way to the Penthouse. As she walked in through the door, she noticed it was as neat as she left. She sighed in relief.

"So, my little mouse has returned to me." A voice shot out. Wolfdog turned her head to the right, only to see that it was her Beloved. His arms were extended out in an embrace. Wolfdog went over to hug him, taking in the scent of his cologne.

That familiar musky smell with a hint of vanilla...

"I have returned for no one but you, my eaglet." Wolfdog murmured in appreciation, smiling slightly at him. Her tail was wagging uncontrollably as she was hugged by him. This was the highlight of her day. Just coming home to him and being in his presence was enough to make her sing today.

“How did the meeting go?” He asked, his arms still wrapped around her.

“Well.” She answered. “They want you to keep a closer eye on me and keep track on my powers.”

“So business like usual.” Homelander retorted. “Shouldn’t be hard enough.”

“And VNN wants to do an exclusive on me about my upbringing leading up to me being taken under your wing.” Wolfdog.

Homelander sighed as she spoke.

“Those bastards always ask too much for a bite of such a sweet creature like you. Fine, give them everything they want. They won’t run it past me of course. But whatever.” Homelander sneered.

If there was anything that he hated more than anything were damn pesky reporters. Always trying pry into the lives of supes. They couldn't be grateful for saving their lives so they had to spin lies out of whole cloth.

“How would you run the questions regarding my past? You weren’t even there.” Pom pressed.

“What if throw a curveball at you?” He retorted.

“Homelander,” Wolfdog pressed one of her paws on his cheek. “I went to college for Journalism. I think I can handle myself in an interview.”

Homelander gave her a glare.

“In this case, you are mistaken. NEVER underestimate the power of the media. Especially when it pertains to supe related matters. However, I will get it off my chest anyway.” He paused, thinking. “Let me ask you this; What exactly is the point of it?”

“It’s a fluff piece. Try thinking about this way, Vought is going to have a field day with this. The angle could easily fixate on the kind of upbringing I had growing up, alongside my heritage and identity. Who knows how many children would look up to me when they see someone like me on the screen!” Wolfdog chirped, wagging her tail.

Homelander pondered upon it for a moment. The idea of Wolfdog having a fan club purely consisting of children put a smile on his face.

“And how would your upbringing and heritage be beneficial?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well, you know I didn’t grow up in a great home…and I thought maybe there’s a child out there who isn’t in a great home would see that it’ll all be okay.” Wolfdog smiled. She was sincere with her answer. She knew the horrors of hearing constant yelling and dealing with abandonment at such a young age. Such things no person or supe should deal with. Let alone a child.

“Does such a child exist?” He retorted.

“You’d be surprised at how many there are. And most of them aren’t lucky enough to be in the same position as me.” Wolfdog frowned.

Homelander looked down to her and rubbed her cheek, comforting her.

“That and a lot of children in Ridgewood would be surprised to know that not only am I a supe, but I am quite literally one of them.” Pom’s frown changed into a smile when she thought about the children in Ridgewood. She loved them and they loved her. She would frequently give them sweets and allowed them to touch and play with her tail.

“As in?” Homelander asked, confused.

“I’m mixed race. White and Hispanic specifically.” Wolfdog answered.

“Oooooh,” Homelander said, realizing the implications of the aforementioned comments. “You know if there’s one thing that I love you for, it’s for that cute, lovely brain of yours.” He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. As he did this. He slowly lifted himself off the ground with her. They were floating together.

“But there is one thing you need to understand about yourself. It doesn’t matter what people say or how they view you because you are special in your own way. Never forget that.” He gave another peck to the top of her head.

**

Wolfdog was frightened about the interview. She remembered reading an article about Murphy’s Law. What was it about, again? Whatever could happen would happen. Wolfdog was thinking of every single worst outcome for the interview.

What if she winds up accidentally revealing her deepest darkest secrets? What if they find out she secretly sleeps with a Homelander plushie? Or, what if she blows the interview so bad that no one in The Six would ever want to to talk to her again? And Homelander? What if he ups and leaves her? Her mouth was dry and she was starting to shake. She began hugging herself, clinging on the folds of the dress. It was a simple black one piece with a white blouse. Homelander sensed frantic heartbeats and went over to inspect. He realized quickly that it was Wolfdog’s. He placed a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to jump.

“First interview jitters?” He questioned.

Wolfdog nodded her head.

“Do you want to learn something that helps me calm me down?” Homelander suggested.

Wolfdog nodded her head enthusiastically.

Homelander inhaled, motioning his hand to his chest as he did this. A long exhale came out and his arm extended outward with it.

“Try doing that a few times.” He advised. Wolfdog followed and repeated the motions he did. With each exhale, she noticed herself becoming more calm. Perhaps the interview wouldn’t be so bad after all…

“Better?” Even though her heartbeats provided the answer, Homelander made sure to confirm.

“Much better. Thank you.” Wolfdog replied.

“It’s good to see you smile.” Homelander chuckled softly. “Remember, you’ve got this.” He kissed the top of her head. Her ears twitched and her cheeks glew red.

***

“Well, for starters…I didn’t grow up in the best home. My parents weren’t…the best and they were very cruel.” Wolfdog confessed to the interviewer.

“Can you elaborate on those cruel moments?” The interviewer pressed.

“Well, my father was never around and my mother was very overbearing and hurtful. I didn’t grow up with much money, either. And usually that meant starving. Sometimes for days.”

“Did you do anything to alleviate that hunger?”

“My mother stole to feed and clothe us. She got caught and arrested. She pleaded her case and the judge granted her mercy.”

“And then what happened?”

“My mother got a job at a local grocery store. It wasn’t much but it was able to put food on the table. That was until my dad was passed out drunk and I was left to fend for myself.” Wolfdog answered.

“Wow, that must have been tough.”

“It was. However, there were several things that I learned from it.” Wolfdog confessed.

“Can you tell us some of what you’ve learned from the past?”

“First off, being abused and neglected did not make me strong. I made myself stronger. There is no higher purpose for being abused. Sometimes, trauma is trauma. My parents were unhappy with each other and frankly I would have been better off if my mother had simply left him. But she kept choosing him over our safety time and time again. That taught me that some people will never change and continue to suffer in the cycles that they created."

Homelander analyzed the words Wolfdog used.

"Some people will never change and continue to suffer in the cycles that they created."

He thought about humans and their miseries. Having to worry about paying rent, dealing with starvation, and blaming all of these woes on a higher being. Except there was no higher being in the sky, he thought. All of the bad things that these lowlifes imagined were the result of karma was more than likely a result of their own doing.

"What is your biggest insecurity slash fear regarding your mixed race status?"

"My biggest fear when it comes to be being mixed race in relations is how that changes the dynamic. If I'm hanging with someone like Mr. A-Train, it's not noticeable. But when it's with someone like Mister Homelander, it's more pronounced."

"What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is that I feel and have experienced being treated differently for being mixed. When my skin is lighter, people tend to approach more. When I'm tan, I'm sexy, but I can't go too dark. All of a sudden, the people you were helping start to look at you sideways all because you're a few shades darker than what they were expecting." Wolfdog explained. "Another is an identity confusion. I grew up assimilated at a young age and I've now been getting in touch with my Puerto Rican heritage. I was often told that it didn't make me 'Puerto Rican' enough because of it."

"Do you agree?"

"No. On the contrary. Because I believe that your heritage is not up for someone to interpret, let alone debate." Wolfdog clarified.

"Do you speak Spanish?"

"Of course I do. But English is my first language. I grew up assimilated. Mi idioma es mi amor." Wolfdog recited.

"And what does that mean?"

"It means my love is my native tongue." She replied. “Mi abuela taught me Español cuando yo tenia dos años.” When she realized she trailed off in her mother tongue, she translated what she said earlier. “My great-grandmother taught me when I was two. I’m kind of rusty, which is I’m learning it again.”

“From the sound of it, it looks like you got the hang of it." The interviewer laughed. "So, what is the heritage of your parents?”

“My mother is Puerto Rican and Philippine and my father is a white American with Italian ancestry.” Wolfdog said.

“Hmm…you know what would be interesting to explore is that of the balance between cultures. How do each of them influence each other?” The interviewer continued.

“It’s very interesting, actually. There are quite a few synchronicities between Philippine and Puerto Rican cuisine…”

**

The interview went far more smoothly than expected. The questions didn’t bite deep and Wolfdog responded with ease. Everything ran as planned. Everyone present was elated. Not to mention a bit shocked at how far Wolfdog had come.

She and Homelander were flying through Ridgewood to get her to her apartment.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay at my spot for the night?” Homelander asked, hoping Wolfdog would change her answer.

“I’m sure. Besides, I already have attention on me. I don’t need anymore people speculating on us.” Wolfdog reaffirmed. “Have you become that used to me being there?”

He started to blush and chose not to answer. They made their way through an apartment complex courtyard and Homelander helped Wolfdog off of her. The both of them made their way up the stairs to her apartment.

“Thank you for flying me home. I’ll probably stay here for a few nights instead of your place. Try not to miss me too much. You are America’s Hero, after all.” She kissed his cheek.

“Good night, good night, sweet eaglet. Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

“That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.” Homelander responded. “I’ll catch with you tomorrow.”

He held his arms open and smiled brightly. Wolfdog accepted his hug.

“Have a good evening.” Wolfdog instructed.

“I will. And I’ll try not to bring any suspicion for us. Key word is ‘try’.” He responded. Wolfdog chuckled and shook her head.

“Good night.” They both said.

Homelander flew off into the night as the distant sound of sirens rang. She sighed, heading into her apartment and collapsing on the bed.

Chapter 2: E.V.E.: The Wolfdog Story

Summary:

Tonight was the night of the CNN Exclusive and all the world is eager to find out who Wolfdog is.

Today was the day Wolfdog’s exclusive was set to premiere on television and everyone at Vought was waiting with bated breath.

Word was buzzing all throughout the tower regarding this. They would finally receive all the answers about this strange new supe and what kind of role she’s expected to fit in. A viewing party was being arranged that night to help commemorate such an occasion.

All eyes were on her and she was weirdly excited. Many reporters had been hounding her in the days leading up to the special. Asking her all sorts of questions, including the dreaded “Do you and Homelander have something going on behind the scenes?” Thankfully, Vought was there to provide her answers or to refuse any answers.

This was the roaring debate for human and supe alike. Every screenshot, video interview, and picture of her with the Seven were inspected thoroughly. Many were pointing to circumstantial evidence like the way she’s smiling at Homelander in one picture compared to A-Train. Some pointed to how she’s touching him on the hand in one video, while some noted the fact that it looked different from previous pictures and videos of the Seven touching each other. Most important however, was whether or not these points of contention made anyone suspicious of the relationship between Wolfdog and Homelander.

That answer was open in the air and they hoped to catch the two of them in the act of forbidden supe romance.

Night came and all of the Seven were at the viewing party. Wolfdog had been with all of them in a group before but she wasn’t quite comfortable with them yet. They were all at a conference room with a projector pointed at the screen. Wolfdog tried to hide as much as she could in the room but there really wasn’t much furniture to hide in.

That and she looked quite ridiculous doing it. Maybe, it would be best to try and say hello to some of them…

She started scanning the area. Okay, Kevin’s with A-Train, Miss Starlight is with Miss Maeve, and who’s that guy wearing all black with the helmet? He looks really cool!

She snuck her way underneath the tablecloth to where the snacks and drinks were located. Perfect hiding spot! And there’s free food and drink! Now all she had to do was sneak a couple of snacks in…

Her paw was snatched by a hand which caused her to yelp. She looked at the stranger who was holding her paw. It was the supe with the black helmet. 

He tilted his head in confusion.

“Umm…I can explain.” Wolfdog attempted to absolve herself of trivial wrongdoing. “There’s a lot of faces I don’t recognize and honestly it’s freaking me out. I wish Mister Homelander were at my side right now.”

Black Noir made a motion indicating to Wolfdog that she should stick with her for the time being.

“You want me to stay by you for now?” Wolfdog asked, getting herself off from the ground.

Black Noir nodded.

Wolfdog started wagging her tail. “Okay, I can do that.”

If only things were that simple. 

Wolfdog, some way, somehow ended up losing Mister Noir. 

It didn’t matter anyways because she was pulled aside by Vought employees to take her backstage. She was given makeup on her face and a wardrobe change. Instead of her usual maid dress, she was instead given a white sparkly dress. She wasn’t fond of all the bling affiliated with it, but it was pretty.

“We’re going to have you on in a moment, Miss Wolfdog.” The director said.

“Anything important I need to know?” She asked.

“After your speech, do NOT take questions. We will do that during the Q and A.” He instructed.

“And now, a few words from Wolfdog herself.” Stan Edgar announced. 

There was clapping and Wolfdog made her way to the podium. The microphone made a screeching sound for a moment as she stood up. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. 

There was a faint cough in the distance.

“I…I…” All eyes were on her. Her mouth tried to push out words, but they all got stuck in an ugly lump in her throat. She looked over to the audience, trying to find someone familiar.

That was when she laid eyes on her Homelander.

“All I can really say for tonight is thank you. To everyone.” All of the worries she had vanished when she locked eyes with him. “Never did I imagine that I would take on such a task like being injected with Compound V and living. It has taught me the values of willpower and resilience.

I want to thank Mister Homelander for taking under his wing and having faith in me when no else did.”

Pride swelled within Homelander. Even if he hadn’t planned for her or thought she would ever become involved in all of this, the success so far proves that Wolfdog was meant to be involved in this project.

“I also want to thank Mister Edgar for making the E.V.E Project possible. Without his guidance and wisdom, none of this would have happened.”

Homelander frowned at that. 

Vought didn’t do shit for Wolfdog aside from collect samples and make sure she was okay. If there was someone who should be getting the accolades, it should be him! He was the one responsible for injecting Temp V into her system before slipping the real thing in. He was the one who conducted all of the experiments to test the current limits of her powers. And there were still more things to study about her…like what was her breaking point? How powerful is she? And could she ever live up the expectations Soldier Boy set up?

“With all of the formalities out of the way, I present to you this VNN exclusive!” Wolfdog cheerily announced before stepping off the podium. Applause was heard from the audience as Wolfdog left. She rushed herself through the crowd to get to Homelander. She started panting and sighed in relief.

She looked over to him.

“Did I do a good job, Homelander?” Wolfdog asked.

“You did well,” he praised. Normally, he would give her a kiss on the cheek for being such a good girl but the prying eyes of the media would make it too risky.

The projector started playing the documentary. The words: E.V.E: The Wolfdog Story popped up, showcasing a portrait of the eponymous supe.

It started with a simple explanation of the E.V.E Project. E.V.E. was an acronym for Exasperating Compound V Beyond Its Expectations. The Compound was typically administered to babies as they were more susceptible to the effects. For an adult, it could work but it was usually high risk low reward. Usually humans who fell victim to Compound V would experience the blessings of literal power, it paled compared violent mood swings and delusions. And those that survived the delusions tend to turn into products of nightmares.

There was only one successful result of this kind of project. Soldier Boy. He was emphasized for being the very first adult human to successfully receive Compound V and survive.

Then came the humble origin of Wolfdog. She grew up in a small home in Orlando, Florida with little money. And then there was the abuse and neglect done by her parents.

In a way, Homelander was able to understand the pain Wolfdog went through. He never had parents, but the closest things he had were researchers accessing him. They were just as uncaring and cruel as her parents. He was treated like an animal, expected to follow commands or run off the risk of torture. It was something he damned them for as long as he breathed.

However, to see that she made it out in the end put a smile on his face.

The documentary ended on a hopeful note with a quote about how things will end up okay. Once when it ended, there was applause. Everyone gave their enthusiastic cheers. However, Wolfdog looked on with dread. She had quite literally exposed all of her darkest secrets to not just the public and the press, but also to all members of The Seven. Everyone now had a true sense of what they were like.

Once thought of as something intimidating was revealed to be someone who had a bad upbringing and stood up against the odds. It was truly like something out of an inspirational film. Except she endured all that.

Wolfdog was ushered back up on stage to conduct a Q and A for the documentary. They were greeted by the reporters once again. This time, however, there were far less pressing concerns.

Even though they weren’t really here for the purposes of journalism, it seemed as if most of the questions had already been answered by the documentary. The fact that she had even received anything close to that amount of attention and praise was unprecedented. It was making her visibly uncomfortable. That feeling became even more pronounced when one reporter decided to ask the obligatory "How close are you and Homelander?", hoping to get a straight answer on the debacle. 

Vought immediately shut it down with a typical "Homelander and Wolfdog are friends and above all, apprentice and tutor. There is nothing more going on behind the scenes."

Aside from that, the Q and A was over, along with the viewing party. Wolfdog couldn't be any more relieved. Just about everyone left, with the exception of a few remaining members.

"I...I did good, right?" Wolfdog asked, awaiting approval. She knew she had; she just needed a pat on the shoulder to prove it.

"You did wonderful for tonight." Homelander pat the top of her head. "You know, I'm going to be hosting a mini sesh. Wanna come?"

Yep, after today, she needed some green to help calm herself down.

"Take me." Wolfdog responded.

***

A gruff middle aged man had the television on with some pen and paper. He was getting himself prepared for the CNN Exclusive and to figure out exactly who this Wolfdog is. A cigarette was nestling in his mouth, lit. From what little research he did, apparently this Wolfdog was a byproduct of an experiment conducted by Vought. However, something inside of him suspected that Homelander was behind it.

Then, he got all of his answers through it. Homelander was indeed involved. And he brought himself a glorified sidekick to boot. He inhaled smoke, letting the cigarette illuminate.

Chapter 3: Popping In to Say Hello

Summary:

Wolfdog has been assigned to her very first task since being debuted.

Billy talks to Kimiko regarding the CNN Exclusive from the night before.

Notes:

WARNING: TWO SEX SCENES. (one ends in murder.) YE BEEN WARNED !!

That after party must have a riot as Wolfdog did not remember a single thing about it. Well, except for the fact that she is in the Homelander's bed.

With him.

The both of them naked under the sheets.

Wolfdog stretched and yawned, licking her lips a few times. She looked over to her lover. He looked almost peaceful as he slept. His blonde hair was slicked over to the side, his face and body easy. She smiled, putting a paw over his cheek. This disturbed his slumber as he swiftly woke up with an abrupt snore. He looked over to Wolfdog and smiled.

"Good morning, little mouse." He grumbled, stroking her paw with his hand.

"Good morning, my eaglet." She responded, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept better knowing you're with me. And last night was quite a romp. Perhaps I should bring that strain for you more often." He chuckled. Wolfdog grabbed one of the pillows and playfully tossed it at him. This caused him to rise up and put himself on top of her. She giggled as he started giving her kisses all throughout her full body.

He stopped to look down at her. Even in this superior form, she was still beautiful. Her hair had grown longer, flowing down her back. It was also a vivid purple instead of her usual brunette color. And let's not forget those precious ears that react with each touch and emotion she felt. Those wild curls and waves still remained. Her skin shone like bronze and her eyes were the most beautiful golden color.

“Mister A-Train and Kevin are still here. Maybe we should take this elsewhere…” Wolfdog got herself from underneath Homelander and got herself some clothes to cover herself with.

“If you want some bite, bring yourself to the shower. I’ll be waiting for you, my eaglet.” Wolfdog flirted, flashing him a wink. That made his heart soar and he followed her not too long after.

The both of them were making love in the shower. Homelander’s lips traveled through various parts of her skin as he lathered her with her body wash. The scent of citrus and exotic oils had always driven him wild. His hands cupped her breasts as he kissed her collarbone. His tongue gently touched the base of her neck.

He adjusted his weight to Wolfdog’s and pulled her closer. She yelped in surprise. He pressed his lips against hers, slowly sliding himself inside of her. Water cascaded down their bodies, shedding them of their lather.

“Te amo, mi corazón…” Wolfdog moaned with love.

“T-Te amo…” He moaned back. He may not understand what Wolfdog said in her native tongue but it was always a turn on. He knew that what she was saying was full of love and devotion.

As the two of them were lost in their lovemaking, A-Train and The Deep were awakened by the moaning and sighing coming from the bathroom. Initially, they thought that Wolfdog and Homelander had broken up. However, when they weren’t able to find him and heard groaning from a familiar voice…it didn’t take long for them to pin the two and two together.

“Yep…I told you Homes would stick it inside a furry. Now the real question is whether it’s a human pussy or canine pussy.” The Deep quipped to A-Train.

A-Train shrugged and simply agreed. The two of them left and walked into the main room.

The lovers came into the main room later, covered in loungewear but still damp from the shower. The both of them had the biggest smiles on their faces. Wolfdog's face was crimson from the amount of blushing she was doing.

"Once when you two lovebirds are done basking in your afterglow, we've got work to do." The Deep jested.

The both if them stared at each quickly before separating, clearly embarrassed.

***

Kimiko was behind the counter, reading a magazine. It was quiet in the convenience store and she couldn’t be anymore grateful.

That was when the door swung open with a loud “DING!” sound. A middle aged man with a scraggly beard and rags to boot. There were some grey strands that clung to his hair and he had a soft gaze.

“Good Morning, Miss Kimiko." Billy said as he entered the convivence store.

"Good morning, gramps." Kimiko responded, her eyes still on the magazine she was reading. She stopped reading to look at him.

"What brings you here?" She asked.

Billy stopped scanning the aisles to get to the counter.

"I wanted to know if you watched the CNN Exclusive last night." He pressed.

"The one with the furry supe? Ehhhh, I saw a good chunk of it before I fell asleep." She answered, smiling sheepishly. Billy frowned and pinched his fingers against the bridge of his nose.

"Which part did you fall asleep to?" He asked.

"The part where Soldier Boy's ego was getting stroked to no end. Sure, he's a supe and all but he can't be THAT legendary. That's what happens when you let a bunch of entitled white guys play around with some chemicals. They end up thinking they're God." She growled, grabbing her water bottle to take a swig of water. "Although, that Wolfdog really is cute. I wouldn't mind having some ears and a tail."

Billy wasn't quite sure how to respond to that statement. On one hand, Kimiko was absolutely correct. Vought WAS the reason why so many supes had gotten away with some of the most horrific crimes imaginable. It was how he lost the love of his life.

On the other hand, the media spun the whole thing into a massive news story about the success of a female doing the same thing. The one who was taken under the metaphorical wing of the Homelander. The one who endured a series of dangerous and horrific experiments just to make it out okay. Soldier Boy probably deserved more credit than he was given. He was THE first human adult to receive Compound V and live. Without him, research on the Compound would have gone nowhere.

Either way, this new supe was under his radar and he was determined to learn more about her. Billy cleared his throat.

Right, then. How long until your shift ends?" Billy asked, going to a few items to grab some snacks and a hard boiled egg. "Hughie is going to meet me at our spot. I'll see you there too so we can discuss about the new supe."

"It's gonna be a few hours. If anything important comes up, text me." She answered, ringing up the items. When the total was shown, Billy placed a few bills and some spare change on the counter.

"Will do. Take care of yourself, Miss Kimiko." He said, taking the bag and walking out the door. The door made a "DING!" sound.

"Likewise, gramps. Likewise." She said, shifting her gaze from Billy back to the magazine.

***

"Alright then," Homelander stretched his arms above his head. "Everyone's aware about the situation involving the supes gone rogue, right?"

The Six members stared blankly. Wolfdog raised her paw enthusiastically.

"Anyone other than Wolfdog?" Homelander said, his voice becoming more desperate. Wolfdog put her paw down. Homelander sighed, pinching his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph save us all..." He muttered.

"There's been a series of supes going rogue as a result of overexposure to Compound V." He used a remote to show a series of images pertaining to the subject at hand. "Currently, we are tasked with investigating the rogue supes and their motives behind the civilian casualties.”

“Any suspects?” The Deep pondered.

“Quite a few. There’s Popclaw, Sandstorm, and Beastmaster. All three of them left at around the same time. Why they left is anyone’s guess.” Homelander shrugged.

“And who are they exactly?” Starlight piped in.

“There’s only so much I know about them. I’ve already issued requests to looks at their public records.” He answered. “Although, Vought did send me these photos of the perps in question.”

He gave each member and Wolfdog a copy of the photos.

“Study these images and have their portraits burn into your retinas.” He ordered. “In the meantime, we’re setting up patrols around the city. Wolfdog will be stationed in Ridgewood with A-Train. Queen Maeve and Starlight will cover Queens. I’ll go on my own. The rest of you discuss among yourselves on how you wish to group. Dismissed.” Homelander started walking out of the conference room when Wolfdog came to him.

“Can’t I come with you?” Wolfdog asked, her ears tucked back. He signed through his teeth.

“I appreciate the enthusiasm of working with me, but I think you can handle this on your own. If any danger comes, you know I’ll always come to help.” Homelander spoke softly, cupping her cheek with his hand. “I believe in you.”

Wolfdog frowned and returned to A-Train. The Deep walked over to them, tsking a few times. “Is Doggy upset because she can’t be with her Master?” He sneered. Wolfdog glared at him.

“Come on, lighten up.” He pressed. "Don't tell me you're really that upset."

“I’m not in the mood for your jokes, Kevin.” Wolfdog snapped.

“Hey, hey, take it easy. Your Master will come back for you tonight. Maybe if you're extra good on your patrol, he'll give you some tummy rubs as a reward. In the meantime, me and Translucent are going on patrol.” He turned around and left to join him.

Wolfdog was even more crestfallen than before from The Deep’s snide comments. I mean, it’s not her fault that Homelander decided to go solo. He chose to do that!

“I don’t get to go on any ‘real’ missions with him.” Wolfdog whined.

“He just doesn’t want you to get hurt.” A-Train tried to cheer her up. “You’ve only been involved in practice missions. Your time will come.”

Wolfdog smiled from that reassuring perspective. “Right, to Ridgewood? I’ll you there.”

A-Train started to laugh. “You’ve got some real balls on you, dog!”

All was good in Ridgewood. Not a single suspicious supe in sight. The both of them were walking around the block and keeping an out for the supes in question.

“So, this is where the humble Wolfdog resides?” A-Train commented, sighing through his cheeks.

“It’s not the best, but I like it. Makes me think of the best aspects of my hometown.” Wolfdog defended her territory. “Besides, I love the kids here. Speaking of which..."

A group of children ran up to both Wolfdog and A-Train. "Esta Lobita!" One child cried out.

"Y ella con Senor A-Train!" Another child cried. Suddenly, the both of them were surrounded by children who were barking and howling at them.

"Ninos! Ninos! Como Estas?" Wolfdog asked with joy.

"Bien!" All the children said in unision.

"Bueno, ¿Has visto algún supes suspiciosos? Wolfdog asked. The children shook their heads.

"Ah, si ve algo, háganoslo saber. Okay?" Wolfdog said. The children nodded their heads.

"Alright, jugar. Hasta luego!" Wolfdog waved her paws at them.

"Hasta luego, Lobita y Senor A-Train!" The children waved at them as they left.

"You see? I told you the kids loved you!" Wolfdog barked.

A-Train nodded and continued to scan the neighborhood. He stopped in his tracks and saw a supe wearing scarlet. She had a red mask resembling a cat’s face and red claws to boot. Wolfdog also saw the supe stopped in her tracks.

“Who’s that? I’ve never seen that supe before.” Wolfdog whispered.

“That’s our target, Popclaw.” A-Train explained. “Watch for her claws. They’re real nasty.”

“What’s the game plan?” She asked him.

“You are going to be a distraction for her and I’ll swoop in and kidnap her. Remember, we're only here to neutralize the target." He advised.

"Alrighty, the Number Eight Routine..." Wolfdog eagerly responded as she got on all fours. She stared growling and barking towards Popclaw. She looked over to the commotion, confused. She saw the wolf-human hybrid coming after her while barking. What the hell was wrong with that thing?!

“Shoo, shoo!” Popclaw tried to chase the thing away with her heel to no avail. While she was distracted, A-Train printed towards her subdued her with a swift blow to the back of the head. Popclaw fell to the ground.

“Nice job!” Wolfdog complimented. She grabbed Popclaw’s body and got herself up. “Let’s head back and tell the others.”

***

Popclaw woke up from being unconscious for a while. She was held in a room with a table, a couple chairs, and a light hanging above. Handcuffs were strapped around her wrists.

Homelander and Translucent were there for the interrogation. A good supe, bad supe routine.

“Where are the rest of you hiding?!” Homelander demanded, slamming his fist on the table, causing it to wobble from the force of the strike.

“And why should I tell you?” She scoffed.

“Because you and your posse have been responsible for several of the civilian killings. To make matters worse, you stole Compound V to infuse yourselves with more power, caused many of our civilians, those that LOOK UP to us, to live in fear of us, and you betrayed us.” In the last part, his voice lowered and his face was close to Popclaw’s. “If I were to have it my way, I would simply kill you. Now tell me…where Is your hideout?”

“Kill me? And then what? You wouldn’t be able to find us without my info.” She retorted. “You’ll never pry it out of me.”

“Oh, is that so? Homelander questioned, his eyes flashing red. “You know, it’s been a minute since I’ve done this…”

Two lasers ejected out of his eyes and were slowly headed towards Popclaw’s head. Her heart began to race. It was one thing to call the bluff of the supe, but this was THE HOMELANDER.

“We’re hiding in a research facility located north! It’s abandoned but that’s where it’s located.” She begged for mercy with the answer. Homelander’s eyes shifted from a fiery red to a cool blue.

“You see how easy that was? And no one had to get hurt from it.” Homelander smiled. Popclaw wasn’t sure what exactly to be afraid of. The fact that he nearly killed her or how quickly he changed back to being calm after the receiving the answer.

“Keep an eye on her while I relay this information." He ordered Translucent. He opened the door of the interrogation room and left. Streak marks were left behind on the table from the laser. Her life was temporarily spared but at the expense of her location being compromised. Translucent sighed and sat on the chair, looking at Popclaw.

"So...How are you?" Translucent tried to ease into simple conversation.

Silence.

So much for trying to start small talk...

"Okay, I guess I shouldn't have asked that." He shook his head, which caused a chuckle to come out from her. "Oh, that's funny?"

"And who did you say you were again?" Popclaw asked, tilting her head and crossing her legs. He looked down at her legs. Huh, not a bad pair. When he realized exactly what he was looking at, he looked away blushing.

"Ahh, Translucent. I'm Translucent." He smiled sheepishly.

"Translucent, huh? Why are you called that?" She pressed, uncrossing her legs.

"Because I'm able to turn invisible..." As he said this, his entire being vanished. Popclaw's eyes glistened from this. She felt a hand touch her cheek as a finger traced around her lips. He returned, this time lowering himself to her level and removing his hand.

"So, Miss Popclaw, why do they call you Popclaw?" Translucent asked, looking up at her.

"For my retractable claws. I'd like to demonstrate, but..." She motioned her eyes over the handcuffs. Translucent frowned when he realized the implications. "Even if I could, I would get in trouble for that. But, that can't stop us from having a little bit of fun..." Translucent's voice trailed off as he pressed his lips against Popclaw's. The both of them moaned through the kiss. She opened her eyes for a moment and realized that he was carrying the handcuff keys on his side. She smiled and went back to kissing him.

Now, all she has to do is get her hands on it.

Homelander was running through maps of the city in order to track down the location of Beastmaster's hideout. There was indeed an abandoned facility in the area. Apparently, an area formerly used for experiments involving Compound V. As he did this, he pulled information on the posse. Popclaw, otherwise known by her real name of Charlotte Lacroix. A lesser known supe who started taking more Compound V to push her powers to the limit. Unfortunately, it meant using those powers on civilians for target practice.

The next one was Sandstorm. Real name Dalia Maina. As her name implied, she was able to conjure up sandstorms at will. She too took Compound V to push her power.

Then there was the ringleader himself, Beastmaster. Real name Leonard Wolfhart. Another one who fell victim to the delusions of Compound V. A self described "King of All Land Beasts", he was renowned for his brute strength and ferocity in battle.

All three of them had a common factor using overusing Compound V for their own personal benefit. But, why were they teaming up together? They were killing civilians for target practice, but why would they leave the bloodied remains? Was it to send a message? And if there was a message, what was it? Homelander shook his head from the questions and began writing down some notes on a sticky note. As he did this, he began collecting all the relevant documents and placed them in an manila envelope.

The curtains in the interrogation room were drawn and both Translucent and Popclaw were in the middle of having sex. His hands were gripping her thighs as he was happily eating her out. Popclaw's legs were wrapped around his shoulders as she moaned in delight. She moved her hand forward to grab the key from his hip. He paused for a moment.

"Hm?" Translucent said as his lips were occupied.

"Nothing." She cooed. "I just want you to REALLY go down on me."

"Ah, why didn't you say so?" He asked, moving away from her to release the handcuffs off of her. He forced himself onto her, crushing his lips with hers. She resisted and pushed him away from her. She pounced on him and swiped his face with her claws.

"Now, let me show you exactly why I'm named Popclaw..." Without hesitation, she sliced Translucent's throat with a fell swipe. Blood gushed out of his throat and Popclaw quickly dressed herself before running for the door.

"She's getting away!" One security officer cried.

"Lock down everything! She can't get away!" Another yelled, sounding the alarm. The entire Tower was set on lockdown and every supe was on high alert. Homelander glided himself over to the interrogation room and swung the door wide open.

Translucent was bleeding out from his throat injury, extending a hand out to Homelander. Homelander grimaced him.

"You had one fucking job and you COULDN'T even do that correctly." He left the supe to bleed to death on the floor.

Homelander, A-Train, and Wolfdog were all hot on the trail of Popclaw. Even if she could have escaped, all supes would be on her like white on rice. Wolfdog caught up to her tackled her to the ground. She started to growl at her as Homelander and A-Train caught up to her.

"Got her!" She yelled. Security came in with handcuffs and detained her to a more secure facility. As she was being escorted by security, Wolfdog started panting.

"What the hell happened?" Wolfdog asked.

"Translucent is dead and Popclaw attempted to escape." Homelander answered bluntly. Wolfdog placed her paws over mouth.

"He's dead?!" She yelped. Homelander nodded.

"Saw the body with my own eyes. Couldn't even do the simple task of keeping an eye on her." He muttered. The trio went over to the interrogation room. Wolfdog gasped from the carnage left behind. Coroners were summoned and placed Translucent's body in a body bag to be inspected.

"Effective immediately, Wolfdog is our newest member of The Seven." Homelander announced.

Normally, this would be cause for celebration. But it wasn't. There was no applause, let alone an audience. All there was is silence.

Chapter 4: Inducted

Summary:

After Translucent's funeral, Wolfdog is officially swore in as a member of the Seven.

Translucent's funeral was somber. Aside from Wolfdog and the remaining Members, there were a few supes and people mourning the loss of their beloved colleague and friend. This event gave her a dose of reality: despite her status as supe, she could very easily fall like him if she was careless.

As all of the prominent Seven members stood up from the pews to rest the flowers on the casket, Wolfdog was the last one to go. She placed the flower on top of his casket and bowed her head.

"I will do everything in my power to protect them and preserve their integrity. I won't fail you, Mister Translucent." She vowed before sitting in her position.

It wasn't an intricate one but rather a simple one. Although Vought was present, it was more for corporate reasons than anything. Whenever something happened, like a wedding or funeral, they would always circle around like a group of vultures. Always making sure things don't go awry or something getting loose like a well guarded secret.

This time was different. Not only were they present for Mister Translucent's funeral, but they were going to officially induct Wolfdog as a prominent member of the Seven. Under special request, she was to be swore in with her personal grimoire instead of the usual copy of the Bible. Wolfdog's left paw was on her grimoire while her right paw in the air.

"Repeat after me: I, Wolfdog," Stan Edgar started.

"I, Wolfdog," She repeated

"Do solemnly swear to ensure the safety of civilians, to rid the world of evil, and above all maintain the integrity of all supes to the best of my abilities." Edgar cited.

"Do solemnly swear to ensure the safety of civilians, to rid the world of evil, and above all maintain the integrity of all supes to the best of my abilities." She repeated.

"I will never compromise my character and uphold all the values that is expected of all supes. or so help me God" Edgar cited.

"I will never compromise my character and uphold all the values that is expected of all supes or so help me, Mi Madrina bendecida." She repeated.

And like that, she was officially swore in as a member of The Seven. The was no clapping but instead quiet acknowledgement. Black Noir got up from his seat and gave Wolfdog a pat on the shoulder, alongside A-Train, The Deep, Lamplighter, Starlight, and Queen Maeve. Homelander was last to acknowledge her, embracing her.

Then came the celebration of life party. That's if such a thing could even be interpreted that way. If anything, it should have been called the awkward Vought funeral meeting as all they talked about were nothing but the arrangements regarding Translucent's sudden passing and Wolfdog's transition into The Seven.

She stood over in a corner, a cup of juice in her paws. She looked at her reflection in the liquid, frowning. This was not how she expected to be inducted. She was supposed to be showered in accolades over such a momentous occasion, but there wasn't any of it. She quickly chastised herself for the thought. How dare she think about herself when someone just died! Not just someone, but Translucent! A prominent member of the Seven and someone born with their powers. They were someone, Wolfdog! Not like you. You are a sorry excuse for a supe, Wolfdog! You will never live up to their expectations, Wolfdog! Homelander will abandon you, Wolfdog! You're nothing, Wolfdog!

"Hey, are you alright?" A warm, gentle voice eased Wolfdog's thoughts. "You look really upset. Do you wanna talk about it?" It was Starlight...and she looked like an angel. Wolfdog had always considered the women in The Seven attractive, but Starlight's beauty was like no other. She was almost like a Disney Princess. Blonde, bright, infectious smile, and a cheery demeanor that she always carried with her. Even with her unorthodox black funeral getup, she still looked beautiful. Wolfdog's cheeks started to turn red.

"Wow, you're really pretty..." Wolfdog blurted out.

"Oh, I...umm, thank you?" Starlight was confused. That was out of left field...

Wolfdog quickly held the cup up to her face, her face turning more red in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! That wasn't appropriate to say!" She rapid fired. Starlight smiled and laughed.

"It gets the best of us." She retorted, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Anyways, I saw you were really upset. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I...I guess so." Wolfdog shrugged her shoulders. "It's...a lot for me to take in, you know? Being inducted, dealing with Mister Translucent's death and all the pressure stemming from all the expectations of being a supe...How do you do it, Miss Starlight? Maintaining the pressure of it all."

"Starlight's fine." She corrected her. "There's no need for the extreme politeness. You've always been equal to me." Wolfdog's ears perked up from the comment.

"But to answer your question, I look at it as like being on stage. Everybody is an actor and I'm the performer."

Wolfdog reflected upon those words. Thinking of it as like a stage where the people are the audience. Expecting a show. Expecting...a lot.

"A stage, huh? That makes me think of that Shakespeare quote. What was it again? 'All the world's a stage and we all the performers.'" Wolfdog quipped, bowing herself while holding her cup. Starlight smiled as she saw the change in demeanor. "Thank you, Starlight. I appreciate that."

"Glad to help." She pat Wolfdog a couple times on the shoulder and left.

Starlight walked upstairs to find The Deep in Translucent's room, scanning over some of the vinyl records he owned.

"Hey, Kevin." She walked in through the door, walking in.

"Oh, hey, Anne." He answered back when he saw her.

"I'm sorry about Vaan." She said, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"Thanks, Star. I appreciate it." He went over to his bed and sat down, his hands still holding onto the vinyl. Violator from Depeche Mode. Starlight sat on the bed with him to express support.

"Personal Jesus was his favorite on this. It was the song that exposed me to them and the rest is history..." He pulled a vape pen out his pocket and took a drag out of it. He offered it to her, to which she rejected. He shrugged and exhaled the smoke.

"It's what he would have wanted." He defended himself as he continued rummaging through Translucent's things. He went underneath to find a few boxes. One contained some buds that he happily took for himself.

"Won't be needing that anymore..." He muttered to himself, placing them in his pocket.

"Umm, I don't think you should be doing that..." Starlight suggested, awkwardly getting herself.

"Oh, and what are gonna do? Call the police?" He scoffed.

"No, it's just not right to be stealing things." She retorted.

"Jesus tap dancing Christ and a kiss goodnight, your holier than thou attitude is obnoxious." He sneered, moving one box to the side and grabbing another. This one was full of dirty magazines.

"Holy shit!" He yelled in surprise as he saw the scantily clad women in the centerfold. "You know, I never knew he was the type to be into blondes. But here we are..." As he said this, he started grabbing his crotch through his suit. Starlight was repulsed and immediately left the room to join the others.

Wolfdog was talking with Stan Edgar and Homelander regarding matters involving her induction.

"And another thing we have to do is costuming." Edgar continued. "As cute as the maid dress is, it's not...up to our standards. Has there been any ideas for that?"

"I was thinking about a medieval style dress with a bodice. Oh! And maybe a corset. And a cloak! But the cloak has to be easy for me to put on and remove. There's even a few design documents I have on my phone." She pulled her phone out to show the sketches she had made with the design. "Granted, I'm no fashion designer but I think the Costuming Department should get what I'm trying to get through with it."

"Well, it's good to see you're already thinking one step ahead. Mister Gilman has been teaching you well." He praised. "In that case, forward it to me so I can forward it to Costuming."

Wolfdog nodded, following the order.

Chapter 5: Keeping an Eye on the Storm

Summary:

Homelander and Wolfdog inestigate the abandoned Compound V facility and try hatching a plan.

The Boys are also hot on the trail of the mysterious sandstorm brewing there.

Homelander covered the air when it came to tracking down the facility meanwhile Wolfdog occupied the ground. She was on all fours and wearing a stone grey bodysuit in place of her maid dress. It was composed of a sturdy material and above was a vest that served as protection for her vital organs. Wolfdog sniffed around the air, making sure to track that scents she had grown accustomed to.

"Do you smell anything?" Homelander yelled from the sky.

"Nothing yet. Anything on your end?" Wolfdog yelled back.

"Nope. Keep following me, we're going north!" He flew away as Wolfdog started to run.

Homelander kept flying until he saw a massive pile of dust kicking up. This was unusual. They weren't in an desert so why was there a sandstorm? To top it off, it wasn't moving anywhere. It stood in a circular, almost as if it was encasing something. Wolfdog caught up with him shortly afterward. Homelander descended down to position himself on the ground.

"Do you see how it's not going anywhere?" Homelander pointed. "That must be where they're hiding. Almost like they were expecting us or someone else."

"That also explains the sandstorm. It's designed to keep everyone else away." Wolfdog added. "If only there was a way to get in...Do you have any ideas?"

"We could summon A-Train to quickly calm the storm and allow us to get in." Homelander suggested.

"And have the high winds and dust get inside of his body and suffocate him before he can even locate the target, let alone identify it." Wolfdog refuted.

"Alright, then what do you suggest?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Coverings for the face and body. It's the only way." Wolfdog said, shaking her head. Homelander averted his gaze and took a look at the river nearby the facility.

"Do you think The Deep could swim through inside?" He asked.

"There's a chance. If we can find an opening underneath it, we could have him in there. But the question is if there is one. Can you try and scout the river? I'll investigate the other side and try to form a plan." Wolfdog asked. Homelander nodded.

She got on all fours and started running east. Homelander investigated the nearby river to check for any openings. While doing this, he used his x-ray vision to scope out the compound. There was a very large man surveying the compound. That had to be Beastmaster. And in the middle was another person. This one was seemingly a young woman. She was kneeling, her mind and body in a complete trance. Was it Sandstorm? If it was, then that has to be the reason for it! So far, he couldn't find any obvious openings. However, there was something interesting that caught his eye.

There were quadrupedal creatures inside cages. Some were pacing around their enclosures, some were growling and snarling at each other, and the others were showing just how ferocious they were. They looked familiar but at the same time they weren't. Perhaps it was because they didn't have the features that would make each creature identifiable. They were all hairless and seemed to composed of mothing but pure muscle.

Wolfdog searched to the best of her abilities. She was nowhere near as powerful as her Beloved. Thick thick cloud of dust obstructed any view she could have and was forced to retreat.

She stood over to a clearing, waiting for him. Homelander returned shortly, descending to the ground once more.

"There's no clear opening and the sandstorm is supemade." Homelander pointed out. "The both of them are hiding in the compound. Remember our briefing? Sandstorm is responsible for that. We have to get to the middle of it and incapacitate her."

"But the real question is getting through the sandstorm." Wolfdog observed. "Say, you're America's Hero, right?"

Homelander shook his head. "Even if I were to go through, like you mentioned the dust would just suffocate and kill us."

The both of them were stumped.

"You said the sandstorm was supemade?" Wolfdog mentioned. "A supe may be powerful, but they are far from unstoppable."

Homelander cocked an eyebrow in interest. "And?"

"What I'm saying is that the sandstorm can't last forever. She has to be drained eventually from using her powers." Wolfdog answered, standing up and pacing back and forth while explaining.

"She's gonna have to rest to restore her power. That'll give us the perfect window to attack."

"But then we have to worry about the beasts in the compound." Homelander retorted.

"Beasts?" Wolfdog repeated.

"Yes. I don't know what exactly they are, let alone what they're capable of. It's best to be careful." Homelander advised. "For now, the best we can do is scout the area and keep an eye on the sandstorm. We'll return with a strategy."

Wolfdog nodded. She got on all fours and started following Homelander.

***

Hughie and Kimiko were both sitting on top of the apartment complex, complete with beach chairs, some snacks, and a pair of binoculars.

"Do you see that sandstorm over there?" Hughie asked, pointing.

"Looks pretty bad." Kimiko replied, shaking her head. "It doesn't seem to be moving either. Must've been there for awhile."

"It HAS been there for a while." A voice shot up. Billy walked up the stairs to the roof. He had a cane with him but he still appeared as strong as ever. In fact, he looked stronger than ever. It appeared as though his age never bothered him. "It's clearly supemade." He continued. "Look at the placement and patterns. No doubt these things are created by them based on the energy signatures I've seen and felt when approaching them. These storms are supersonic jets spewing out of their palms. With enough force, they can even wipe out whole cities."

"So, if the sandstorm has that kind of power, then how come it hasn't been in our vicinity yet?" Kimiko asked.

"Perhaps it's not strong enough. But, considering it hasn't moved at all since it showed up and it's occupied that former Compound V facility...I can't help but be convinced that it's designed to keep someone or something out."

"But what is it hiding? Or more specifically WHO is behind it." Kimiko scratched her head in confusion.

"Wait a minute, That's Homelander!" Hughie pointed out through the binoculars. "What the hell is he doing here?"

Billy hurried over to him, limping with his cane and grabbed the binoculars out of his hands. He saw the unmistakable American Flag based cape whipping in the wind and he froze. Then, he readjusted the lens so he could see the supe better. It was the Red, White, and Blue Man himself. The Man known as Homelander.

"He's clearly interested in the sandstorm, too. And it looks like he's talking to someone below him. Although, I don't know who it is." Billy answered.

Homelander flew away as they were keeping watch over him. Whatever was going on, he was on it as well. Seeing the supe in the flesh filled him with an indescribable anger. Anger over the fact that he was responsible for killing the love of his life. Anger over knowing that he did unspeakable things to her before killing her. Anger over feeling powerless in preventing his wife's death.

"My sweet Becca, I will avenge you." He gave Hughie the binoculars and pulled a heart shaped locket out of his neck. He unlocked to show a wedding picture of him and his wife. As he gazed longingly into the picture, he planted his lips onto the picture of his wife.

***

Inside the facility was Beastmaster. He was tall and muscular. Even though he was wearing a white collared shirt, they still found a way to pop through. He was also wearing black slacks, suspenders, and matching shoes to boot. He was keeping a close eye on Sandstorm and making sure she was okay. His upper body was leaning on the railing of the second floor. Sandstorm was completely transfixed, her strands of white hair flowing through her powers.

However, her power was starting to wane. She knew it was happening and tried everything in her power to combat the problem. All she needed was to use a little more power and then she'd be fine.

"Beastmaster, I'm gonna have to stop this sooner or later. My body needs to rest from producing a sandstorm this big."

Beastmaster walked down the stairs of the facility towards Sandstorm. "How long until your powers fully recharge?"

"It will take days." She answered. "In my current state, my powers can only be sustained for half an hour at most. If I use my power past that point, my body will become weak and my ability to create another large storm will fade."

Beastmaster sighed. "We'll have to come up with a plan then. I will let you rest for the night so you can get some of your strength back. I'll have the beasts watch over the facility."

"Thank you, Beastmaster." She smiled at him. "This means a lot to me."

He returned the smile. "You deserve it."

Just as they finished talking, Sandstorm saw Homelander flying away in the distance. "Looks like I'll have to rely on the beasts." She groaned.

Chapter 6: Scurrying Off to Your Death

Summary:

Wolfdog gets a new costume as part of being the newest member of the Seven. Sandstorm is growing weak because of her powers, and Popclaw gets a special visit from Homelander.

Notes:

WARNING: TORTURE AND DEATH

"Allow me to introduce your new costume as a member of The Seven." Stan Edgar ushered Wolfdog and the Members of the Seven into the costuming room where a prototype of her costume was displayed.

It was a long sleeved white shirt that loosened towards the paws. Some lavender accents were at the bottom of the top. Underneath it was a black long sleeved shirt that functioned as a cooling unit for her body that circled itself around her paw pads. The top had splits at the end. Above it was a cloak that was a deep purple. A gold crescent moon pedant was in the middle of it. There was a deep purple sash with a gold buckle on the waist. A hole was on the back of the dress in order to accommodate the tail. There was also a matching witch's hat with holes to accommodate for her furry ears. Underneath the hat were small patterns of star constellations.

The bottoms were also a dark purple and stretched down to her backpaws, circling around them.

Wolfdog’s tail was wagging. She could hardly contain her excitement.

"It's perfect! And you got all of the Zodiac signs inside the hat! How did you guys manage to do that?! what material did you use for the stars? Can I try it on?" Wolfdog rapid fired.

Stan Edgar chuckled. "Of course you may. We have a changing room in the back on your left."

Wolfdog gingerly grabbed the costume from the costume and ran off to the changing room.

“We have made some alterations with the other members’ costumes and we’ve made some covering for the upcoming mission.” He added.

“Mister Richardson, your costume will come equipped with a mini filtration system for your gills. This will be especially useful for the upcoming mission.” Another mannequin was on display. It was similar to The Deep's costume but with the added filtration system for his gills.

"Aww, kick fucking ass! It's about time I got an upgrade." The Deep exclaimed.

"We also added a trident to your arsenal alongside stoned arrows that you can fire in the water." Stan Edgar added. "And the rest of you have been given coverings to help aid you in your upcoming mission."

When Edgar finished, Wolfdog came out of the changing room in her new outfit.

"What do you guys think?" Wolfdog barked happily, twirling a few times.

"You look really adorable in it!" Starlight chirped. "The white really helps make your paws stand out. Plus, I love the symbolism of the crescent moon."

Everybody else talked amongst themselves about the new costume and the census was overwhelmingly positive. She looked absolutely ADORABLE in her new costume. Even more adorable than the maid dress she was initially wearing.

**

Beastmaster had his hands full for today. First, he had to make sure each of his beasts were fed, he also had to maintain their care and keep an eye on Sandstorm. If one thing was certain, it was easier doing these things with Popclaw. But with her missing, all he could do was double his efforts.

Thankfully for him, electricity, water, and gas were still functioning at the facility. On top of that, there were all sorts of canned goods and clean water to depend on. On top of that, he was also able to find rice. He could easily cook meals for days with just rice and the cans of beans he found alone.

Grabbing a pan, he washed it up with the the water in the sink. He also cleaned a pot and filled it up with water. He turned the burners on the stove and waiting for the kitchenware to heat up. Going into the pantry, he went to grab some cooking oil and splashed a sliver of it on the pan. He also slashed a bit onto the pot of water.

There was no can opener, but Beastmaster used his Bowie knife to cut the cab of beans open. He did the same thing for the chickpeas. The, he took the cans and ran them under the water. Unfortunately, there were no greens or juices to help enhance the flavor. But, there was at least some salt, pepper, and the respective garlic and onion powder for flavoring. It would have to do.

He began mashing the chickpeas into a pulp and molded them into little disks. The oil was hot enough to fry and he placed the little disks on the pan, causing a distinct "Sssssssss" to come from the pan.

As he waited for the rice to boil, he noticed a small creature scurrying about the kitchen. It was a rat, small and skittish.

"Don't be afraid," He spoke to the rat, offering it a sliver of beans. The rat scooted closer to the food, sniffing it and grabbing it with its paws. The rat ate it ravenously, licking its lips and wiping itself clean.

"Was it good?" Beastmaster asked. He offered some more beans to it, to which the rat happily took and scurried off. He smiled in joy.

The pot started boiling and he lowered the heat. Rice was added to the water and a lid was placed over it.

The fried chickpeas were done and he fixed a plate to place them. There were no paper towels, which meant no way to clear the grease. Oh well…at least Sandstorm was getting something to eat. Lord knows she needs it, especially with the barrier she set up.

The beans were next to be cooked. He threw another splash of oil before tossing the beans in. He continued lamenting over how there were no fresh vegetables to help enhance the flavor. However, vegetable or no vegetable, he was still able to salvage the meal. It wouldn’t take too long before they were finished alongside the rice. He started to carefully plate the food in a meaningful manner.

Next up, feeding Sandstorm.

"Good morning, Sandstorm." Beastmaster walked into the room with a plate. The chickpeas were a beautiful golden brown color. The rice was white and fluffy and the beans added more color to the plate. "Make sure you eat up. You're going to need your strength back as soon as possible." he said, placing it on the table.

Sandstorm took the plate and happily ate the food. "Thanks, Beastmaster. This looks delicious! How did you get time to make this?"

"And the food?" Sandstorm asked.

“Gas is still on and there were some canned food. Although, there were no vegetables so I want able to properly feed you.” He shrugged. “But at least you’re putting something in your belly.”

“Yeah…yeah, I guess.” Sandstorm replied. She tried to sound positive but she knew it wasn’t working. Her strength and power was draining away and she needed a solution. The barrier was almost completely worn away and without her energy to sustain it, the barrier would collapse and allow someone to come inside. And the only thing she could think of to solve it was through sleeping and eating.

This was bad...very bad. It would take days for her full power to come back and the barrier's strength was waning. It would only be a matter of time before Vought intercepts...

"I'll leave you be. Rest up and do what you need to get your strength back. I'll get the beasts ready to protect the facility." Beastmaster pat her shoulder a couple times before leaving.

He started heading towards where the beasts are located when he across the same rat from before. Except this time he was accompanied by a friend. Another rat.

Beastmaster squatted down towards them.

"Ahh, I see you brought your friend. Hello, what's your name?"

The rat squeaked a few times.

"Is that so?" As he conversed with the rat, an idea popped into his head. If there were two rats within the facility, surely there had to more rats hiding somewhere!

"Say, do you have more friends you can show me? I'd love to meet them!" Beastmaster asked the pair of rats.

In response, both of them bounded forward, racing towards the door of the storage area. Beastmaster went with them, but once they got outside, he paused. He felt a small tremor beneath his feet. He found himself next to a myriad of rats. And all of them were of different colors and sizes

"I see! Do you wish to work with me? I can guarantee you protection and food." Beastmaster asked.

All of the rats chirped their agreement.

"Excellent." Beastmaster held his hands up. "Let me lend you some of my power." His eyes turned to gold and he set his focus on them. The rats' eyes also emulated the color and they all started piling up on top of each other.

Initially it took on the form of an amorphous blob. But soon, its features became more pronounced. It took on the form of a giant mutated rat, piloted by a constant moving pile of them.

This was perfect. He had an army of rats at will, alongside some of his beasts that had been given their exposure to Compound V. It would also serve as perfect backup while Sandstorm would recover. Who knows what other things they're capable of under his control...

**

Homelander made his way to the high security room. The security guards took notice of him and immediately let the supe in. Lord knows exactly what he wanted in here. That thing he wanted was Popclaw.

Since the interrogation incident, he had relished in the thought of killing Popclaw. Not because he wanted to avenge the death of Translucent. Oh, no no no no no no. This was more of a landmark killing. A killing done to make an example out of someone. This killing he wanted to make the message loud and clear:

Do not FUCK with The Homelander.

He requested her to be in the interrogation room. She was pulled in with two guards. She was a far cry from the woman he had last seen before. Her hair was knotty, face bare, and above all not too pleased to be face to face once again with Homelander.

"Why did you even summon me? You already got what you wanted out of me." Popclaw snarled.

"What else is there to know? If you just wanted to use me as bait, then you should have gotten it over with. Now just let me go."

Homelander sat back in his chair, silent for a moment. He motioned his right hand upwards, indicating to the guards that he wanted to be alone with her. They quietly left, not daring to challenge his order. Once when he knew they were alone, Homelander moved his chair close to the table.

"You and I have some...business to tend to." He stated bluntly. "I'm not angry over the fact you killed Translucent. I could care less about that degenerate weirdo."

Homelander got up from his chair and got close to Popclaw, putting a hand on her face and squishing it.

"But the fact that you have made so many civilians live in FEAR because of us is sickening. After everything we've gone through, don't you think we deserve better? Don't you think they deserve a life without fear?"

Popclaw struggled against Homelander's grip. "NO!!! WE DON'T DESERVE THAT!!"

Her attempt to move her face failed and she looked straight at Homelander with teary eyes.

"We don't deserve it?" He cocked his eyebrow. "And tell me why we don't deserve that?" His voice was smooth. Disturbingly smooth considering the situation. His eyes flashed red a few times. It gave off an air of hatred that really scared the hell out of Popclaw.

"Because...Because..." She struggled with an answer. The truth was that she only took the excess Compound V not only to test her new abilities, but to also finally limelight on her. Sure, it came at the expense of a few civilians but they were civilians! It's not like anyone would be missing them.

"Because I wanted the glory."

Homelander grabbed her by the collar and threw her onto the floor. He placed a foot on her chest and squeezed it tightly. The urge to kill was real now.

"You do not get glory from bringing fear to our civilians. And I want it taken away. From ALL OF YOU. Including yourself." He pressed harder on her chest, causing her to put both of her hands on his boot. A smile curled out of his lips as he did this. His eye glew a hot red and he fired a shot point blank. It didn't aim anywhere vital, but it was hot enough to torch her skin and howl in agony. As she gripped onto her left shoulder, Homelander forced her other arm away with his foot. She cried out in pain and anguish. Homelander laughed heartily. "And her

He shot another shot, this time hitting her chest. This one however wasn't aimed directly at her heart. The sweltering pain was too much for her. She begged and pleaded to die but he wasn't quite done with her.

She screamed in pure pain.

"Please. I'll give you what you want. Just let me die." She cried. "I won't tell anyone anything."

He pressed down harder on her chest.

"No." He growled. His eyes were still glowing. He wasn't going to kill her with the laser, that would have been too easy. He instead placed his foot on her throat. Let's how long she could survive that.

It lasted all of three seconds.

She gurgled and wheezed, trying to breathe and talk. Homelander lifted his foot. "You'll pay for your crimes against humanity." He whispered to her.

And with that, he offered a swift stomp to her head. Brain matter, blood, and other viscera were splattered throughout the floor of the interrogation room. He lifted his foot, scraping some of it on the floor.

Chapter 7: In Too Deep

Summary:

After Popclaw's death, The Seven are ready to head out and find Beastmaster and Sandstorm. Little do they know that Billy and Hughie have the same objective.

Notes:

hey guys, sorry about this chapter taking a minute to produce. i was dealing with irl stuff and creative block.

Popclaw's death was ruled as a freak suicide. At least, that's what Homelander informed Security at Vought. It's not like they were going to investigate it. She betrayed them. Besides, he went through the extra effort of deleting the footage in the room.

No one would ever see her true demise.

The Seven were all gathered in a conference room with a projector at the end of the table. The walls were a muted white and the only semblance of decoration were glamorized caricatures called portraits of legendary supes from Yesteryear and Present. Homelander was going over the Compound V facility and their plan to infiltrate it.

"We all know that there is a sandstorm based dome that is surrounding the facility," Homelander explained as he used a little laser to circle the dome. "We have concluded that the dome is supemade and that this is most likely Sandstorm's doing."

"Really?" The Deep piped up in an condescending manner. "The supemade ssssssssssandstorm is caused by a supe named Sandstorm? Color me surprised..."

Homelander frowned at that comment. He shook his head.

"Anyways, it's a matter of time before the sandstorm dissipates and we can be allowed full access to it. However, there are major obstacles. First and foremost, we have to keep a close eye on the beasts. We don't know how many there are, however we shouldn't let our guard down. Another is the obvious sandstorm. Even when the barrier vanishes, we still have to watch for the aftermath. That's another reason why we have the coverings."

"What's the plan?" A-Train asked.

"I'm glad you asked. The plan is...The plan is..." Homelander struggled with his plan. The truth was he only concocted a half-baked plan.

"Well...We're waiting. Tick tock tick tock." A-Train mocked. Homelander began to clench his jaw and let out a sharp exhale.

"The plan is to have you infiltrate the compound and find Sandstorm." He blurted out. It was the only part of his plan that was solid. Everything else he could just improvise. It's just a couple of supes and some oversized mutated animals. A little challenge that The Seven can handle.

"Okay, and what exactly does she look like?" A-Train pressed.

"Do you not have the pictures I gave to you guys?" He asked.

The Six all stared blankly, not realizing they were actually supposed to keep them. He pinched his fingers to the bridge of his nose and unclenched his jaw.

"Alright, let me show you Sandstorm once more." He used the remote to pull a picture of her. The woman was seemingly in her late twenties. White hair, tan skin, and blotches of white on her skin. Her eyes were a light golden color.

The Deep whistled while Starlight and Wolfdog were both blushing.

"This is our target. It is imperative that we DON'T kill her or Beastmaster. I'll show you his picture as well." Homelander explained. He used the remote to switch over to a picture of Beastmaster. His hair was long and black and his skin was tan. He had some facial hair on him and his chest was noticeably hairy.

"But we still don't have a plan aside from intercept the sandstorm and kidnap her." A-Train added.

"Exactly. What about those so called 'beasts'? We need to take care of them as well." Queen Maeve added. "If Beastmaster knows we're onto him, he will most likely use them against us."

"And we don't know how many of them there are. Which means we should be prepared for whatever kind of creature comes out of the compound." Lamplighter pointed out. "Do we know if they're being injected with Compound V? If Beastmaster and the others are using it to infuse themselves with it, then it could mean he's also injecting the animals with it too. It's quite literally giving an animal a roided up version of steroids."

"That's a good question, I don't know, however we can't rule that out. However, if it comes to that...we should be able to handle it."

"And what if one of the beasts comes after A-Train? Or worse, they set up a trap involving Sandstorm?" Lamplighter asked. "How do we deal with that situation?"

"That brings us to our last concern. We don't know what exactly the beasts are capable of." Homelander explained. "They may have superpowers like us. Or they may just be regular animals."

There was silence in the room. Then again, there wasn't much that needed to be said at this point. This had already become very tense.

"Fine. I think this is enough. Tonight, we'll head over to the compound and take a look. We'll have a more concrete plan then."

"So we have a base plan." The Lamplighter nodded his head.

"Excellent." Homelander replied.

“Before we conclude, are there any questions or concerns?” Homelander asked.

The Deep raised a hand. "Yeah, I have a question." He stated. "We're called The Seven but there's eight of us."

Silence.

"What?" Homelander asked, confused.

"We're called The Seven but there's eight members. Do you want me to write it in Morse Code?" He snided.

"Goddamnit Kevin..." Homelander sighed, clenching his teeth as he was counting each member. Let's see, there's him, his little mouse, Kevin, A-Train, Black Noir, Lamplighter, Starlight, and his ex. When he realized Kevin was right, he sighed again and unclenched his jaw.

"Let's just move on."

**

"The sandstorm's waning." Billy announced while walking with his cane. he limped slightly. Billy was nearly sixty years old, but that didn't stop him from going to the compound to explore the surrounding area. He was sent on a mission by an informant of the CIA. Hughie was accompanying him for the tracking mission. He had to lose his studded leather jacket, but at least he was given the courtesy of keeping his beloved My Chemical Romance shirt and black hoodie. His hair was shaven one side, but the other wavy and branched out to his chin. Billy took a deep breath. Something felt off about this place...

That was when he saw a large feline creature drinking water from the river. Its head was down and ears turned backwards. Its tail was hanging low. The size of it compared to Billy was immense. It looked similar to a lion, but larger.

The feline finished drinking water and it smelled the air. As it smelled, its face scrunched up and its tongue rolled out of its mouth. Clearly it had a scent. But what? That was when the both of them heard rustling followed by a wild boar running. The feline quickly got itself into position and attacked. Its fangs bit down on the animal as it squealed and pleaded for its life. Billy watched in horror as the feline ripped out the pig's throat.

The feline immediately went to eating it despite its squeals of agony. This wasn't an animal one would normally see in a nature documentary.

"Jesus Christ..." Hughie commented as he watched the brutality. The feline consumed its meal until it was finished and brought the carcass with it inside the facility.

"That must be one of the animals infused with Compound V." Billy pointed out. "Do you remember the mission?"

"Track down and find Sandstorm." Hughie answered. "Obviously, she and Beastmaster are in there. And we also have the beasts to worry about."

"The beasts will be the least of our worries." Billy responded as he took a look through his binoculars. "Our main concern is Sandstorm and Beastmaster." He sighed.

"Do you have your strain of Temp V I gave you?" Billy asked.

Hughie nodded. "Will we need it now?" He asked

"Not now. For now, we're tracking." Billy answered. He used his cane to get closer to the compound. The were on the other side of the river. It wasn't roaring but it wouldn't be wise to swim across either.

"Any ideas on how to how to cross the river?" Hughie asked.

"Swim? Maybe. Use a boat? Possibly. Walk around it?" Billy suggested. "However, it'd be easier to get a bridge built. Temp V may be our last resort."

As he spoke, Billy used his binoculars to observe activity outside the compound. As he did this, Hughie noticed several military style trucks pulling up to the other side of the compound.

"Billy, we got company..." Hughie warned Billy, pointing him to the trucks. They were all rolling up one by one outside the compound. Several shaven headed individuals lined up in a single file line, awaiting further instruction. They were all wearing white tank tops, green pants and combat boot.

And then The Seven came out from another truck. Billy white knuckled the binoculars as he watched Homelander come out from the truck. The deepest part of him was temped to go after him and avenge his dead wife, but he couldn't. They were far outnumbered and above all Homelander was able to withstand anything thrown at him. Even if he were to inject Temp V into his system, he still wouldn't be able to emulate Homelander's true power.

"What do we do now?" Hughie asked. Billy produced two vials of liquid from his pockets.

"Take this." He ordered. "We have a change of plan."

"We're taking Temp V now?!" Hughie protested.

"Aye, it's the only way we can stand a chance. We have The Seven and SUPERSOLDIERS to worry about." Billy replied. "I'll send Kimiko a text to take it as well and to visit us tonight. We'll gather at this area and assemble a new plan. Dismissed."

Hughie swallowed the liquid and quietly left. Billy stay put and observed the American flag draped supe giving orders to the SUPERSOLDIERs. As they all loaded off their vehicles, he put the vial away after drinking it. He pulled the golden locket out of his collared shirt and stared lovingly at the picture of his wife.

"My sweet Becca...If only our lives weren't ripped apart." He kissed the portrait of his wife and placed it back on his neck.

It seems his prayer was finally starting to be acknowledged...

**

All of The Seven were loaded up in a truck, alongside some SUPERSOLDIERs for additional help. Vought had cleared them for the mission and gave them aid in turn. While Vought and the other soldiers escorted them to the facility, The Seven conversed with each other. It was mainly about the mission at hand, but they also talked about mundane things such as what was going on their lives to the current affairs.

They headed north where the facility was located. After driving for roughly thirty minutes, they finally reached their destination.

The trucks piled themselves and all The Seven made their out. They all took a good look at the compound in question. The sandstorm encasing it was nowhere near as powerful as it initially was. They still maintained their distance from it.

"Remember, NO ONE is to go inside until the sandstorm is completely waned." Homelander gave the order to the SUPERSOLDIERS. "There are beasts around this perimeter and we are unsure if they have been infused with Compound V. Either way, it is best to stay alert, report suspicious activity, and protect yourself. Got it?"

"Haah!" All the SUPERSOLDIERS yelled in unision.

They headed over to one of the vehicles and set up communication equipment. Using a drone, Vought took pictures and videos of the area surrounding the facility. The wind had begun to decrease considerably so it was safe enough for flying close to the facility.

This was beneficial as the were able to truly scope the area and come up with a proper plan.

"A-Train going after Sandstorm is still intact." Homelander started, giving each member a chance to look at the drone photos and video. "However, our biggest concern is that he could be walking into a trap. That's why I'm assigning Queen Maeve to be with him."

Queen Maeve nodded in approval.

"Everyone else will be split into groups. Black Noir will be with Wolfdog, Lamplighter will be with Starlight, and I will be on my own. For now, we will set up camp and infiltrate tonight. Make sure you have your coverings ready. Dismissed." Homelander finished. The members all dispersed and collected their rucksacks to set up camp.

The entire place looked to be empty aside from one room, which housed the beast specimens. The grass surrounding the compound was all gone due to the constant barrage of weather over the years. There were several houses around the perimeter and they appeared to have been abandoned. One of the houses had fallen down due to heavy wind while the other one seemed to be in disrepair.

At first glance, it didn't appear to be the same building they encountered in the past. There were walls missing, windows boarded up, doors completely shut, holes in the roof, etc. However, there were a few similarities such as the structures that surrounded the building and various guard posts strategically placed throughout. It wasn't enough to give away any secrets, though.

On top of that, there were animals running loose throughout the facility. Primarily feral hogs occupied the area but the beasts were also present. They wandered about the settlement, inspecting the supes invading their territory. They never attacked, almost as if they were controlled by someone. Why weren't they attacking? How were they controlling them? These questions swirled around in their heads, but they would soon have time to figure them out.

The tents went up relatively quick and waited until nightfall. In the meantime, The Deep and Wolfdog were assigned with a hunting mission for the afternoon.

"I don't understand why Homelander assigned me to be on hunting task with you? Firsssssssssst of all, where the hell are we gonna find something remotely edible? Are his taste buds going that bad or is he just becoming a whiny bitch? And besidessssssssssss, he knows I'm vegan." The Deep complained as the both of them were travelling through the brushes.

"Why don't you get a number and wait in line? If you keep bitching, you'll scare off all the prey." Wolfdog retorted, sniffing the air. Her nose had become much more sensitive to smell since her exposure to Compound V. As she smelled, there was quite a foul odor. It smelled of musk and urine.

"This way." She ordered, padding straight.

She spotted movement from the corner of her eye. They froze as soon as they heard rustling from the bushes nearby.

"Looks like we got ourselves a bit of company." The Deep whispered.

He silently slid down behind some thick brush as Wolfdog crept towards the beast. Before she could react, the beast leaped towards her. It was a giant wild boar and it tried to attack Wolfdog with its tusks. She dodged it by leaping to the side and landing on her paws. She snarled at the animal and it charged again, this time aiming for both Wolfdog and Kevin.

"MOVE KEVIN! This is your ass on the line!" She yelled as the boar came charging. It jumped at her, charging at her with its tusks.

Kevin reacted quickly and jumped away from the animal. He quickly crouched down as the boar chased after him. Wolfdog intercepted which caused the animal to stab her with its tusks. Wolfdog's body vest served well as it helped protect her vital organs. She retaliated by biting the animal on its throat. The wild boar squealed and shrieked as Wolfdog buried her fangs down on the animal. She snarled and started shaking her head furiously.

"Kevin, ushh yur twiden!" She ordered while clinging onto the animal.

The Boar screamed in agony, trying it's hardest to gore Wolfdog with its tusks. The Deep got up his position and ran. The boar saw him and went to charge at him. The only thing The Deep could do was bring the trident near him as the animal drew near. Wolfdog withdrew and watched as the boar went charging towards him.

The animal screamed as it was stabbed the pointed ends of the trident. It pulled itself from it, shaking the Deep violently and knocking him across the clearing. Blood pooled out its throat as a squealed in pain. It squirmed continuously until it succumbed from its injuries.

"Kevin!" She ran over to The Deep. "Are you okay?"

Kevin groaned as he got up. He was panting and there was some blood trickling down his mouth.

"Ahh..." He groaned.

"Are you okay? How many times did it hit you?!" Wolfdog asked anxiously.

"Several, apparently." He answered. "The damn thing got me on the leg." The Deep looked over to his wound. It was quite deep and blood was gushing out of it.

"Yep, that's boar tusks for you." Wolfdog spoke, inspecting the wound. "If I had a dollar for every time I had a close call or was directly gored by them, I think would rival Homelander's current net value."

He got up, blood still gushing out of the wound. It stained his bodysuit.

"Go easy on it. I'll carry the boar and you just walk." Wolfdog suggested.

"I don't need you to baby me." The Deep snapped. "I've been on more dangerous missions before you were even alive, little girl."

She growled at that comment.

"And I received special training from Homelander. If I wanted to, I would simply force my claws into your gills and start using them as my personal scratching post." She threatened as she started walking with the boar's body.

The Deep huffed at her comment and kept walking along with her. They didn't say another word to each other until they arrived back by the compound.

The sun was beginning to over the horizon and the sky was painted a beautiful blend of blue, pink, and orange. The cicadas and crickets as began to sing their lullabies for the camp.

The rest of the Seven were relaying vital information and helping move around important cargo like food rations, water, and other necessities. Homelander was finishing up with setting some of their necessities when he saw both The Deep and Wolfdog. His heart swelled with pride when he saw the giant boar that she was carrying. He whistled as he closely inspected the size of the animal.

"Is there a knife? I need to cut it open and skin it." Wolfdog asked, carefully dropping the animal. "Yo espero estés para asada."

Homelander noticed that her vest had been torn by it and frowned. He tsked a few times and sighed.

"Aww, sweetheart. Look at you! Your vest is ruined!" He cooed as he started taking it off of her, exposing her stone grey bodysuit. "I'm going to make sure they make this stronger. Just for you." He tossed it aside and looked over to The Deep.

"And I see that the boar got to you..." His voiced trailed while he inspected the wound on The Deep's leg.

"I mean, I'm not the fucking King of the Land, am I? Besides you know I'm a vegan." The Deep retorted. "I can't just simply kill it! And it fell on my trident by accident!"

Homelander sighed, clenching his jaw.

"Then I'd advise you quit the whole vegan thing. You need some meat on your bones anyways." He responded coldly. He took the trident from The Deep and handed it to Wolfdog.

"It's not a knife, but it'll do." He said as Wolfdog took the trident. "If you're looking for ingredients, look in that box." He pointed over to one of the crates that was stationed near The Seven's camp.

"I'm looking forward to what you'll make. I'm proud of you." He embraced her tightly before helping unload more stuff.

Wolfdog's heart pounded and she placed her paws over her face. More praise from her Beloved.

The Deep rolled his eyes in annoyance and headed towards Wolfdog.

"Hey, Deep, make sure Wolfdog is okay." The Deep mocked Homelander's tone as he whined. "Hey, Deep, I'm sleeping with the housekeeper and I slipped Compound V into her. Isn't that fucking hilarious? Oh and while you're at it, make sure that collar is on her nice and tight for when I FUCK HER LATER!" He was not aware of how loud he was until Wolfdog was staring at him, confused.

"Estás bien?" Wolfdog asked, tilting her head.

"I don't speak Taco Bell." The Deep snapped.

Wolfdog shot him an offended look. "I asked you if you were okay. Keep it up with those remarks and I'll serve you with the boar. You know come to think of it, some fried fish wouldn't be bad..." She started to lick her lips at the thought.

The Deep shook his head and sighed. He sat on a rock and watched Wolfdog go straight to work. At least he could fantasize about having Wolfdog for a few minutes without fearing Homelander for once.

She used his trident to stab the animal's stomach, exposing its organs. She washed the intestines and placed them on a basket. the other organs were scattered to the river.

The pelt was next. However, tried as she might, the trident just simply wasn't effective. She shook her head and went over to The Deep, handing his trident to him.

"It would ruin the quality of the meat." She explained herself before going back to work. She used her claw to help remove the pelt of the animal. as the pelt was stripped away, the animal was pure muscle. She grabbed the corpse and went over to the base of The Seven's camp.

"Could you grab the basket for me?" Wolfdog asked. The Deep complied and grabbed the basket, trying his hardest not to take in the scent of the dead animal.

A bed of leaves was assembled for the animal on the table. Next to it were the intestines and the produce that would be used.

Wolfdog helped up a small fire for The Seven. She gathered rocks and wood and setting it all in a small pile. She used one of the pieces of wood to help create a circular moat and placed the rocks on top if it. The wood as also organized inside the rock circle.

She then went to grab some metal poles and a Dutch oven pot. She positioned them all correctly and set the hook on top of the chain. The pot was placed on the hook. When she took a step back, she placed her paws on her hips and sighed contentedly.

"Mister Lamplick! Mister Lampwick!" Wolfdog padded over to him. "Can you help me light that fire?"

Lamplighter looked up to her and smiled, getting up from the edge of the tree. "Sure thing." He responded.

Wolfdog sat down and watched as Lamplighter grabbed a stick and lit it on fire. After he lit all five sticks, he quickly flicked the burning log into the small pile of twigs and small logs. As soon as the flames caught and engulfed the entire pile, she sighed in relief.

"Thank you, Mister Lamplicker. I appreciate it." Wolfdog said, wagging her tail.

"You're welcome, Miss Wolfdog." He retorted. "You know, seeing all those young soldiers takes me back to when I was part of the SUPERSOLDIER program."

"You were a part of THE SUPERSOLDIER Program?!" Wolfdog gasped in astonishment.

"Yep. I wanted to make a change within the world. After Nine Eleven, America was terrified. Hell, most supes in the area were terrified. I still remember the day the first plane that flew after the incident." He took a moment to collect his thoughts. "They had a special strain of the Compound that gave us basic powers."

"Was it Temp V?" Wolfdog asked, grabbing the vegetables. She placed them on top of the leaves and started slicing them with her claws.

"Nope. A different strain. It was called SBV." Lamplighter answered.

"SBV?" Wolfdog repeated, running over to grab some cooking oil for the pot. After that, she placed the vegetables in the pot, which caused it to sizzle.

"Soldier Boy Variant." He replied. "It's like a stronger form of Temp V. It gives you powers permanently, but don't expect to be a unique, special snowflake. You usually got strength or speed. Some grew gills like Deep and joined the Navy..." He sighed as he reminisced on the nostalgia of being at sea. The sea salt stinging his eyes as the gulls above mocked them for their misfortunes.

"In my case, I got the ability to control fire." He added.

"I see..." Wolfdog said, sniffing the air. The aromatics were making themselves known and went back to tending to the pot. She grabbed a couple cans of tomato paste and set them in the pot, making some of the residue boil. Taking a metal spoon from the side, she began to stir the mixture.

"So if SBV can give young adults powers, then why was my case different? Why was there so much press about it?" She asked, tilting her head.

"I don't know but I can take a couple of educated guesses." He answered. "You were taken under Homelander's wing, yes?"

"Yes. Wolfdog affirmed, nodding her head.

"That was unheard of. Second, you were exposed to the real thing, not Temp V or SBV." He added.

"I was exposed to Temp V for a minute." Wolfdog clarified, finishing the stirring and leaving the spoon in the pot.

"You were exposed to Temp V?" He asked in shock. "I'm assuming Homelander was involved."

Wolfdog nodded, adding the potatoes and carrots into the stew. "Mister Homelander gave me a mixture to drink. He said it would make me stronger. And it did. And then my teeth grew sharper. Then, I grew a tail and some ears. And then my fur started growing...You get the point."

"Huh...and they're keeping track over you? And Homelander?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Yes. To see if any other powers show up." She answered, sitting down. "Mister Homelander does care for me, why else would he give me the mixture? But that still doesn't answer the question...I know Mister Edgar believes me to be a breakthrough since I wasn't born with my powers AND I was the first adult female to withstand the effects of Compound V. And now that you brought up the SUPERSOLDIER Program...It just doesn't make sense. Why is everyone acting like Mister Homelander gave me the secret of eternal life?" Wolfdog exclaimed.

Lamplighter blinked twice. He wasn't expecting that kind of response. "I'm sorry, Miss Wolfdog. I didn't mean to upset you-"

"No, no. It's my fault." She retorted. "I'm letting all of this pressure get to me. It doesn't help that there are other supes speculating assuming they know everything about me because of that damn CNN exclusive." Wolfdog shook her head and set her focus on the meal. "There's no point in overanalyzing this. I took on The Creed and I represent both The Seven and Mister Homelander. I'm a supe now and I have to take this responsibility seriously."

Lamplighter smiled at that comment.

Wolfdog returned the smile and held out her hand. "Dinner's ready!" She exclaimed.

The boar was next. She took a few skewers and had the pig upright with the skewers. She created a dry rub with a blend of spices and used both lime and lemon to help season the meat.

Another fire was created for the meat. Her tail wagged from side to side rapidly as she watched the fire roast the boar. Last but not least were the intestines she cleaned. She hung them on a hook and allowed them the crisp for a few minutes. She was thrilled with the smells that each dish was producing.

It wasn't too long before the meal was finished and she waited for everyone to be present before eating. The members all returned from from their tasks and were presented with the meal in front of them.

For the first time in a while, it was a peaceful dinner. Everyone was sitting and talking amongst each other while eating the pork and stew. It made Wolfdog smile seeing everyone enjoying themselves. Her tail was wagging as she was eating the fried pig intestines. They weren't quite as good as the sausages from camp, but she enjoyed them nonetheless. There was a lull in conversation and everyone became silent. Wolfdog was thankful for the silence, allowing her to continue eating. However, it didn't last for long.

A loud cough sounded from behind them. Homelander stood up from his chair and walked towards the center of the room.

"It's getting dark. We're going to infiltrate the facility. Get your coverings ready and meet me in the front." Homelander announced.

All the members nodded and left their camp.

Chapter 8: Building A Fire in Your Belly

Summary:

As The Seven and The Boys are inside the facility to find the rogue supes, chaos ensues.

Notes:

sorry about this chapter taking a minute to produce, i was dealing with job hunting and tackling two jobs at once.

also, tw for implied attempted sexual assault.

Beastmaster overlooked The Seven as they started to put on their coverings. They were right outside the facility and Homelander was directing the rest of The Seven Members. A few SUPERSOLLDIERs were positioned outside it as well. Inside the facility were quite a few makeshift holes that served as lookout for Beastmaster. He sighed, rushing over to where a few of his rats were. They were grooming each other and happily purring. As they saw Beastmaster approach them, they crawled up towards his shoulders. Going over to the makeshift lookout post, his eyes glowed yellow as he started communicating to them.

"Do you see those supes? They are bad. They want to hurt us. Assemble all of your friends and hide in the shadows. You will know when to strike." Beastmaster ordered.

The rats scurried throughout the compound to send the message. As they did this, Beastmaster went downstairs to where he was holding the animals. There were only four of them,

He let the gates of their cages swing wide open as they started coming out. His eye continued glowing as he gave instructions to his animals.

"Listen to me well, there are supes outside and they are going to kill you. Protect Sandstorm and I with your ferocity! Go!" He yelled, watching the mutated animals flee to protect the facility. The only creature that didn't come out was gigantic. It resembled a bear, but it had no fur and was muscular. Its eyes glowed and it snapped its jaws open and shut.

"Stay if you must, but do not forget your mission." Beastmaster spoke in a hushed tone. His next stop was Sandstorm.

He went over to the room she was occupying. Her body was better but it was still taking its toll from the dome shaped sandstorm. There were bags under her eyes,

Beastmaster grabbed Sandstorm by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

"Are you prepared to fight?" He asked in a whisper. "I know you need time to recover, but The Seven are here and they're going to infiltrate the facility. We have no time."

He pulled a needle from his pockets. It was filled with a strange liquid. Sandstorm knew exactly what it was. She sighed, pulling the sleeves of her clothes to expose her arm.

The needle was injected, the fluid pooling down to her blood. Sandstorm winced from the pressure of the needle being pressed inside her. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable. Once the needle was withdrawn, she felt warmth course through her arm. It was soothing and relaxing, bringing her some relief from the pain. After a few seconds, she was no longer feeling anything.

"There you go. The Compound V will give your strength back and more." Beastmaster pat her on the unjabbed shoulder. "Now, be ready to fight."

**

Billy looked over with his binoculars. He hasn't seen a trace of any of The Seven since his last tracking mission. He was accompanied by Hughie and Kimiko, all of them being under the influence of Temp V.

"Is everybody ready?" Hughie asked, gripping onto the the both of them on each of his side. They both nodded. Hughie nodded and concentrated.

"On three. Three...two...one!" As he counted down to one, all of them vanished from the place they were positioned at.

They suddenly reappeared near the facility, hiding under some thick brush. Hughie sighed and started panting as they positioned themselves.

"Keep your breathing shallow." Billy ordered Hughie. "If you keep breathing like that, they will find us."

He took out his binoculars to inspect the area. As he anticipated, The Seven were present at the facility. Clearly after Beastmaster and Sandstorm. Homelander was floating and giving orders to the order members.

The main supe he was focusing wasn't Homelander this time, but instead his apprentice. Her eyes were void but had yellow pupils. The hair was purple and full of waves and curls. Some animal characteristics like ear, a tail, and both hind paws and front paws were present. The rest was human. She was wearing a stone grey bodysuit and all of her attention was on America's hero. The supes then put their coverings on and two of them were sent into the facility.

"They're starting to head inside. We have to get inside and get to Beastmaster and Sandstorm before they do." Billy whispered to the both of them. "There are a few SUPERSOLDIERs stationed outside the facility."

"Have they covered all the sides?" Hughie asked.

"Not to my awareness." Billy answered. He made a motion by flattening his hand close to the ground.

Hughie and Kimiko understood.

They got up and ran. Luckily, The Seven weren't looking around, instead concentrating on entering the facility. Even with The Seven present, there was still the threat of the SUPERSOLDIERs.

When they were a safe distance away, Billy pointed at an opening that lead to the interior. The hole was big enough for all of them to crawl inside. Hughie made a gesture by placing a hand over his chest. Billy nodded and crawled on the ground. Kimiko followed suit alongside Hughie.

Once when they made through the other side, they were in one of the many empty rooms in the facility.

"Don't forget the mission, yea? Now, the both of ya fuck off and go find them." Billy said, patting the both of them on the back. Despite the harsh tone, the both of them knew it was his term of endearment.

**

Black Noir and Wolfdog were the first group to go, under special request of Homelander. The plan was to have each group come in one by one as they entered the complex. A-Train and Queen Maeve would be the last ones to go. She was on all fours, padding slowly and carefully next to him. The lights were still on, albeit there was the occasional flickering. The area was suspiciously quiet.

That was when they both heard claws scattering through the walls. Wolfdog positioned herself to it, clawing at the wall and whimpering to get Noir's attention. He turned his head when he heard her claws rake across the walls.

"Rats..." she growled. She sniffed the air for a moments and began snarling to the right. There was a rat there. She padded carefully as she growled, unsure if it was exposed to Compound V.

"It's a rat. Let it be." He signed to Wolfdog.

She continued coming closer to the animal, growling. The rat's fur was prickled and it's yellow teeth shone. Wolfdog let out one last snarl before it attacked. Wolfdog barked and howled, biting as the rat as it travelled throughout her body. It bit her her routinely.

Wolfdog retaliated for the bites by grabbing the small animal in her jaws and biting down. Its head exploded under the pressure and then she spat the remains out.

More claws started scuttering throughout the walls. Rats emerged and they attacked the both of them. A flurry of fur and flesh had jumped them, releasing a slew of bites.

"Rats! Rats! Rats! Help!" Wolfdog cried, aggressively shaking off the animals and swatting some of them with her paws. Black Noir also swatted them away but more of them would spawn.

The rats swarmed the both of them. Wolfdog's ears were covered in bites and there was some blood trickling down her mouth. She was getting more and more agitated. Instead of swatting, she opted to bite them back and stomp them with her paws. Once when the carnage was unfolding, some of the rats started retreating. One rat stood up on top of some crates, opening its mouth wide and growling at her.

Black Noir moved his arm forward, motioning her to go after it. Wolfdog turned around and barked in approval. They took off at full speed towards the animals and knocked down some of the crates before killing it. The rat squeaked loudly as it was being pierced by her fangs.

Wolfdog stared down the other rats and proceeded to chase them. The rats scurried over to various hiding positions as Wolfdog bit at their ankles. A few were killed in the frenzy, but Wolfdog came out on top for the moment. Blood was smeared through her mouth and her tongue was lolled out, panting. She walked over to Black Noir, sitting and awaiting approval.

He pat her on the head a few times before moving onward.

**

Starlight and Lamplighter were sent afterwards. They both cautiously moved around the facility. The rats scurried about, observing these intruders and keeping track over what they are doing.

Starlight had a glimpse of a rat scurrying about. It had brown fur and a flesh colored tail. The animal stared at her for a moment before fleeing.

"It's a miracle that the lights are still on." Starlight commented, keeping up with Lamplighter.

"Do you think it was abandoned recently?" Lamplighter asked.

"Looks like it. But, why would they keep the lights on? You'd think they'd shut it off if they knew they were gonna leave." Starlight answered.

"True..." His voiced trailed off as they continued tracking. "However, the lack of security is what really concerns me. Keep your guard up, Miss Annie." Lamplighter cautioned.

The facility may have been freshly abandoned, but there was definitely an underlying feeling of danger here. And that made this situation even more frightening than the vast number of enemies she faced previously.

Suddenly, she felt Lamplighter take hold of her hand and pull her behind him. Before Starlight could yelp, he used his other hand to cover her mouth.

"Don't make a sound." He ordered. He looked over the corner and saw a large feline walking through the hallway. It was muscular and panting, seemingly looking for something.

Lamplighter let Starlight go.

"Don't crouch and do NOT run. Make yourself bigger than it." He advised.

Starlight watched the cat walk past them. It paused for a second, smelling the air and rolling its tongue out. That was when it spotted them.

Starlight and Lamplighter stood guard as the animal stared them down. It let out some hisses while panting.

"Do we fight it?" Starlight asked.

"No. We have to worry about Beastmaster and Sandstorm. Keep eye contact and walk backwards. As long as it doesn't have the element of surprise, it won't hurt us." He responded.

They both kept eye contact with it until it started to walk away. They proceeded forward again, careful to stay out of sight.

**

"Ssssssay, Homes. I wasn't assigned to a group and I know you ssssssssssaid you wanted to go solo but...I was wondering if we could go together?" The Deep suggested, hoping to get on his good graces for once during this mission.

"After not being able to handle a single boar with my little mouse?" Homelander sneered at such a suggestion. "Give me a reason. A GOOD reason."

The Deep opened his mouth.

"And don't say 'I'm a member of The Seven'. The only reason you're even affiliated with us is because nobody was willing take in your sorry ass. If I were you, I'd start making myself useful. And that's implying if you even CAN be helpful." Homelander spat at him.

"W-Well then. What is your sssssupposition? Shall I prove you wrong?" The Deep quivered with uncertainty.

"You don't prove anything to me." Homelander responded coldly before walking inside the building on his own.

The Deep stood there, stunned. Homelander was always known to be a little pissbaby when things didn't go his way, but he was never this petty over group assignments. He swore since Wolfdog came into The Seven's vicinity, Homelander has been acting different. If not for the obvious relationship he has with her, there's also the fact that he's just been WAY too clingy with her. Was he ever like that when Queen Maeve had to put up with half his shit?

The Deep hissed through his teeth and went inside the facility.

**

They both of them stuck together when searching for the rogue supes. However, that changed when they had a near encounter with the American Supe. He was hoovering above the ground while searching the facility and they nearly ran into him. Hughie grabbed Kimiko and teleported the both of them away from him. Homelander quickly inspected the noise and turned around the corner. When he found nothing, he continued on.

Hughie was taken somewhere not too far from Homelander. He panicked upon realizing that Kimiko wasn't with him. Without knowing where else to go, he hid behind a nearby wall, hugging himself.

When he was completely out of breath, he took a look at his surroundings. It seemed like he was in an old storage area.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of fabric flapping in the wind. He hid behind some creates and observed the red, white, and blue clad supe. Homelander continued observing his surroundings, using his x-ray vision.

That was when he took he his shot. If he was going to die, he might as well get a few licks in on Homelander. He teleported to Homelander clocked in square in the jaw. Homelander was knocked back, confused from the initial blow.

Then came another swing.

And another.

And another.

**

He was ruminating in his mind about his status as a member of The Seven and where he was in the pecking order. Clearly, Wolfdog was only at the top because Homelander was giving her preferential treatment. Meanwhile, he had always been relegated to the bottom like a bottom feeding fish. But, why? He was useful! Besides, he was born with his powers unlike Wolfdog. He could summon all sea life, for God's sake! And all he got was nothing more but being the butt of jokes for everyone else.

He inspected each room to try and see if he could buddy up with anyone else last minute. The only thing he was met with were the corpses of rats, bloodied footprints, and knocked over barrels and god knows what.

He went downstairs was met with the repugnant odor of musk. There were cages on each side and all of the gates were open. No animals were present, aside from a few rats scurrying about.

That was when he saw a woman. She had black hair that was pulled back into a bun and was wearing boots, jeans, a shirt and a hoodie above it. She looked adorable and the best part is that she's all alone.

"Huh, you look awfully familiar..." The Deep pondered as he walked towards Kimiko. She turned around and saw him. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized exactly who it was.

It was about six months ago when she got attacked by him. She was alone at night and that was when he came around. At first, he seemed friendly enough. He had to, he was a supe for God's sake! However that all changed when he took here somewhere private and tried to get her to touch his gills. She retaliated by clawing his eyes and kicking him in the crotch. She was able to make a clean getaway, but the memory of that attack still haunted her.

"DON'T touch me!" She warned, swinging her chains. There were razors embedded at the end of the chain and make a clacking sound as it touched the ground.

"I never touched you." He denied. "I don't even know who you are."

She screamed, swinging her chains full force and running towards him. His gills moved in reflex and he dodged to the left, barely escaping the chains. He then lifted his trident and attempted to stab her in the stomach. She was able to dodge the first attempt by using her chains to disarm him. She tapped it a couple of times before using the trident to choke him.

**

Homelander was becoming more and more impatient as the mysterious stranger kept attacking. He snarled, his eyes growing red. He grabbed at the air, feeling what resembled a leg.

Hughie reappeared, looking on in horror upon realizing the gravity of the situation.

Homelander chuckled when he saw Hughie reveal himself.

“No more games, child.” Homelander pinned him to the ground. He wrapped his arms around Hughie's throat, a wicked smile curling from his lips.

"Oi!" Billy yelled, staring down at Homelander. He turned to look at him, seeing the frail human and releasing his grip on Hughie. He stood up, lifting his arms up in the air.

"If it isn't The Irredeemable Butcher himself." He said in a condescending manner. "Finally decided to stop hiding like the rat you are? Let me take that back, rats have more dignity than you. How is your heart doing, by the way?" He chuckled. He knew Billy wasn't as strong as he used to be. Since his heart attack, Billy had been forced to use a cane for mobility. His heart was also weak and Homelander could hear it. They weren't strong and had a slower rate than usual.

However, he knew Billy could still beat him in a fight. Especially since he was a mere human playing with Temp V to replicate something he was BORN with. It was almost cute to him.

"My body may not be in its prime, but I will make sure to kill you before it gives in." As he said this, he swung a punch towards Homelander. His head jerked violently and he felt something gushing out of his nose. He wiped it with his crimson glove and saw blood. It trickled down to the top of his lips and he licked it.

"Impressive. Stronger than last time." Homelander remarked before headbutting him. "But not strong enough."

Blood gushed out of Billy’s nose like a fountain. He wiped some of it and punched back harder. Homelander staggered backwards, dazed from the impact. After taking a few seconds to gather himself, he started walking towards Billy. Billy charged forward and threw a hard right hook, but it went straight through him.

Homelander growled at him and punched his face again. This time, Billy managed to dodge the blow and kicked him in the stomach. He grunted as he was kicked, being sent to the ground.

Wolfdog was separated from Black Noir following the situation. She found herself at the top of the containment area for the animals. That was when she saw and heard some commotion.

"Homelander!" Wolfdog cried, seeing her Beloved knocked to the ground by Billy. She ran on all fours down the stairs to pounce on him, baring her teeth. He threw a swift punch, which she retaliated by biting him with the fist he swung with. He punched her back and sent her crashing into the side of the building. Homelander got up to intercept Billy, clocking him in the jaw. Wolfdog stood next to Homelander, snarling at Billy.

He got up, spitting blood out of his mouth.

"Had enough? It's okay to call it quits. We don't want to break your hip." Homelander quipped.

Billy glared at him, glaring back with hate.

"Hmm?" Homelander cleared his throat, awaiting a response.

Their battle was put on hold when they heard a loud pitched scream. It didn't sound human. A beast appeared, charging towards all of them with its might. It was the bear.

Everyone got out of the way from the rampaging animal as it ran towards the wall. It shook its head a few times, baring its jaws.

Billy grabbed Hughie and placed him over his shoulder.

"Kimiko! Kimiko!" He called out. She heard him as she was fighting off The Deep. She had her chain wrapped around him as he called her.

"Gramps!" She immediately let go of him and ran. The Deep coughed a few times, letting in deep inhales in between them. She looked over to him.

"Omae de owatta to omowanaide!" She threatened him in her native tongue before running to Billy.

She ran downstairs towards Billy and saw the mutated creature in front of her. She placed her hands over her mouth in horror.

"Come, we need to leave. NOW!" He ordered. His score with Homelander was gonna have to wait another day, much to his dismay. For now, his main concern was getting these two kids out of there.

"Homelander, are you okay?" Wolfdog ran over to him, wrapping one paw on his face. He groaned, slowly getting up.

"You think some animal is gonna stop me?" He smiled at her.

The bear roared at the both of them, interrupting their brief reunion. Wolfdog got in front of him on all fours, snarling at the bear in the process. The bear breathed heavily, popping its jaw open and shut. She bore her fangs at it.

That was when the bear got on all its hind legs and raised its right paw in the air. Wolfdog swiftly moved behind the animal and started grabbing at the heel. The bear roared, using its other paw in an attempt to get her off of it. Despite its attempt, it feel to the ground.

That was when Wolfdog jumped on top the bear and started attacking its back.

"I can't pierce its skin! It's like leather!" Wolfdog cried, doing her best to cling onto the beast. The bear got up, buck and shaking furiously in attempt to get Wolfdog off it.

Homelander watched the carnage play out. Watching his "wife" struggle against this beast as it was roaring and bucking. It reminded him of training with her.

During the marathons, he would also bring the occasional big game animal. At first, it was wild hogs. Then, cougars. Then, brown bears. Each time was met with succession and then animal brutalized. He never stepped in as it was life or death.

This time was no different. He watched her carefully, making sure that the training he placed on her paid off.

The bear finally had enough. It got on its two hindlegs and collapsed on top of her. Wolfdog was pressed underneath the animal and struggled with it. Both were breathing heavy and she was struggling to get free.

Wolfdog was being crushed under the weight of the animal. She could feel body starting to cave in under the pressure. Think, Wolfdog, think! What would Homelander do in this scenario?

What would Homelander do?

He wouldn't be sitting around while being killed! He'd fight to his dying breath and she would do the same.

The bear still had its belly exposed while lying on top of Wolfdog. He rolled himself on top of her as insult to injury. The pressure was becoming and more unbearable.

Homelander continued watching Wolfdog be crushed under the pressure of the animal. Still choosing not to interfere.

That was when the heartbeats were replaced by a surge of energy he felt.

Wolfdog was desperate. She felt hot and was using her paws to push the animal off to no avail. That was when she felt a sensation in her chest. Her heart began pounding and her instincts started kicking in.

The sensation then moved up to her throat. It was incredibly sharp, like as though her vocal chords had been worn from yelling all night. The way it penetrated her throat stung worse than any sip of alcohol she had taken.

She had no choice but to open her mouth.

Rings came out her mouth, which emitted a loud screeching sound. These screeches were deafening and it blew out the eardrums of the mutated animal. It roared, releasing Wolfdog from her imprisonment. As it was getting off, the screeches shed it of its skin and exposing it of pure bloody muscle.

Homelander was astonished by what he had just seen. He couldn't believe it. Since taking her under his wing, he knew she had potential. However, he never expected one of his moves to be perfectly replicated? Was this a side effect of Compound V? Either way, she had truly lived up to Vought's name of Eve.

Wolfdog got up on all fours, staring down the bloodied animal and snarling. The animal snarled back, ready to go for a second round. Wolfdog stood her ground, waiting patiently for the chance to strike. It lunged forward once again, forcing Wolfdog to retreat backwards. Wolfdog came back and quickly jumped the animal in-between its muzzle.

"Homewander! Do it! Ush your lasher!" She spoke with a full mouth. The beast roared, shaking and jerking his head. He was flinging Wolfdog around like a ragdoll, but she persisted in clinging onto its muzzle. She positioned her paws on the animal's face to obstruct its vision.

Homelander was up on his feet and still observing. He wanted to see more of her power and specifically her limits. She demonstrated strength and resilience but there was sill much she had to learn.

Homelander's eyes turned red and he blasted a flash of laser below the animal's neck. Its head came flying off, blood spurting out of it like a fountain. This caused the body to propel backwards, collapsing with its stomach on top.

Wolfdog was forced to move away from the head as Homelander landed his shot. The heat and force from it caused her to lose her footing and singed a small tip of her tail. She landed on her paws, sliding in a circle for a moment before gaining control. Wolfdog panted, blood covering her suit and fur. She had bruises, wounds, and a sharp pain on her chest.

Homelander approached Wolfdog, who turned to look at him and smiled. The smile revealed the massive amount of blood stains on her teeth. His right hand gripped her shoulder. His gaze was soft yet serious as he looked into her eyes.

"This mission isn't over yet. We still need to find them." Homelander reminded her.

She nodded.

The both of them walked up the stairs.

**

Everyone was stationed at the entrance of the facility, talking amongst each other and pelted with injuries and ripped clothing.

"Thankfully, we were able to find and subdue Sandstorm." A-Train commented as Queen Maeve was holding the targeted supe over her shoulder. She was tied up and unable to move.

"Well, thank God for that." Lamplighter said.

"But, what about Beastmaster?" Starlight asked. "He's still in the facility."

"That's IF he is in the facility." A-Train replied. "He probably ran off while everything was going down."

The members continued talking amongst themselves until they saw Homelander and Wolfdog heading towards them. Wolfdog was panting heavily, her body moving irregularly with each breath. Black Noir noticed this and approached her. He crouched and placed a hand on her shoulder. Wolfdog looked over to him.

"You okay?" He signed.

She shook her head before lying down.

"Wolfdog and I took down the bear." Homelander announced. "Beforehand, Grandpa and his meddling kids decided to show up unannounced and fuck up our plans. For now we'll gather at the camp and lick our wounds. We have the main threat neutralized and we'll hold her prisoner." Homelander said. "Any questions?"

All of the Seven Members shook their heads.

"What about Beastmaster?" Queen Maeve asked.

"We'll have to to worry about him later. If push comes to shove, we may have to get SUPERSOLDIER involved." Homelander answered.

Everyone left the facility with Sandstorm as their prisoner.

Chapter 9: Tender Hearted

Summary:

The final assault on Beastmaster has begun.

Wolfdog, alongside a few Seven members were residing in the medical tent and having their wounds tended to by the medic supes. With the way they were moving and tending to each member felt almost choreographed. One inspected the wounds and called for supplies while the other grabbed the supplies and administer to them.

One medic supe was wearing a white one piece dress with an apron on top of it. She also wore a small hat that had a red cross on top of it. She had auburn hair and it was wrapped in a neat bun. She used her x-ray vision to help access the true damage of Wolfdog's encounter with the bear.

"You have a broken ribcage." Nurse Redheart spoke to her. "You should be thankful that none of the fractures penetrated your lungs. At best, You'll end up with a collapsed lungs. At worst, you could expect a visit from the Grim Reaper. Although my main concern is your throat. It's quite literally burned up. What on earth happened?"

Wolfdog tried to to talk, but it was too painful. She shook her head and sighed, lying down on the cot.

"This is quite the anomaly. The only thing that could produce this kind of damage is if you produced fire. Are...Are you able to breathe fire?" Nurse Redheart asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Wolfdog stared at her as if she had asked her the most asinine question imaginable and chuckled lightly, shaking her head no.

"You're right." Nurse Redheart did another scan with her x-ray vision. "Even if you could, you don't have the stomach lining that would protect you from the high temperatures. Although, I am curious as to how it happened..."

As Nurse Redheart pondered, Homelander waltzed his way into the medical tent and towards Wolfdog. She was startled by his sudden appearance and stepped over to the side and went to tend to another supe. He placed a gloved hand on the top of her head.

"Are you alright?' Homelander asked, sighing as he stared at his Beloved.

Wolfdog smiled and nodded her head, using both of her paws to place them on his arm. She moved his hand over to her cheek and happily nuzzled it. Homelander sighed, using his thumb to stroke her face.

"My precious, little mouse..." He cooed.

Nurse Redheart returned to the couple and cleared her throat.

"Mister Homelander," Nurse Redheart started, interrupting them of their tender moment. "Your apprentice has endured some injuries. Nothing life threatening, but there is one injury that is of interest. If you may, sir."

Homelander used his x-ray vision to inspect the injury she was talking about. There it was...

Her throat was inflamed and red. Some patches of black were visible too. He also saw cracked ribs.

"Do you know what could have caused the injury to her throat?" Nurse Redheart asked.

"No," Homelander lied. "I wouldn't know. I wasn't there with her"

Wolfdog's ears lowered when she heard that. That wasn't true, he was there with her! He was one who delivered the finishing blow on the bear. Why was he lying about where he was?

"I see." Nurse Redheart retorted. She placed a hand on the top of Wolfdog's head. "Don't fret too much. Once when you feel better, you can tell me what happened." She left Wolfdog momentarily to help another supe.

"And who did this you?" Nurse Redheart asked The Deep.

"Sssssssome bitch with Temp V." The Deep hissed as the nurse supe inspected his throat injury.

"I ssssssseeeeeee..." Nurse Redheart made an attempt at a joke to help alleviate the situation. The Deep glared at her attempt of his speech impediment.

"I'm sorry, was that offensive?" She asked.

"Very." He retorted, wrapping his arms around the contraption.

"I'm sorry, that won't happen again." She corrected herself.

"It'd better not." He growled.

"Mister Deep, can you please remove your arms from your contraption? Can you remove it for me? I need to closely inspect your gills." Nurse Redheart requested.

The Deep sighed through his teeth, grumbling as he fumbled with removing the contraption. As it was removed, his gills started spasming from the sudden lack of water. It was enough to produce a shudder down his spine. When that was done, he unzipped the suit down to his torso.

"Thank you." She said in her cheery disposition.

"Why exactly do you need to inspect them?" The Deep asked, carefully observing her looking for any abnormalities. She pulled the operculum of flesh open, exposed a deep red set of gills. So far, so good. They were noticeably bright and seemed to respond with the contraption accordingly.

"It's the most sensitive part of your body, yes?" Nurse Redheart retorted. "You can detect subtle changes within seconds."

"Of coursssssssssssssssse." The Deep muttered. "Now, can I put my ssssssuit back on?"

"Yes you may." Nurse Redheart answered.

The Deep hurriedly zipped his suit back on, alongside attaching the contraption. He muttered curses to himself about having to expose himself in front of the nurse. And she had the audacity to prod them with her pen? And made fun of his newfound speech impediment!

**

Another nurse shrieked as she used her arms to cover her face. Black Noir threw a flask haphazardly, causing it to shatter when it hit the ground. A few other medic supes which to investigate the noise, only to see the ebony supe sitting on the medic tent, shaking his head.

"What the hell happened?" One medic supe asked.

"I was trying to get Mister Noir to remove his mask so I could access the extent of his injuries." She answered. "That was when he started acting erratic."

"I told you I'm fine." Black Noir signed.

"You're not fine. Any patient who decides to throw glass over a simple order is not fine by me." The nurse snapped.

Black noir got up from the cot and walked past the medic supes.

"Mister Noir, you can't just leave without a proper inspection!” The scared medic supe from before stepped forward before being stopped by him. “If we don't treat your injuries properly then-"

Black Noir ignored her and walked passed her to exit the tent.

Right when he was getting close the exit, Homelander grabbed him by the shoulder and placed him to the side.

"I want you back inside the facility. Bring Wolfdog with you." Homelander ordered. Black Noir tilted his head.

"Are you sure about that?" He signed. "She doesn't look too go-"

"She'll recover." Homelander interrupted. "Out of everyone here, I trust you the most. Once when Wolfdog rests, we'll finish the job."

He let go of his shoulder and turned to exit the tent.

Black Noir rubbed the spot where Homelander had grabbed him.

**

"Mister A-Train, your vital signs are looking good, however there is one thing of concern. Nurse Tenderheart spoke. "We have detected moderate amounts of Compound V in your system. Are you familiar with Compound V Sickness?"

"Yes." A-Train answered. "I've known people who went through it. Thankfully, it wasn't life threatening."

"Then you would understand why I'm alerting you about this." She retorted. "Compound V Sickness is not something to take lightly. Especially for a speedster like you.

"I understand that." A-Train retorted. "I just want it to be known that I'm not injecting anything into myself."

"I never said you were injecting yourself with Compound V. I simply said there was a moderate amount of Compound V in you. However it got into your system is irrelevant. What's relevant is that it is inside you and there is a chance it can become the Sickness if left untreated." Nurse Redheart clarified.

"What do you advise, then?" A-Train asked.

"For now, you have to monitor your health." Nurse Redheart answered, giving him a pamphlet detailing information about Compound V Sickness. “Some of the majors, warning signs you should watch out for include fatigue, dehydration, migraines, erectile dysfunction, psychosis, and rapid mood swings.”

“Are there any side effects I should be aware of as a speedster?" He pressed.

"Speedsters are fascinating." Nurse Redheart started. "They are the common users of Compound V. The biggest red flag I would look for is impotence."

"The what?" A-Train tilted his head.

"Impotence. Being unable to perform sexually." Nurse Redheart explained.

"And why would having problems in bed translate to Compound V Sickness?" A-Train pondered.

"Because it usually means the body is starting to react badly from the Compound. If it doesn't have a way to escape the body, especially if the person didn't have prior exposure or in this case, excessive exposure can lead to Sickness." Nurse Redheart clarified.

"So basically, as long as I stay hydrated and exercise, I shouldn't have any issues." A-Train nodded. "Will my recovery be delayed if I'm too dehydrated?"

"No. That won't affect your healing." Nurse Redheart retorted. "However the Compound got into your system, it needs to be flushed out. I advise drinking multiple cups of water throughout the day. Any other questions while I'm here?"

"Just one." A-Train answered. "Should there be a situation where I do fall under the Sickness, what is the mortality rate of it?"

"It depends on the usage." She answered. "Obviously, the more use use, the more likely you are to die. Anything else?"

"None at the moment." A-Train shrugged. "Thank you."

"Of course." Nurse Redheart responded.

**

Sandstorm violently vomited into a bucket and groaned in pain.

"This is not good." One medic supe commented.

"She's displaying symptoms of Compound V Sickness." Another added. "We have to administer fluids and nutrients." The medic supe hurried to fill a bag with those essentials and administer them to her.

It took a while, but eventually she was stabilized and transferred into another tent. A stretcher carried her away. Meanwhile, others continued to give intravenous feedings and administering fluids. All of the medic supes were beyond exhausted upon tending to the sick supe.

They all fell asleep before receiving word from Black Noir that she was recovering.

In the meantime, A-Train and some others recovered after receiving some much needed rest and food. Although, it was nothing compared to the mouth watering meal Wolfdog had made before. What they were served was mid-tier at best.

Wolfdog was sound asleep, her paws serving as a cushion for her head. a blanket was draped over her. Black Noir was resting as well, sitting on a chair. It wasn't the most comfortable thing, but it would do. Especially since he was expected to return at the facility.

Several rats scurried inside the medical tents, splitting amongst themselves and scanning the area. Just about everyone seemed to be asleep and they continued searching around for any of The Seven members. One rat entered the area Wolfdog was in, twitching its muzzle.

Wolfdog’s ears twitched and she jerked her head. In front of her was a rat. She started to snarl at it, causing he rat to bare its yellow fangs at her. Black Noir was startled awake by the snarling and saw the rat. He instinctively went towards his holster and threw a knife at the rat. It was killed instantly and let out a loud squeak.

Wolfdog and Black Noir heard a deafening shriek coming from a different of the tent and ran on all fours. Starlight threw some empty jars and flasks at the rodent while Lamplighter was using the fire from his finger to war them. Wolfdog and Black Noir saw the both of them and joined in.

She nipped and bit at the rats, causing them to retreat temporarily. Homelander returned to the medical tents when he heard the commotion and accessed the situation.

"What the hell happened?" Homelander asked, looking over to the corpses of the rodents.

"We got attacked by rats again." Wolfdog explained, her voice forced and screechy as a result of her throat injury. "They attacked Mister Noir and I before before I scared them off."

"I see." Homelander responded in an aggravated tone.

"Either way, Wolfdog did a good job with crowd control." Starlight complimented.

"That she did." Lamplighter added. "You should be proud to have an apprentice like her."

Wolfdog's tail started to wag as a result of the praise she was receiving from her colleagues.

Homelander popped his jaw.

"Yes, wonderful. Cool." Homelander dismissed the accomplishment. "Right, Wolfdog, Noir, you two will be returning to the facility. Look for Beastmaster and tranquilize him."

Wolfdog and Black Noir nodded.

Nurse Redheart heard the announcement and rushed over.

"Mister Homelander, I can't allow you to bring Wolfdog. She needs to recover." Nurse Redheart interrupted. "AND Mister Noir still hasn't gotten assessed."

"She's fine." Homelander insisted, clenching his fist for a moment. "She is my apprentice. I get to determine whether or not she needs it."

"Mister Homelander, can't you send someone like Queen Maeve or Starlight? They're both practically unscathed." Nurse Redheart advised.

"Homelander walked closer to her, causing her to walk and make direct eye contact. She was struck by how piercing and commanding they were. Those ice blue pupils pierced into her soul and she relented. The last thing she wanted to deal with was his wrath.

"If you insist," She curtsied and hurriedly left. Once when she was gone, Homelander looked back to Wolfdog and Black Noir.

"Remember your mission. Find Beastmaster." Homelander ordered. The both of them nodded and headed towards the facility.

**

The duo were once again back inside the facility. They walked in the main entrance, finding the remains of the earlier carnage. Black Noir made a motion to Wolfdog to follow him to the right of the facility. She padded on all fours and stayed by his side the whole time. They were both heading towards the end of the corridor and a large room full of large boilers and tubs of God knows what. As they made their way towards this room, they both stopped in the middle and listened carefully for any noise.

Then came the sound of thumping. The both of them turned their heads to see a large man charging at them. The both of them jumped in the opposite direction. The man roared, foaming at the mouth and snarling.

"How DARE you enter my domain!" The man yelled. Wolfdog got in front of Black Noir, growling at the strange man. She was on all fours, her lips curled back to show her teeth.

"Who are you?!" Wolfdog demanded.

"I...am Beastmaster." The large man introduced himself. "I rule over all animals of the land! I was gifted with my powers at a young age with the help of Compound V. I was able to talk to animals and was given my strength. But alas, I haven't been used since the days of olden times! All creatures of the animal kingdom are beneath me! Whoever dares enter MY territory shall die! I swear it!"

He was unusually large. Helped thanks to the aforementioned Compound V. His muscles were protruding out his body. He was wearing a loincloth composed of tiger skin and his body was full of body hair.

Wolfdog could hear the deep rumbling that came from Beastmaster. He was fuming mad. She tried to match the ferocity by roaring and snarling back. Black Noir stepped in front of her, taking his knives out.

"Is this the best of the Seven?!" Beastmaster gloated. "I would have at least expected a decent challenge! But enough talk, you will pay for stepping foot in MY TERRITORY!" He roared, charging at Black Noir. Black Noir was ready for this. He swung his knife. Beastmaster managed to duck the attack but was met with a crushing blow to the chest.

Wolfdog intercepted by lunging at Beastmaster and pushing him to the ground with her paws. She roared, proceeding to try and bite him in the face.

"Not so fast, doggy." He growled. He twisted her mouth, pulling her back towards his head. With her hind legs in the air, he threw her down onto the floor, effectively pinning her.

He was once again raging, throwing kicks and punches towards Wolfdog. In response, she clawed at his chest, punching at him. The force of his blows gave her pause and caused her to be knocked off balance. Beastmaster took advantage of this and started pounding her with his fists. It was clear to Wolfdog that he wasn't going to stop until she was nothing more than a bloody mess.

Black Noir retaliated by stabbing him in the back. Beastmaster roared in response and shook him violently, trying to get him off of his back. Black Noir had his grip on the handles of the knives, continuing to cling onto the gigantic supe. Wolfdog jumped on Beastmaster's chest, biting him in the throat. Despite her best efforts, she wasn't making any penetration to the skin.

"Try as much as you like, you will never be able to penetrate my skin." Beastmaster boasted.

He tried to pull away from Black Noir. However, Black Noir did not let go. He grabbed Beastmaster by the neck, pressing the sharp tip of the blade against his throat, the other still sticking to his back. He shoved Wolfdog, causing her to be flung to the side of the room. Black Noir was next, who was also flung. However, he was quick on his feet and still clung on to him. He wasn't able to get back on the handles but he was able to get his hands around Beastmaster.

Wolfdog slowly got up after being flung. Her head was still reeling so she shook her head a few times to clear herself. She saw Mister Noir being attacked.

"Mister Noir!" Wolfdog cried, running towards him on all fours.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" Wolfdog screamed she bit down onto Beastmaster's calf.

**

"Right then, everyone else..." Homelander pursed his lips for a moment before looking around. He really did not know what to do next. Everyone else was useless and there really wasn't anything else going on.

That was until they started hearing gunshots followed by yelling. Homelander and the Seven members left the medic tents immediately to investigate the source of the noise.

The rats that remained from the earlier carnage had formed into a vessel of a giant rat, operated by smaller rats. SUPERSOLDIERS started firing shots at the giant, most of which missed. The rats flung its collective tail, which sent several of the SUPERSOLDIERs flying.

"Jessssssssssus Chrisssst!" The Deep yelled.

"Got a plan, Old man?" A-Train chimed, looking over to Homelander.

"Kill the fucking thing, obviously!" Homelander snapped, flying toward the giant rat.

"Everyone, go after the rat, but don't be reckless." Starlight cautioned, heading towards Homelander. The rest followed suit.

**

Black Noir heard slow heartbeats. However, they weren't his. Then, whose were they? He tried to get himself up to no avail. He started wincing and gasping in pain, looking over to the wound on his chest. He looked over to Wolfdog, who had her neck pressed by Beastmaster's other knee. That was it. That was the source of the heartbeats. Wolfdog was being choked out as she she was trying to immobilize him.

"Do your worst to me...I'm only beginning." Wolfdog snarled as she kept biting into his calf. Just a little bit more. She had to sever the tendons and ligaments. Her teeth were sinking deeper and deeper as he kept pressing more weight onto her.

Fuck the wound. His only concern was Wolfdog. Black Noir took ahold of Wolfdog's arm and yanked, forcing her hand away from Beastmaster's leg. In the process, Wolfdog fell backward and onto the ground, releasing her grip on him. Beastmaster laughed menacingly.

"Is that the best this wild animal could do?" He took a few steps forward towards them. "I will crush your bones to dust and sprinkle it upon my realm!"

As soon as Beastmaster took another step forward, The extent of Wolfdog's bite was made prominent. He stumbled sideways and gripped onto his calf. He saw the large bite wound, alongside the bruising and broken blood vessels inside of it.

"I will rip your throat out for that!" He roared, attempting to charge towards them. The attempt helped in destroying the ligaments. He cried out in pain and grabbed his calf. No, he wasn't done yet. He wanted to kill that bitch for destroying his leg.

**

The Giant rat continued attacking the remaining SUPERSOLDIER, overpowering them with its sheer size and force.

Homelander dove head first into the giant animal, causing a slew of rats to fall and being crushed under the intense pressure. He continued on with this, causing more and more rats to scatter. The remaining ones still maintained their form and swatted at him. He dodged the swipe and delivered a swift punch to its head. More rats spilled out and it made a hole on the head. It was quickly covered up by the remaining rats.

That was when he heard a yell coming from the facility. He decided to swoop in, knowing that it Wolfdog's.

"Homelander! Come back here and help!" Starlight cried, rushing over to him.

"No." Homelander retorted. "Wolfdog is in there and she is in trouble. You and the rest can take care of it."

He pushed Starlight when he saw the giant rat make another attempt at swiping the supes. This time, he used eye lasers to destroy the paw. It shrieked in pain, making an attempt to reassemble the paw.

"Go!" He barked, leaving her and the rest of The Seven to figure it out.

"Lamplighter!" Starlight called out to him. "Can you chase off the rats with your fire?"

"Affirmative" He answered.

"A-Train! Distract the rat by running in a circle!" Starlight ordered. "Maeve, come with me. Deep..." Starlight hesitated for a moment before hatching something for him.

"You will help with ground assault." She finished.

Everyone dissembled and got to their positions. A-Train started forming a circle, causing the rats to go delirious over watching the speedster move. This made it the perfect opportunity to scare the rats off by creating a small fire. The rats scurried upon the sight of an open fire, causing the formation to fall apart.

The remaining rats tried desperately to reform but the threat of fire was too much. They fell apart, causing all rats to scatter.

**

Homelander swooped in shortly afterward, looking at the chaos. Black Noir was kneeling down towards Wolfdog as Beastmaster tried to crawl his way towards them. His mind immediately assumed the worst looked over to Beastmaster.

"Aaah, So America's Hero has come to save the day..." He growled through the pain.

Homelander stared at him blankly. He turned around to check on His Beloved.

"She's okay. She just pushed herself too hard." He signed.

Homelander nodded. "Get her to safety. This one is mine." He cracked his knuckles as he walked towards Beastmaster. Black Noir followed the order and lifted Wolfdog up, running.

Beastmaster managed to get himself up despite the agonizing pain. He was limping towards Homelander. When he did get close enough, Homelander raised his fist, sending it crashing into Beastmaster's face. Blood splattered everywhere, covering his hairy chest.

"Look at you, how far you've fallen." Beastmaster sneered. "You used to be so full of pride. A shining example for all supes. Now, you've stooped to this? Experimenting with humans to replicate what we were BORN with? And what’s worse? You let that thing make your heart tender. I'm disappointed in you, dear Homelander."

Homelander continued to stare at him blankly.

"Huh? Have nothing to say? Does that dog have your to-" Homelander thrusted a hand through Beastmaster's chest. His heart was beating through his hand for a few moments before he effortlessly crushed it. He pulled his hand back and watched as Beastmaster's face shifted to horror from what happened. The monstrous supe collapsed to the floor, dead.

Homelander looked at the dead supe, his eye glossed over and blood pooling over the hole in his chest.

Chapter 10: Bright and Daunting As the Moon

Summary:

Beastmaster is dead. Homelander proposes to Wolfdog.

WARNING: One Sex scene at the end.

As all the rats scattered, the chaos was becoming managed. The Surviving SUPERSOLDIERs went inside the facility to swarm it. Starlight and the remaining Seven members all grouped together.

“Where’s Homelander?” Queen Maeve asked.

“He went to get Wolfdog from the facility.” She answered.

Right as she said that, Homelander returned to the group. He was bloodied, his hand and face covered in the substance.

“No sign of Wolfdog?” Starlight asked him.

“Black Noir took her to safety.” He responded. Heading over to the medical tent. The rest followed suit.

**

“Mister Homelander, what the hell were you thinking? Sending your apprentice over when she was dealing with a cracked rib cage! She could have been killed!” Nurse Redheart reprimanded Homelander, her voice the harshest it has been. “Because of your stunt, she has a collapsed lung!”

Homelander only heard noise and saw lip flapping.

“Do you know how bad this is?” Nurse Redheart clarified.

“And? You can patch her up.” Homelander dismissed her concerns.

“It’s not simple. For scratches and other wounds, yes. But internal damage is tricky.” Nurse Redheart explained.

Homelander sighed in annoyance.

“Very well, then. Cut her open and blow air into her lungs.” He clenched his jaw as he expressed his frustration with the medic supe.

“I don’t know why they recruited you guys when you can’t rearrange some guts. And I’m not talking about fucking.” He mocking said to her as he stormed off.

**

The surgery was grueling for the team. It wasn’t just the puncture they were worried about, but also needing to add air to it.

They were delicate with her rib cage and lungs. Blood was cleaned from the area. The penetrating bone was removed and the remaining with reinforced with metal.

The lung was next. Air was given to it, causing it to expand. Then, they placed a tube inside the rib cage so it could drain and replenish itself. Afterward, her wound was sewn up and bandaged.

After it was done, she was placed in a bed. Her eyes were closed and she was peaceful while resting. It took several weeks for her to recover. And even then, she needed follow ups and aides for breathing.

Wolfdog woke up, confused by the environment she was in. There was a tube hooked up to her lungs and nose. She was in a sterile white room, resting on a proper bed with blankets and pillows.

“Homelander…” It was the only thing on her mind. All she remembered was Beastmaster pinning her down with his leg, trying to kill her by restricting her airflow. Despite it, she still bit down.

“Yes, my sweet. I am here for you.” He cooed, stroking her hair. She woke up. She finally woke up. Homelander was overjoyed.

“What happened?...Where am I?” Wolfdog asked, her eyes still adjusting to harsh white light.

“Beastmaster is dead.” He announced bluntly. “All the threats have been neutralized. You’re in the medical tent.”

Homelander became surprised by her true potential. She was known for her strength and animal like tendencies. However, it seems as though the Compound has another side effect.

Someway, somehow Wolfdog inherited some of of power. The sonic screeches that they produced on the beast was an unmistakable power of his. To see his apprentice replicate it under that much duress was anything short of impressive.

“You did wonderful. You have proven yourself a worthy member. I couldn’t have picked for a better apprentice.” He pat her on the shoulder.

Wolfdog sat up, dazed. The entire time, Homelander stayed close, gently caressing her skin. As she gazed into his eyes, she sighed and nuzzled herself in his hand. The warmth, the care, the love…it was all there.

“Well, if you like me that much, then marry me.” Wolfdog suggested.

Homelander was taken aback by the proposal. It was clear to anyone close to them that they were more than simply mentor and apprentice. But to suggest marriage? An act that requires the most undying of love and respect? Would Vought even allow such a thing? Could Wolfdog truly take on the task of being the housewife?

“Is that what you really want?” He asked in a hushed tone.

“More than anything.” Wolfdog reassured. His hands were shaking and it became harder to breathe.

“Will you accept it?” She asked

“YES.” Homelander barked as he stood up from the chair. Wolfdog smiled and kissed his hand.

**

Months had passed since the Beastmaster incident.

Wolfdog was sweeping the floors of the outside deck of the penthouse. She wore the maid dress she wore during her housekeeping days. As she swept, she sighed as she reminisced over being the housekeeper. The days she had spent patiently waiting for him to come home and seeing him arrive.

By instinct, she went over to the balcony, giving her a sense of Deja vu. She placed the broom to the side, scanning the horizon.

That was when she saw blue.

"Did you miss me, little mouse?" Homelander cooed, stepping on the ledge before majestically stepping down to the deck.

"As much as the moon misses the sun during the twilight." Wolfdog answered, doing a little curtsy for him. Homelander chuckled.

"As you should." Homelander retorted, extending out a hand. Wolfdog's tail began to wag by the proposition. She took a paw and began to waltz around the deck with him.

They twirled and moved around the deck until Wolfdog started to trip on her hind legs.

"Sorry, still getting used to them while dancing..." She sheepishly apologized.

Homelander smiled and kissed her cheek, his arm still wrapped around her.

"Do you remember when you proposed to me at the hospital?" Homelander asked, looking over to Wolfdog.

"I do, yes. Why?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Because..." His voice trailed off as he fumbled around his pockets. He produced a small black box and opened it in front of her. There was a silver ring with a big diamond in the middle. There was an engraving of two eagle heads holding onto the stone with only their beaks.

"Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest supe in the world?" Homelander proposed, holding his breath.

Wolfdog's tail went stiff and her heart started racing. She gripped onto the broom and smiled from ear to ear.

"Yes. I want to be with you, forever and ever." Wolfdog answered.

Homelander's heart did flips upon the approval. He set the ring on her foreclaw and squeezed her hand tight.

“From now and forever, you are MINE.” He proudly declared, crushing his lips against Wolfdog.

They celebrated the proposal through some of the most passionate lovemaking the couple had ever performed. He taken taken her while floating in the air with her. Wolfdog gripped onto his eagle shaped pauldrons and accepted him as his soon to be husband.

Nothing could tear them apart. Not during their intense lovemaking, not ever.

Their lovemaking came to a crescendo when Homelander’s eyes flashed red before climax. Then, he fired. Some piece of the wall, alongside a few portraits of the beloved United States were destroyed from his laser fueled climax but he could care care less. Besides, he could pay someone else to fix it.

Both Wolfdog and Homelander panted heavily from their lovemaking. They both laid on top of the bed, both hand and paw touching each other.

“My sweet, little mouse…” he cooed as he turn over to his soon to be wife.

“My eaglet…” Wolfdog responded, turning over and kissing him a few times on the lip.

**

"Mister Gilman, I see that you have sent a request for marriage. I'm assuming that you are asking us to give you Wolfdog's hand in marriage, no?" Stan Edgar asked.

"Why else do you think I sent the request? To play with your time?" Homelander sneered in a condescending manner.

"No, I suppose not." Edgar responded. "However, Mister Gilman, there are one...several problems with your request. First and foremost, Wolfdog was taken under your wing in an apprentice-mentor relationship. How do you think the public would react to such a thing Second, there would be a lot of assessments and counseling to make sure that your marriage runs smoothly. You must understand the kind of pressure a marriage like this would place upon you two. Thirdly, how do you think you can handle a marriage when your arranged relationship with Miss Stilwell was hanging by a thread?"

Homelander clenched his jaw and let in a sharp inhale. Of course Vought was attempting to put a leash on him again. When weren't they?! However, that comment about his previous relationship with Queen Maeve was what pushed him over the edge.

"Okay, I had one messy breakup with Queen Maeve. Big fucking whoop. But! My relationship with Wolfdog has made me feel alive." Homelander snapped. "She is everything to me and she will be my wife. I can promise you that."

“Mister Gilman, your enthusiasm is appreciated. However, granting you and Miss Suarez a marriage license is a situation where the cons outweigh the benefits.” Mister Edgar responded.

“Fine, I see how it is.” Homelander snarled. “Trying to leash me like an unruly dog. Like always, but do you know who I am, Stanley? I am THE HOMELANDER, your company’s Golden Boy and America’s Hero. I can do whatever I want, however I please. And guess what? I will have Wolfdog! If you don’t grant me the license, I’ll fuck your company up so badly that you’ll file for bankruptcy before you can say ‘Holy Moses!’” He slammed his fist down on the desk, causing it to shake violent and cave in from the force. He panted, smacking his jaws as he was calming down. He looked over to Stan, glaring at him with his icy eyes.

“And remember, Stanley, I am the MOTHERFUCKING Homelander and I always get want I want." Homelander stormed off from Edgar's office.

He went over to the licensing department and bribed them for the marriage license. If it wasn't the money, it was the fear of facing his wrath should they hesitate. He was going to get what he wanted. No. What he DESERVED. His loving wife by his side, together forever.

Just them against the world.

**

He returned home to his wife and went into bed with her. She was sound asleep, her canine ears twitching occasionally. He smiled and placed a hand over her cheek.

"You are mine, my sweet, little mouse. All mine..." He whispered in her canine ear as he stroked her cheek.

Chapter 11: Bells are Ringin’ and I’m Singin’

Summary:

Wolfdog and Homelander are now husband and wife.

After what felt like an eternity, Homelander and Wolfdog were giving the marriage license by Vought. However, there were to be a few stipulations.

First and foremost, Vought was heavily invested in their privacy. That meant no press, no cameras and above all invite as LITTLE people and supes to the wedding. It was to be located on a remote island in the middle of nowhere.

Only members of The Seven were allowed, alongside close family.

The biggest stipulation was that that after the wedding and honeymoon, there was to be NO WORD of their marriage to the public or any other soul. They needed to make sure the status of Homelander being a bachelor went untarnished.

The wedding was located in a small church of the remote island. It was composed of smooth stone walls and a beautiful mosaic window showcasing a scene of Christ’s feet being washed.

Homelander was at the end of the church, nervously clenching and unclenching his jaw. The priest looked at Homelander and gave him a small smile. He took Homelander's left hand and said, "Please join me in prayer, my child. God bless you both."

Homelander raised his upper lip at the notion of God blessing them. He couldn't receive approval if that thing in question didn't exist to begin with.

"Heavenly Father, we ask that you bless this couple with divine guidance and wisdom. Ensure the sanctity of their marriage and keep them at peace. Amen." The Priest finished his prayer.

"Thank you, F...Father." Homelander was disgusted by using that word.

"No problem, my child." The priest humbly chirped, oblivious to the clear disgust Homelander was displaying.

**

Wolfdog was sitting in a small chair in the spare room of the church. She combed through her bangs on her violet hair and did some last minutes turnings to her intricate hair like adding little curls to the side.

The dress she wore like out of a fairy tale. It was a beautiful white dress that went all the way down to her hind paws. The bottom of the dress was poufy and long enough for her to grip it with her paws. The top had bell shaped sleeves and it went down to reveal her neck bones. It was by far the most provocative feature of it.

A knock came at the door. Wolfdog whipped her head around. Stan Edgar walked in through the door.

"Are you ready?" Stan asked, extending hand while he walked closer to her.

"I am." Wolfdog answered, her tail wagging.

"And you are aware that there is no going back? This is your new life." Stan asked another question.

"I am. And I wish to with him for as long as I live." She barked as though she was placed under a spell. She happily took his hand and stood up from the stool.

**

Stan Edgar accompanied Wolfdog to walk the aisle. The organ played its tune and all eyes were on the bride. Even Homelander's gaze was fixed on his soon-to-be wife. Everyone was awed by the beautiful dress that she was wearing. A veil covered her face.

She made her way towards the end of the altar, facing her soon to be husband.

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the civil union between Mister John Gilman and Miss Pom Suarez. May you be blessed with happiness and may the bond between you continue to strengthen over time.” The priest resided over mass. Homelander turned to face Wolfdog. She looked radiant, clutching her bouquet of flowers.

"If there is to be any reason for these two to not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest finished. There was a moment of silence.

"Very well, do you two have some vows you would like to cite?" The Priest asked.

The couple nodded.

"My dear Pom," Homelander started his vows. "From the moment I saw you, I knew I had found my one true mate. Your sweet demeanor, innocent appearance and pretty eyes just melts my heart. I know I've only known you for a brief time but that hasn't stopped me from falling head over heels in love with you."

Homelander paused, taking a deep breath.

"In this union we become ONE. For better or worse. In sickness and in health. Us against the world." He finished, still gripping her paws.

"My sweet John, My dearest eaglet, I came into your life without warning and with no direction in my life," Wolfdog started. "However, you have changed my life for the better. Never in my life did I imagine...all of this would happen. From becoming a part of Project E.V.E to my recruitment in The Seven, I am grateful for this journey and for you to be a part of it. As long as there is breath in my lungs, my devotion for you will never falter. I love you, John Gilman." Wolfdog vowed.

The rings were cushioned on a small pillow, which was on a small table. The both of them grabbed their rings.

"With this ring, I thee wed." Homelander placed the eagle headed ring on the ring claw of her paw.

"With this ring, I thee wed." Wolfdog said, placing a gold ring plated with two eagle heads on his finger.

“Do you, Mister Gilman, take Miss Suarez as your lawfully wedded wife? to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" The priest asked Homelander.

"I do." Homelander answered, squeezing Wolfdog's paws.

"And do you, Miss Suarez, take Mister Gilman to be your lawfully wedded husband? to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" The Priest asked Wolfdog.

"I do." Wolfdog answered, squeezing his hands in return.

“Then by the power invested in me through Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I now announce the two of you man and wife. Mister Gilman and Missus Gilman-Suarez.” The priest cheerfully announced. Homelander swooped his wife into the air with her, kissing her on the lips. The both of them embraced their marriage through this kiss and they were met with clapping.

The higher ups, including Stan Edgar watched the entire ceremony go down. They were glad that everything went smoothly, but now there were a new whole can of worms regarding the future of this relationship. They were merciful enough to grant them their marriage, now the newlyweds have to hold up their end of the deal.

It was truly a joyous time for the lovers. Even though it only consisted of The Six and a few higher ups, it was still a lively reception. There was an ice sculpture of the couple embraced in a waltz, the decorations composed of primarily plants of a tropical variety. Those that were native to the island. There was also an abundance of food and drink, also fitting theme and providing culture.

All of the Seven members were sitting on a long table by the newlyweds. Homelander and Wolfdog were positioned in the center while the remaining members sat next to the groom and bride respectively. Rhett were all congratulating them on their marriage and wishing them propsperity.

“I’m just ssssssssaying Homes, if you wife givesss you lip, sometimes you got sssshiw her whose boss!” The Deep advised.

“So, the vegan fish lover wantsssssss to tell me how I should keep my wife in line? Enlighten me with your wisdom.” Homelander sneered.

“You’re talking to sssssssssomeone who’s been married for at leasst two years now.” The Deep snapped.

“Yeah, okay. I trusted Transparent more when it came to marriage.” Homelander retorted.

“Transsslucent?! You know how many threesomes I’ve been involved with him? None of them involved his wife.” The Deep responded in shock.

The conversation was broken by the sound of glass being touched by a fork.

“Will the newlyweds like to exchange some words to the reception?” Stan Edgar asked.

**

After a lively reception, it was time for the newlyweds to head off to their honeymoon.

Homelander carried his new wife to their resort room and set her gingerly on the bed. It was made out of the softest material in Wolfdog sighed, turning over to his side.

"My sweet eaglet." She cooed, staring longingly at her husband. Husband. Her husband…what a beautiful ring to it! Her husband! Her husband! Her husband!

Her tail wagged like an over cranked motor. Never in her fantasies during her housekeeping days did she expect to be dating America’s Hero, let alone marry him. It was just all so much for her.

Homelander saw the excitement of marriage in her and pet the top of her head.

“This is the start of a new chapter.” He proudly declared, using his other hand to grab onto her paw. He squeezed it, kneeling down before the bed. “For the both of us. From now on, we are inseparable. No matter what. You're mine, my sweet, little mouse. Mine.” He continued, leaning in close. “Forever and ever, till death do us part.”

Homelander placed a kiss on her forehead, making her giggle. She got up abruptly.

"Excuse me, let me get out of this." She spoke, getting up from the bed.

Pom stripped herself of the wedding dress, reveal a bridal lingerie set. The white complimented her copper skin and was see through. Homelander bit his lip when he caught a look of her buttocks. Wolfdog turned around and caught looking, flashing him a devious smile.

The turned around, covering her body with her furry arms. Homelander sat down on the bed, hurriedly unbuckling the belt on his pants.

"Come to me, my sweet, little mouse." Homelander commanded with an air of seriousness and seduction.

Wolfdog followed the order with joy.

Notes:

Aaaaaaand that’s a wrap for “season one” !! I may go on hiatus to finer tune the later “seasons”.

I really hope you enjoyed this and I would like to know what you think.

Chapter 12: Herogasm

Summary:

After Beastmaster, the wedding, and other hijinks, The Seven are given a much deserved rest at the Herogasm.

Liberty is adamant about the accusations of Homelander and Wolfdog's "relationship", so she seeks the aid of a supe named Mind's Eye.

Notes:

WARNING: this chapter is about herogasm, so there is going to be a lot of sexual content and substance usage.

also, warning for rape in this chapter.

A blonde white woman was wearing a long length blue dress. Her shoes were white and she was wearing a pearl necklace with matching earrings. Her eyes matched the color of the dress. She was consulting a supe whose skin was entirely green. Her ears were long and sharp like an elf's. She had red hair and she was wearing a basic jean jacket with a yellow button up and jeans. Her eyes matched the color of her hair.

"Ahhh, Miss Liberty. What brings you here?" The green skinned supe asked, shuffling a deck of cards. They all had vivid imagery on them, showcasing people in different situations.

"I have come to acquire information regarding the status of Homelander and his...apprentice's 'relationship.'" Liberty inquired. "Do you know anything about it?"

"I'm afraid not." She answered. "I apologize if that is not the answer you sought."

"I see..." Liberty pulled a stack of hundred dollar bills from her purse, handing it over to the supe. "I've also heard that you are hosting this year's Herogasm, yes?"

The supe looked at the money. "Yes, that is true. I just pray that that the mansion I'm renting does not turn into a supe zoo."

"And what did you say your name was?" Liberty asked.

"Address me as Mind's Eye." She answered.

"I need you to be my spy." Liberty confided. "You are hosting the Herogasm. You know Homelander and his little posse would NEVER turn down such an invitation."

"I see, you wish to use my power to see the extent of their bond?" Mind's Eye asked. "Why do you need to know?"

"To see if the rumors are true, obviously." Liberty answered. "That, and I think it's about time all supes had a wake up call as to the kind of scum they're allowing. That...WOLFDOG wasn't even born with her powers. She had to inherit them by being a lab experiment. It is a disgrace for all supes."

She paused to collect her thoughts.

"And of course Vought had to cover their diversity quota by having a quite literal mutt be accepted in their ranks. And the CNN Special? Nothing but a pitiful sob story meant to garner views and sympathy for some illegal." She ranted, rolling her eyes at the notion.

"You must understand why I am reluctant to give you access to my abilities." Mind's Eye warned. "Using my powers for such matters can be bad news, Miss Liberty."

"I am not using your powers for harm. It is for mere curiosity and exposing the truth." Liberty retorted.

"You know what they say about curiosity." Mind's Eye cautioned.

"Curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought it back." Liberty quipped.

"Very well, I shall send an invitation to all of The Seven." She sighed, taking the stack of bills and placing it in her pockets. "It shall be a night in heaven!"

"Now then, care to give me a Tarot card reading?" Liberty asked. She never believed in that hocus pocus bullshit. To her, it was nothing but confirmation bias and looking too deep into the meaning of the cards.

But when you were around a real master of the craft like Mind's Eye, you could almost feel the images floating through the cards themselves. You could see them moving and spinning with so much precision and clarity. There was no question that the woman sitting across from her was gifted beyond compare.

Mind's Eye quickly shuffled the cards together, laying them on the table. The first card was reversed. It showed a woman sitting on a chair with two pillars on each side. One black and one white. A book was open and showcased scribbles. She was wearing a crown that was seemingly made out of bull horns.

The second card showed a surly fox steal a sword from a pile of swords. It had a cautious expression on its face as to avoid getting caught.

The third card showed five people fighting each other with clubs. They were all snarling and growling at each other as they swung their weapons at each other.

"I don't like the sign of this. If I didn't check the bottom of the deck, I would be remiss." Mind's Eye looked to the bottom of the deck. There was a bony woman dressed in a white robe. She wielded a scythe and was overlooking a mourning couple.

She held up the final card from the bottom of the deck.

"Your final card is Death, but don't fret. Death poses no threat. She represents an ending of cycles. The culmination of all your trials." She finished.

Liberty observed each card carefully. Mind's Eye was very adept at her skill.

"What do you think the cards mean specifically?" Liberty asked.

"If you ask me, it seems to be the beginning of something bittersweet." Mind's Eye answered.

"How so?" Liberty asked.

"You will be blessed with opportunity. One that neither you nor Valkyrie can pass up. You two will be of great service to the community." Mind's Eye's responded.

Liberty smiled at the good fortune.

"But, be warned, Miss Liberty," Mind's Eye continued. "This era of opportunity brings hostility."

Liberty frowned at that notion.

"Truths will be revealed. Unsavory ones. But, these truths will be a powerful weapon to wield." Mind's Eye finished.

"And I'm assuming this has to do with Homelander's posse and his little dog, too." She jested.

"They indeed do. I have a strong feeling that they will not come out of the 'Gasm unscathed. It'll only be a matter of time before they realize what they've gotten themselves into."

"Very well. Thank you for your insight." Liberty stood up from the chair, taking her purse with her.

"My pleasure. I shall see you at the 'Gasm." Mind's Eye bid her farewell as she left.

**

Herogasm.

The one event of the year that Wolfdog dreaded. Not helped by the fact that she is now a supe and EVERYONE was expecting her and Homelander at the event. At least cameras and press weren't allowed. That much she was thankful for.

If it wasn't the explicit sexual and degenerate behavior that turned her off, it was definitely the garish wastes of money. And for what? Just to have a free night of doing whatever they want without consequence? And not having to worry about the press on their ass?

This year, the event was held at a mansion hosted by Mind's Eye. Whose mansion? Who cares. It was going to be used for a night of supe related degeneracy.

“I know orgies and sex aren’t your thing,” Homelander started. “But there’s no cameras nor press. Besides, you don’t need to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with.”

“I will go for your sake.” She complied. “But promise you’ll blindfold me during the sex stuff.”

"Deal." Homelander responded.

**

The Seven had rented out a rather extravagant limo for the evening and they couldn’t be any happier. After Beastmaster, the wedding, and the other hijinks they were involved with, they needed a much deserved break. Especially with the fact that they were going to be attending the most anticipated party of the year.

They were all sharing bottles of alcohol amongst each other. Wolfdog being the only exception.

“No drinking, eh?” Lamplighter placed a hand on Wolfdog’s shoulder. She shook her head.

“it reminds me too much of my father.” Wolfdog explained. “Even the smell of it grosses me out.”

"I see." Lamplighter pulled a joint from his pocket and lit it with the tip of his finger. "Want some?"

Wolfdog nodded.

“Welcome, Seven.” The man announced, curtsying. “We have been expecting you.” He was dressed like he belonged in some French Court in the 1780s.

As all of the Seven Members walked in through the door, they were all greeted with degeneracy.

Strippers dancing on top of poles, an wealth of drugs being inserted into various supes' bodies, and all sorts of sexual activity were present.

"All right, then." Homelander sighed, taking in the sights. "You know the drill. Get drunk. Get wild. And please..."

Homelander placed both his hands up in a pleading position.

"Please do not do anything stupid. Got it?"

All of The Seven Members nodded.

"Alright, fuck off. Me and my apprentice will be with each other for the evening." Homelander finished, grabbing his wife by the shoulder and taking her with him.

The remaining members scattered.

**

Homelander and Wolfdog were side by side with each other and placed themselves at the bar. He lifted his index finger up.

“Barkeep! Bring me the Mother’s Milk!” Homelander demanded. “And what would my sweet little mouse like?”

“Just a soda. But put it in a little wine glass, so it makes it look like I’m drinking alcohol.” Wolfdog answered.

“your wish is my command.” Homelander bowed with his upper torso, his arms reaching out to the left. “And bring me a soda in a little wine glass for my apprentice!”

The bartender obeyed. In a matter of seconds he appeared with the requested drinks in hand.

Mind’s Eye was preoccupied with the discussion with another supe. She could hardly keep up with it. Something about wanting to build a new mansion with some of the money that they inherited from Vought International. From the corner of her eye, she saw that distinct American flag cape. Then, she saw blue. Then, those golden eagle heads that sat comfortably on top of his shoulders.

Next to an America’s Hero was a human animal hybrid wearing a simple maid dress that went down to her knees.

"Could it be? Do my eyes deceive me? But alas, it is none other than Wolfdog and The Homelander!" Mind's Eye waved over to the couple, motioning them to come over.

The both of them were beckoned to her and approached. She stuck a hand out to the couple, shaking both of their hands.

"You may address me as Mind's Eye." She cheerily introduced herself.

“And you clearly seem to know who we are.” Homelander boasted, puffing his chest up.

“You can never mistake the American flag cape.” Mind’s Eye smiled.

“you’re the one that gave us the personal invitation to the Herogasm, right?” Wolfdog inquired.

“I am.” Mind’s Eye answered.

“Why are you called Mind’s Eye?” Wolfdog prodded.

“Ah, so you want to see my power? I am able to sense the innermost feelings of all.” She chirped “Come, let me show you at this hour.” She escorted Homelander and Wolfdog over to a spare room in the mansion.

“Now the both of you close your eyes while I prepare.” Mind’s Eye ordered. They were all sitting in front of a round table. A crystal ball and a deck of cards with vivid imagery were in the center. Cinnamon infused incense burnt and wafted the air with its sweet scent.

Her mind was focused on their innermost feelings for each other. A feeling of warmth overcame them all. There was no doubt that the two of them care for each other. However, the heat got more intense. It was like they were being singed by fire itself. She swore she caught a vision of the couple locking themselves in a moment of intense lovemaking. Homelander was top on Wolfdog, kissing her back and clawing it with his bare hand. Wolfdog squeaked and moaned as she felt his sensual touch.

“I see…you two know each other’s bodies. And I see fire. This is the love you two embody. And I see it has drawn ire.”

Homelander stared blankly as she gave her explanation to her hocus-pocus bullshit.

“The love you two have is beyond words. Let me see what the cards say..." She shuffled the deck several times. A couple of cards were pulled. More shuffling. A few cards were sticking out of the pile and the set them to the middle of the table.

On the left was a card with a picture. It showcased a hand holding a chalice with with pouring out of it. A dove was positioned in the middle of the outpouring chalice, holding a wafer with a cross shaped cut on it.

The second card had more brutal imagery. A tower was engulfed in flames and people were falling out of it. Wolves were shown at the bottom, their mouths open and eager to eat.

The third card showed a blindfolded woman holding two swords.

“So, what does it mean?” Homelander cocked an eyebrow.

“Have patience, Golden Boy.” Mind’s Eye cautioned. “You mustn’t hasten the intuition of a fortune teller. It isn’t a toy to play with.”

She tapped the bottom of the deck, picking the card from the bottom.

“This card represents your heart’s truest desires.” Mind’s Eye explained, showing the card to the couple.

It showcased a bunch of golden coins with a pentacle in the center of them. A couple was overlooking the estate with their children and animals. An elderly man was in the distance, overlooking his generations of legacies.

“You two want to be remembered for your deeds. A legacy that never ends.” Mind’s Eye clarified.

Homelander shook his head. “That doesn’t sound like us. It most certainly doesn’t sound like me. I’ve already made my mark on the world.” He explained.

Mind’s Eye sighed. “The energy coming from these symbols is overflowing. Your very soul wants to create your own name in history books. You yearn for everyone to be bowing on their knees at the sight of you.” Mind’s Eye provided insight.

As much as he wanted to deny it, it was true. His biggest turn on was having support from these creatures known as humans. Whether that was wanting a mere autograph or be graced with his presence, they were worshiping him. He was God on Earth. But it wasn’t enough to receive the love of the people. No. He needed something better. Every supe can gain love from humans just by merely flexing a fraction of their power. He wanted to be immortalized. Even better! No other supe aside Soldier Boy has obtained such a status.

He was a living legend and he planned to remain that way. Sooner or later, there will be no one alive to dispute his greatness. All would praise and prostrate themselves in front of him.

A baby.

he can make a legacy by having a baby! That was something Soldier Boy never achieved.

He looked over to his wife. She would be the perfect mother. If not for her kind and gentle demeanor, it would most certainly be that body of hers that would be able to carry it. Sure, she may have to lose about twenty pounds, but they can manage it.

"Huh, I never thought about it that way." Wolfdog pondered. "I've been scared as to the kind of legacy I will behind. How will I be perceived after I am long gone."

"Would you like to hear the rest?" Mind's Eye asked.

Wolfdog enthusiastically nodded her head.

"The Ace of Cups represents deep emotions and intimacy. You two share an undeniable bond. One full of delicacy." Mind's Eye pointed to the card.

"The Tower is the only Major Arcana card in this reading. It is also the most destructive. Watch yourselves for you may end up in a situation that will have you pleading." She continued. "The last card signifies clarity and decision making. Trust yourself. This is your time of awakening."

The both of them observed the cards, trying to figure out how it pertained to their lives.

"Any inquiries?" Mind's Eye asked.

"You never told us what it all means." Homelander said impatiently, shaking his head.

"It means that the bond you two share is undeniable. But, there will huge shifts with it. If you are not careful, the bond will no longer be viable." Mind's Eye revealed.

The both of them looked at each with fear. The woman really was talented at this. They looked back to Mind's Eye.

"Any other inquiries?" Mind's Eye prodded. The visions alongside her power had confirmed the open secret.

The both of them shook their heads and left.

"Farewell, Golden Boy and Wolfdog. I hope my powers served you well."

**

Queen Maeve took a long drag out of the cigarette. She was outside the back the back of the mansion. There was a courtyard with a large pool overlooking it. She overlooked the people attending the party and having the time of their lives. She sighed, Placing her hand on her chin and overlooking the railing of the courtyard. She didn’t really have any thought. Preoccupied with the sight of people, talking, followed by a few engaging in making out.

She rolled her eyes as she saw it and took another drag.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you.” A voice broke her trance of people.

She turned her head around and saw a blonde woman wearing a red dress. Her hair was in a bob. The top of the dress dipped down in the center, revealing cleavage. She was wearing small black choker and her body was littered with freckles. A beauty mark was present by the right side of her mouth.

"Are you Queen Maeve?" The woman asked.

"The one and only." She answered, lifting her arms up to show her outfit. Compared to the woman's, it's wasn't elegant. Mostly her wearing a white shirt with blue jeans and a plaid long sleeve shirt. She was also wearing Doc Martens and a beanie to match.

"Huh, with that outfit, I wouldn't have guessed." She quipped.

Queen Maeve Shot her an offended look.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"What I'm saying is that if I was a member of the Seven, I would at least make an effort to make myself more presentable. My name's Temerity." She introduced herself, extending a hand.

Queen Maeve smiled and shook her hand.

"You don't mind if I stand out here and smoke with you, right?" Temerity asked, pulling out a vape from her dress.

"Not at all." Queen Maeve answered.

"What brings you here to the Herogasm?" Temerity prodded, making small talk with the red haired supe.

"The same as everyone else. Cheap liquor, drugs, and sex." She huffed, taking another drag out of the cigarette. "You?"

"Just looking for fun." She retorted. "If you catch my uhh...Tokyo Drift."

Queen Maeve stared at her blankly for a few seconds before snorting and then chuckling.

"Okay, that was pretty corny." Queen Maeve said, wiping a tear out of her eye.

"Not as corny as where you're from, Miss Midwest." Temerity quipped.

Queen Maeve chuckled.

"Your name is Temerity? If I had known, I would have called you The Jokester." She quipped, making the blonde supe smile.

"Why are you called Queen Maeve?" Temerity asked, her eyes lidding down as she spoke.

Queen Maeve smiled and flicked the lit cigarette off the railing.

"Why don't you came with me and find out." She purred, taking Temerity's hand and walking inside the mansion with her.

**

"Miss Liberty, I just received word about Wolfdog and Homelander." Valkyrie flew down to her level, relaxing his golden wings. His hair was a fiery orange and he was wearing a navy blue long sleeve shirt with black slacks and matching shoes. Accompanied with the shirt was brooch containing a golden eagle with two heads.

"Did you? What did she find?" Liberty inquired. She also wore something to fit with the occasion. It was a black dress that complimented her chest and had a split on one leg that exposed bare skin. She wore matching heels, a choker, and a brooch that had a golden eagle with two heads on it.

"There is something romantic going on." He answered. "She had a vision of them making love."

"The feelings. Anything about their feelings for each other?" She prodded. "Was she able to truly sense it?"

"Not the full extent." He answered. "According to Mind's Eye, she was overwhelmed by the fiery emotions."

"Is that so? Very well then." She placed on hand on his shoulder and directed him close to her. "We are going to look for them."

The both of them walked around the mansion until they found the duo that they were looking for. Both Homelander and Wolfdog were next to each on the couch, taking rips with A-Train and Lamplighter.

"There they are." She cooed, getting a close look at the couple. They were talking and laughing amongst each other.

That was when she saw it.

The both of them quickly scouted and scanned the immediate area for anyone. Then, Homelander planted a kiss on Wolfdog's lip. To hear the rumors was one thing, but to see the forbidden romance be played out was another.

Either way, her suspicions were confirmed. And it was about damn time.

Now for the next phase of the plan.

She and Valkyrie walked over to the sofa and presented themselves.

"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore." Liberty cited, spreading her arms as she introduced herself. "Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

"The New Colossus." Homelander caught the citation. "Didn't know you knew that one. Color me impressed."

"Rather appropriate considering my name. I am Liberty." She extended a hand out to Homelander. He responded by taking it and giving it a kiss, like a proper gentleman.

"A fine supe name." He retorted.

Wolfdog pinned her ears back as she watched them interact. She was weirded out by the kiss on the hand, but it wasn't romantic! He was just trying to be proper and polite. But, wouldn't a normal handshake be fine.

She shook her head.

"And these are the other members, I see." Liberty quipped.

All three supes gave their form of acknowledgement in the form of waving. She assessed each of them. But the one she was assessing the most was Wolfdog. She curled her lip in disgust when she saw the canine supe. What a disgusting display. Homelander truly was desperate...

"Mister Homelander, I would like to have some time with you alone and speak to you with my apprentice." Liberty requested.

"You can talk to us about it." Wolfdog piped in. "If it's about your apprentice, why does it have to be in private? We can talk to each other, ya know?"

Liberty shot her a glare.

"This doesn't concern you, doggirl! You will speak unless spoken to." Liberty snapped, making Wolfdog growl as she spoke.

"Now, now. Let's not cause a scene." Homelander pleaded, patting his wife on the head. "My wi-apprentice does raise a valid point. You have an apprentice just like me. Let's talk about it here."

Liberty sharply inhaled before sighing. "Very well." She said with a tone of defeat. "But please don't make this hard for me."

Homelander gave her a concerned look, but nodded nonetheless. Liberty and Valkyrie took a seat next to Homelander and Wolfdog.

"Now, your apprentice." Homelander inquired.

"THIS...is Valkyrie. Son of Night Owl and Turtle Dove. An apprentice I personally took on myself. Just like you, Mister Homelander." She introduced him.

"I'm greatly honored to meet you guys. Especially you, Mister Homelander. I always looked up to you as a child. Don't tell my father I said that." He quipped.

Homelander responded with a laugh.

"No worries sport, your secret is safe with me." He retorted.

As the three of them continued with the conversation, A-Train tapped her on the shoulders. Wolfdog was startled by the touch.

"You've done psychs?" A-Train asked.

Wolfdog tilted her head.

"Psychs? Molly? Acid? You've at least eaten, shrooms, right?" He clarified.

"I haven't done psychs since I was in college." Wolfdog responded.

"Is that so?" A-Train retorted. "Want some? We're candyflipping."

"Candyflipping?!" Wolfdog exclaimed. "I haven't even done molly!"

"Welp, today's your lucky day." He gave her some liquid, a tab, and a pill for her to consume. Without hesitation, Wolfdog popped the pill into her system and quickly swallowed the liquid to avoid the foul aftertaste.

The tab swirled around her tongue for abut a minute before swallowing it completely.

"So, how long before the drugs kick in?" Wolfdog asked, looking over to A-Train.

"About forty-five minutes, according to Night Owl." He answered. "Don't be afraid to try different things. You might enjoy something you would think you hate."

"I'll try keeping that in mind. Thanks, Mister A-Train." She said, looking down at the liquid she had just swallowed. It was alcohol but she didn't know which. It all smelled and burned her throat the same way. It also reminded her of her alcoholic father in a bizarre nostalgic kind of way.

Time had passed and Wolfdog was left alone due to many supes wanting a moment of the limelight with A-Train and the others. At best, it was a lot of ass kissing. At worst, it was some kind of weird offer of sex for a taste of fame.

Another supe sat next to Wolfdog. She took a good look at him. He was a short but bulkier supe, his body seemingly made out of metal. The chest area resembled a furnace, with cages covering the inside of the core.

"Who are you?" Wolfdog asked, perking up her ears.

"My name is Iron Lungs." The supe responded.

"Why are you called Iron Lungs?" She questioned.

"Watch and observe." Iron Lungs took the large bong and torched the main piece.

Thick smoke chimneyed to the top and he placed his lips on the top. His head tilted back, exhaling heavily. When he turned his face upward, his lungs were clearly inflated. The were glowing a bright orange, like as though they were lit by embers.

"And you must be Wolfdog. Homelander's apprentice, yes?" Iron Lungs asked.

"Y-Yes, sir." She answered.

Iron Lungs smiled. "Is this your first time at Herogasm?"

"As a member of The Seven, yes." She replied. "What about you?"

"Nope. Been to this party quite a few times." Iron Lungs answered. "Primarily for fun. Some of it is business related."

"Really?" Wolfdog chirped.

"Yep. I use it as an opportunity to form connections with other supes. But, enough about me. Let's talk about you." His voice trailed off as he was checking Wolfdog out with his eyes. She had a very doe-eyed expression that would have made the coldest of supes melt into a puddle. Her body wasn't too bad either. Nice and plump but not too plump.

"Tell me, what's it like being part of an elite group like The Seven?" Iron Lungs asked, taking another hit from the bong.

"It's...nice." Wolfdog started. "I like being a part of it. They're like family to me. A weird family, but family none the less."

"That's understandable." Iron Lungs responded. "But there's more than meets the eye, isn't there?"

"Yea, yea." She replied.

"Your connection with Homelander." Iron Lungs emphasized. "It's been the talk of the Tower since you came along."

"Oh..." Wolfdog stared down at her drink. Her stomach had dropped to the floor and was pinned against it. Her entire body felt frozen as if it were stuck inside a block of ice.

"Don't worry, we won't tell him anything about our conversation." Iron Lungs assured her.

“There’s nothing going on.” Wolfdog responded bluntly. “In fact, I’m getting a little pissed that a bunch of people want to pry into my personal life and act like they know every single detail about me or my relationship with Homelander. America’s Hero takes on an apprentice and inducts her into The Seven. Big whoop. It doesn’t make me a messiah or a freak. I AM Wolfdog, taken under Homelander’s wing and member of The Seven.” She finished and took another swig of the alcohol. It was just a smigde okayer than the previous swig.

“Maybe that’s true.” Iron Lungs conceded. “But don’t you think you should find out why so many people care?”

Wolfdog tilted her head at the supe.

“It all boils down to jealousy and bigotry. They judge me for not being born with my powers and for being a ‘lab experiment’. If it’s not that, it’s because they’re mad they weren’t accepted into The Seven.” She ranted, her shoulders growing tense and her paws gripping the red cup.

“Look,” Iron Lungs stood up straight and clasped his hands behind his back. “Let me ask you this: What does Homelander want you to do? Him having an apprentice implies that he may get replaced one day.”

“Nobody will ever replace Homelander. I could never live up to those kinds of expectations.” She declared firmly. “It’s not even possible. You’ll never find a supe with as much power as him. Ever.”

Iron Lungs leaned in closer to Wolfdog.

"Do you really believe that? He may have a bunch powers and is Vought's Golden Boy, but have you seen his fits of hysteria? One minute he's ranting about blowing up all of civilization for not worshipping the ground he walks on, and the next he's crying over some woman after being with her for five minutes. And THAT'S the supe Vought chooses to represent us? And of course, all of his crimes are met with nothing more but a slap on the wrist." Iron Lungs finished his rant and took another hit from the bong. He coughed a few times before setting it on the table.

Wolfdog shook her head vigorously.

"Homelander is not perfect. When you have the pressure of Vought and America on your hands, that is bound to happen. He apologizes when he gets short with me." She defended her husband. "He was actually extremely supportive of me joining The Seven."

"Is that so?" Iron Lungs commented. "Well, since you and Homelander aren't a thing, are you...looking for some fun tonight?" Iron Lungs bit his lip and took his shot. He rubbed his hand up Wolfdog's furry arm, which she immediately recoiled from.

"Oh, ummm, I'm sorry. I'm...I'm not really looking for that." Wolfdog rejected him.

“You'll change your mind once when the drugs kick in." Iron Lungs responded. "Speaking of which, are you okay? You've been sweating like a sinner in church since we started talking."

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I just, I have this horrible headache. I think it’s because I’m dehydrated.” Wolfdog lied.

“Sure..." Iron Lungs retorted, refusing to buy it. He placed his arm around Wolfdog's shoulder, rubbing the back of it for a moment. Wolfdog swatted him away, angrily standing up from the couch.

"What part of no does your pea brain not comprehend? Apparently the whole fucking concept!" Wolfdog yelled, spilling her drink at him and storming off to the bathroom.

Wolfdog washed herself in the bathroom sink while grumbling to herself. The cool water hydrated her skin.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" Wolfdog angrily ranted to herself while using a small towel to dry up her face. "Thinking he knows all the details of my life? No one knows anything about us!”

She heard slow clapping and looked up. There was no one there.

That was until she saw her husband in the reflection of the mirror. She quickly turned around, expecting him to materialize in the physical realm. However, he wasn't there. She turned back to the mirror.

"You're right, little mouse. No one knows anything about us. NO ONE understands us." He spoke to her through the mirror. "But, that's irrelevant. We're together forever. Us against the world. Husband and Wife. Allow me to demonstrate my devotion..." Homelander pushed his arm through the mirror and grabbed Wolfdog by the throat. With his arm, he threw her through the mirror.

She was falling at an alarmingly fast rate. Her paws were blindly groping at anything she could grab to help alleviate the fall. She realized that there was no chance of surviving, she closed her eyes and placed her paws over her face.

She anticipated the impact but there was none.

Homelander was gripping onto her, helping her descend gently at the very last second.

"You see? My devotion to you will never die." The drug illusion of Homelander assured her. Wolfdog was shaking like a leaf. Her heart was pounding against her ears. She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling onto his suit.

"My eaglet..." She mewed. That was when she felt something heavy and tight around her neck. It was a thick golden collar with a chain that never seemed to end. She brought her paws down to try to get the collar off but the more she tried, the tighter it became. It wasn't going anywhere. She began to panic. Her breathing increased drastically. Her mind was beginning to slip.

The mirage of Homelander faded and she was left in a pitch black room. The only source of light seemingly coming from a spotlight with no source. The chain was still on her. She tugged and tugged at it to avail.

Homelander reappeared, but this time he had a blank look on his face.

"My eaglet...?" She cooed, extending a paw out.

Homelander slapped it away from him.

"DON'T." He ordered. "You really think you can live up my expectations? To leave a legacy? You're more naïve than I thought!" He laughed as his eyes turned red. Wolfdog flinched as she anticipated the worst.

"No." He said bluntly. "No, no, no. That won't do." Homelander talked to himself. "You're not even worthy to die like that. Instead, you will live with shame for the REST of your miserable life. A fate worse than death."

Tears welted through Wolfdog's eyes.

"Wait! My love, my eaglet!" Wolfdog begged. "I'm sorry for disappointing you! I can be better!"

Homelander ignored her pleas and left into the void.

"Homelander! Please, come back! I'll be good! I promise! I'll be good! I'll be good! I'll be good!"

She repeated that phrase as she was convulsing and twisting her head in bizarre angle. She was incomprehensible.

Homelander was unable to properly get a true grasp of Liberty and Valkyrie. He was dragged by every which by various supes and fans begging for a fraction of attention. He was several Mother's Milks, a few joints, and quite a few girls on his tongue deep into himself. He had just finished masturbating to some pictures of women that were seemingly pregnant on his phone. He made his way out of the main bathroom when his wife ran to him with open arms. He was startled by her initially, but embraced her.

"My love, I am sorry for letting you down! I want be good to you! I will be good! I can behave! Promise!" Woldog panicked as she spoke to him.

"Shhh-hhh, Honey. Your pupils are like dinner plates." He commented.

She stopped hyperventilating, realizing that she was behaving strangely.

"You took some drugs, didn't you?" He cooed, petting her on the head. Wolfdog's tail started wagging as she was being petted.

"I-I did. Forgive me, my eaglet."

"No, no." Homelander retorted, lifting her up and carrying her like a little princess. "You are at the supe epicenter for hedonism. You're just simply a passenger. Buckle up. It's gonna be a bumpy ride." He wiggled his shoulders while making a suggestive look with his eyebrows.

"And NO ONE but The Golden Boy shall have me for tonight!" Wolfdog announced to every supe in the vicinity. It was by far the most obscene declaration of love she confessed to Homelander. But for him, this was better than any drug he placed in his system.

He took Wolfdog to one of the spare bedroom in the mansions and claimed her for the night. Their tongues were interlocked and their bodies were infused to one another. The two of them were occupied with each other for the whole night.

Their moment of lovemaking came to a climax when one of Homelander's misguided lasers struck one of the beams on the room, causing the left side to cave in. The both of them cuddled next to each other on the bed as the looked on the horizon of the collapsed portion.

Liberty and Valkyrie heard all of the noises that came from the bedroom and nearly became victim to a couple of Homelander's misguided lasers. Even though there wasn't much they could do for now, it made Liberty grin from ear to ear.

The night just keeps getting better and better.

**

"I...Uhh...wow..." Queen Maeve sighed in between breaths. That was far better than any man she had been with. And, it was much better than Homelander's bizarre form of lovemaking.

"Shhat wasssh amashing!" Temerity spoke through the ball gag. Queen Maeve took the ball gag out of her mouth, which made a wet pop sound.

"I never knew you had a thing for women, Miss Maeve." Temerity said, biting her lip and blushing. The blindfold was still around her eyes.

"I didn't either." She went to retrieve a cigarette from the the nightstand. She also grabbed a lighter and flicked it a few times. She placed her lips on the tip of it and inhaled. Smoke bellowed out of her mouth. She place the tip on Temerity and she inhaled. Smoke also came out of her mouth.

"Do you want me to take that off?" Queen Maeve asked.

"If you don't mind. I would hate to forget the face of the female supe who used me as her property." Temerity mewed, smirking at her pickup line. Queen Maeve smiled and removed the blindfold off her eyes.

"Ahh, the only and only Queen Maeve." Temerity sighed, nuzzling her face in between her chest. "What made you decide to try women this time? I always that you were stiffer than a board."

"I don't know. Okay, maybe I know." She changed her mind. "Maybe it was because was because of my relationship with Homelander."

"Did...Did something bad happen?" Temerity asked, her voice filled with concern.

"If you're thinking that he beat me or raped me, you're sorely mistaken." Queen Maeve retorted. If there was one thing she hated, it would be people prying into her previous relationships. Not mitigated by the fact that she was publicly dating Homelander. The media and fans always thought they knew everything about their relationship. If only they knew what was going on behind closed doors.

"Although, asking him to put his ego aside for once was like telling a meth addict to stop shooting. I swear he could literally get high off it more than any drug he's put in himself." She continued.

"I see. Did he care about you...at all?"

Queen Maeve paused to reflect on that question. There were moments where Homelander truly did care for her. Like how he gifted her with a bracelet for her birthday, remembering small details about her, and even helping her with that cat stuck on a high balcony. She sighed.

"In some ways, he did. However, the love of his life is only him. It had taken me a while to realize that." She answered.

"Do you still love him?" Temerity asked.

She couldn't help but wonder that herself. Did she still love him? Romantically, no. Platonically...it's complicated. On the one hand, she hated him for how he treated her throughout the relationship. He never hit her, yes, however he was emotionally draining to be around. When his ego wasn't being satiated, he was often engaging in self sabotaging habits like smoking weed and sleeping with other women who resembled her. When those backfired, Queen Maeve or one of The Seven or Vought would be responsible for cleaning up the mess.

"In a way, I do. But I am GLAD that I am not dating him. Part of me does wish I could go back to the good old days, but I just know that's nostalgia being a liar again."

"So then, what do you think of Wolfdog? She seems to be awfully close to him for someone who's supposed to be taken under his wing." She pressed.

"I don't hate her, if that's what you're thinking." Queen Maeve answered. "She's a good person, although she suffers from what I like to call the Wide-Eyed Supe Phenomenon. Every time a supe gets inducted, they think they're going to change the world. Two years later and they're complicit in murder and taking bribes from Vought corpo rats." She took another hit from cigarette and blew smoke. "That doesn't mean I won't bat for her. She's a valuable member of The Seven."

Temerity hummed. "I probably shouldn't be asking those kinds of questions."

"No, no. You're fine." Queen Maeve retorted. "I'm glad I'm talking about this to someone. To have an open ear and not be judged."

"I appreciate your honesty." Temerity said.

Queen Maeve exhaled and stared into the corner of the room. "I don't even remember the last time I've slept with a woman before. Maybe when I was in college." She reminisced. "It feels strange having sex with someone who isn't a male."

She paused to process her thoughts.

"However, that didn't matter tonight. Your body was unlike anything I've ever experienced." She spoke sincerely. "You felt so warm and soft against mine."

She let out a soft giggle.

"I'm really hoping we can make this a regular thing."

Temerity smiled and looked at her. "We can always exchange numbers..."

**

"You don't have to be so nervous. Nothing'sssssss gonna happen to you." The Deep reassured Starlight as he took a hit from his vape pen.

"I know that. But, you know these kinds of things aren't my thing..."

"Then why the fuck did you come here?" He sneered.

"Because everyone else was coming! And everyone knows this is THE event every supe goes to." Starlight explained.

The Deep blew smoke on Starlight's face, which caused her to gag and recoil.

"And don't blow that thing near my direction!" She cried in between her coughing.

"Chrissssssst almighty, you're more uptight than Homelander on his worst day." He laid down on the bed and took another hit. "Do you even have fun? You're suppossssssed to be the bright, bubbly one, remember?"

"I CAN have fun." Starlight defended herself. "Just because I don't smoke or have sex doesn't make me a prude."

"Yeah, yeah, that's what the always say." The Deep dismissed her.

Starlight shot him an offended look. She went over to the pantry and found some red wine. She pulled the cork off it and downed the bottle with a few gulps before spitting some out. She handed the bottle over to The Deep. She laid herself down on her bed.

"Finally wisssssssssssed up." He took the bottle and took a few gulps before licking his lips of the content. It was sour with a hint of sweetness. He placed the empty bottle on the nightstand and went towards the pantry. He grabbed another bottle and downed it.

"If there's anything I've learned from these kind of events, is that when in doubt, ssssssssssstick to alcohol." The Deep grabbed a chair and placed on the door, making sure no one would get in. That's weird, she thought to herself. Why did he need to do that? Once when the door was secure, he headed towards the bed where Starlight was.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. Maybe he was just comforting her. At first, it was a few pats followed by some stroking. He caressed her shoulder until he was rubbing her arm. Starlight turned around immediately.

"What are you doing?" She asked, worried.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." The Deep answered. His voice was smooth and calm. Too calm. He must've gotten high on something hard if he thinks this is an appropriate way to act.

"Well, stop touching me like that. It's weird." She retorted. She placed a blanket over herself to shield herself from him.

The touching stopped for a moment. But then he would routinely touch her arm again. Each time, Starlight made sure to put more distance between them. However, the whole charade was just too tiring. She was drunk and starting to feel the affects of the vape. Her lids were getting heavy and it was harder to stay awake. Before she knew it, she was tuckered out.

The Deep stripped himself naked and got under the sheets with Starlight. She awoke hearing him get on top of the bed and tried to scream, only for him to put a mouth over her hand.

"Shh-hhh, be quiet." He ordered. "Just stay still. It'll be over in a few minutes."

He moved his head close to hers and continued breathing heavily into her ear.

Her mind raced with questions. What was happening? What is he doing? Why was he naked? Why is he on top of her naked?

That was when his face came close to hers. His breath reeked of alcohol and whatever the hell he had been smoking of out of that vape pen. She turned her head to the side to prevent him from kissing her lips.

He started sucking on her cheek, making sure to scrape some of it with his tongue. Starlight started panicking, screaming through his hand and shaking. The Deep stopped her screaming by placing a pillow over her head.

**

The next days blurred for Starlight and she wasn't able to remember anything after the assault. Apparently, she went to the hospital to receive a rape kit and filed an anonymous report regarding the incident. Why? Who the hell knows, she thought to herself. All she wanted is peace of mind.

She DESPISED going to the shower. Even when she knew she was alone, the thought of being naked sent a chill down her spine.

Starlight sat at the shower, the hot water scalding her skin. She scrubbed her body as hard as she could, trying her hardest to forget the incident.

It didn’t happen, it didn’t happen, it didn’t happen, she kept repeating the mantra to herself. Kevin didn’t do that to her. That was someone else! Besides, it was her fault! She wasn’t supposed to be at the Herogasm and she got herself high and drunk!

No matter how hard she tried to delude herself, the truth would haunt her. All of it happened and it was only a matter of time.

As she turned off the off the water, she still sat in the bathtub. She was holding herself, eyes bloodshot from crying. Was she going crazy? How could she have forgotten such an awful night?

Did she ever tell anyone? No. Because she knew what people would think. Another dumb blonde who got herself drunk and got raped as a result. And at the Herogasm no less! The next thing you know, they would probably start asking questions about how much she had to drink or how revealing her outfit may have been.

No one could know about this. Not for her sake, but more for The Seven's and their image.

Chapter 13: But As Our Lives Change, Come Whatever

Summary:

After the Herogasm, several of the Seven Members decide to live their lives for a moment.

Starlight is dealing with the aftermath of being raped.

Queen Maeve is developing emotions for Temerity.

A-Train is training for the Speedster Speedway.

A-Train and Kevin were inside the Vought run gymnasium. Despite its modern exterior, its interior revealed nothing but wood and wood. The standard bleachers on one side and the court on the other. A-Train was running his usual laps around the gymnasium with his brother tracking the speed with a stop watch.

But something wasn't right.

He ran for about fifteen seconds. Why did the timer mark it as over thirty seconds? That can't be right...

"Kevin!" A-Train shouted towards his brother. "Can you make sure the time is right? It's saying I'm doubling the timing."

"Sure thing." He responded, resetting the stopwatch. "Ready?"

"As I can be." A-Train responded.

"Go!" Kevin shouted, starting the stopwatch.

A blue streak was the only thing present. However, this would prove effortless.

47.64 seconds.

A-Train shook his head in defeat.

"There's something wrong that stopwatch, let me see it." A-Train demanded.

"Face it, baby bro. You're just not as fast as you used to be." Kevin quipped. "At this rate, I think Shockwave is going to steal your thunder."

"Shockwave?! That chicken shit of a speedster? He WISHES he could be like me." He snapped.

"Hey, hey, relax. I'm only playing. How long is it until Speedster Speedway anyways?"

"Two weeks." A-Train answered. "And if I'm gonna keep my title as America's Premiere Speedster, I have to reach fifteen seconds!"

"And how are you going to do that in a matter of two weeks?" Kevin asked. "Face it, baby bro. You might be in for some steep competition this year."

Steep competition. He couldn't deny the younger speedsters were making strides without so much as breaking a sweat. He truly was getting left in the dust. And despite his earlier shit talking over Shockwave, that young supe was showing a lot of promise. It would only be a matter of time before the Remaining Six start to look at him and ask for possible recruitment....

That was unless he could get a little "boost" to help with his performance.

"Anyways, it's gonna be late. I gotta pick up my daughter from school." Kevin said, looking at the time on the phone. Same time, same place?"

"Same time, same place." A-Train repeated. Ashe watched his brother leave, he felt a sharp pain on his left arm.

Huh, strange…He thought to himself.

**

He had gotten home to his place some minutes later than he anticipated. That's the consequence for trying to maintain yourself.

But, that doesn't mean he should deny himself a reward every once in a while. He had couple of dirty magazines somewhere in here...where the hell were they?

Oh, they were by the mattress.

He must have been tugging at himself for a few minutes for there to be no results. Usually, the Sports Illustrated were enough to do it. But, this time, it wasn't.

In fact, when was the last time he got hard?

**

He was enjoying some time with a female supe a couple of weeks ago. He took her to his place after a couple drinks and started stripping and making out with each other. The lovemaking was brief as she was disappointed by the lack of action.

"I am sorry." He apologized. "This usually never happens-"

"I should have known better than to hook up with a speedster! At least I would gotten some satisfaction from The Deep!" The female supe left, putting on her clothes in the process.

**

"So, it's been a while since you've gotten hard?" A medic supe was tending to A-Train in one of the medical rooms of the Tower. He had strawberry blonde hair and wearing scrub that were navy blue. He was writing down some notes on paper which were attached to a clipboard.

"It..has." A-Train was very hesitant to confess.

The medic supe wrote down some notes.

"It says here that you've had prior moderate exposure to Compound V. Have you come into contact with Compound V since then?" Nurse Lionheart supe asked.

"No." He lied.

The last thing he needed was to jeopardize his position for the Speedster Speedway. It's already bad enough that he was losing speed. If they were to find out about his Compound V usage, being disqualified from the Speedway would be the least of his concerns.

"And you also mentioned feeling sluggish and having a sharp pain in your arm?" Nurse Lionheart prodded.

"Yes." A-Train answered.

More notes were taken, followed by a few "mmmhmmms".

"My main concern is whether these issues will affect my chances of participating in the Speedster Speedway." A-Train said.

"Ahh." He responded. "If I had a dollar for every time a speedster asked me that. But, to answer your question, it may affect your ability to participate."

"How so?" A-Train asked, his voiced filled with concern.

"Depends. If you simply rest and take it easy, there won't be any problems. My main concern with you is how you're overexerting yourself. Please, give yourself some rest, Mister A-Train."

"I will." He made an empty promise.

"Now, do you still need help with the erectile dysfunction? I have some pills you can pop and will make your erections harder than a two by four!" Nurse Lionheart inquired.

**

"Hey Hughie, do you want to play reverse strip war with me?" Kimiko asked, holding up a deck of playing cards.

"Don't...Don't you have a meeting to go to? At the Women's Shelter?" Hughie questioned. "Besides, I'm cooking."

"That's not until tomorrow. Besides, what are you making?" She pried

"Arroz verde, cerda asada, y cebolitas." He answered. "And I'm also making a pot of coffee. Give me a couple of minutes, okay?"

**

Billy was on the phone with a lit cigarette on his right hand.

"Beastmaster was killed by that Wolfdog, yea?" Billy clarified.

"Wolfdog? Who said anything about Wolfdog?" Elizabeth Mallory asked, confused by the statement.

"That's what Vought's been spinning it to." Billy explained.

"Figures. Anything to make Homelander's Lap Dog look good." Elizabeth quipped.

Billy took a drag out of his cigarette.

“But there’s a problem with the theory of Wolfdog being Beastmaster’s killer,” Elizabeth began to explain.

“Which is?” Billy inquired.

“The injury on his chest. When looking the autopsy report, there’s a hole where Beastmaster’s heart used to be.” She continued. “Wolfdog may be strong, but she’s not brutal enough to conduct that kind of behavior.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate her, Miss Mallory.” He advised. “I’ve had run ins that animal.”

“But she’s not strong enough to take him on one on one!” Elizabeth argued. “You’re easy for her because you’re a human with Temp V. Were there any other supes with her?”

“Aye. Homelander and the Freak from The Black Lagoon were present. Alongside his little dog, too.” He replied.

“Do you think Homelander was responsible for it?” Elizabeth inquired. “And even if he did, why would he do that?”

“Power. He hates seeing other supes steal the limelight.” Billy concluded.

Elizabeth sharply exhaled. “If you say so.” She remarked. “Alright, I’ll call you back for more info. For now, your mission will be to find Sandstorm’s whereabouts. The last we heard of her was she was hiding with Beastmaster.”

“Aye. That will be done.” Billy hung up the phone and tossed the lit cigarette on the floor of the porch. He pressed on it and turned his foot a few times, snuffing out the cigarette.

He went inside the house.

**

Hughie and Kimiko were both naked in the living room, the both of them holding a full hand of cards.

“So, how does think work?” Hughie inquired.

“You’ve played war, right?” Kimiko inquired.

“Yes, just not this way…” his cheeks turned red against his tan skin.

“Same premise, different object.” Kimiko explained. “If you win, you get a piece of clothing back. If I win, you stay naked and I get my clothes.”

“Sounds fair.” Hughie acquiesced.

“Here goes nothing.” Kimiko exclaimed.

She dealt the first card and it was dealt to Hughie. He held up the card.

Hughie won this round. He was rewarded his boxers, which he hastily placed back on.

She played another card. Hughie drew another.

Kimiko had the higher number. She was given her bra and panties.

Both drew their cards. It was the same number.

"WAR!" Kimiko exclaimed, setting up three cards quickly. Hughie did the same.

The cards were flipped over and revealed their total sums.

Hughie was victorious.

“Don’t get too cocky. We’re far from over.” She warned, pulling a card and setting it on the table. She gave Hughie his pants for the victory.

Billy walked in on the two of them playing reverse strip war and rolled his eyes in disbelief.

“Kids these days…” he muttered to himself as he went towards the kitchen.

“There’s arroz verde, cerda asada, y cebolitas.” Hughie called to Billy. “I’ve also got a pot of coffee going.”

“Thank you, Hughie.” Billy acknowledged him. “Maybe I’ll get you a pretty sundress with an apron.”

“You know I’ll look good in it. I was born with my mother’s good looks after all.” He flaunted himself.

He fixed himself a plate of food and sat himself down by the table. If there’s one thing he was grateful for, it would be Hughie’s knack for cooking. Even though he’s been living on his own for a while, he still appreciates home cooked meals. After finishing his plate, he looked at the clock and realized it was almost 10 PM.

He made himself a cup of coffee and went to the study room. He pulled a Manila envelope from his drawer. The name shown on it was "Dahlia 'Sandstorm' Maina". It contained al of the information he knew about her. Appearance, age, power, backstory. The only thing that was really missing is current whereabouts. From what he remembered, she was last with Beastmaster at the facility.

He could make a visit to it in the morning. For now, he needed some rest.

**

"Hi, I was looking for Temerity?" Queen Maeve spoke on the phone.

"That would be thee, how may I help you?" Temerity responded on the other side of the phone.

"Well, there's no other way to put it. You've been in my thoughts. Do you wanna...."

"Send me the location and I'm on it like flies on shit!" Temerity cheerfully responded.

**

The both of them visited a local cat café. It was a very small but quaint place. White walls with intricate planks for the felines to climb round. A long ledge served as seated, alongside the typical chairs excepted of a small café.

Queen had gotten herself a a cup of coffee, whereas Temerity treated herself to some Matcha green tea. a cream colored cat had her tummy exposed, purring and licking at one of her paws. Queen Maeve stroked at her fur.

"We should make this our hangout spot." Temerity commented. "What do you think, Mads?"

"Sounds wonderful. It also doesn't hurt to be filled with free serotonin machines." She continued petting the cat.

"Did you just call a cat a serotonin machine?" Temerity asked.

"Do you deny it? Besides, even if it wasn't a serotonin machine, she'd make some. One way or another." Queen Maeve retorted.

Temerity laughed.

**

“Good morning, Miss Starli-” A Vought Security Guard placed a hand on her shoulder.

Bad move.

The Vought Security Guard’s greeting was reciprocated with being slammed on the ground by just one arm with the supe. Thankfully, he wasn’t killed nor maimed, but it was one hell of a wake up call.

Many of the Vought employees looked in horror, a few female executives with their hands over their mouths. They awkwardly transitioned back to their usual affair, still keeping a sharp eye on Starlight.

Starlight immediately helped the guard up and brushed himself uniform.

“Oh, my God! I am so, so, so, sorry about that!” Starlight profusely apologized. “I-I-I thought you were someone else…” She stopped herself from oversharing.

“It’s uhh…it’s uhhh…quite alright, Miss Starlight.” The Security Guard assured her. “I just wasn’t expecting to be tossed by America’s Sweetheart.”

Starlight chuckled awkwardly.

**

“From what you’ve told us, it sounds like you’re developing an early stage of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.”

Starlight sighed in anger over this revelation. Just what she needed. A diagnosis alerting the whole world that she is a shell shocked blonde.

At least Military veterans were valid with their trauma.

How did she get the honor of being shell shocked? She got drunk at a party and got raped by a colleague of hers.

“Have you undergone some recent trauma, Miss January?”

She inhaled sharply.

“I was raped. I was raped at the Herogasm by The Deep, otherwise known as Kevin Richardson. I got drunk with him and took advantage of me in my vulnerable state.” She confessed to the doctor.

“I see. It sounds like a case of Acute Stress Disorder. I strongly advise that you take medical leave and seek therapy for the trauma. I’ll give you some referrals and a note to Mister Edgar. In the meantime, get some rest and I hope you recover from that horrible event.” She advised.

Starlight got up from the chair and started to leave.

“Oh and one last thing.” She called out to her. “Please, report The Deep’s behavior to Human Resources. You know you’re a victim and there’s resources available.”

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” She retorted before leaving.

**

“Ahh, Miss January!" Stan Edgar happily welcomed her with open arms. "What brings you here today?"

“I wanted to see if it’s possible to be on medical leave.” Starlight requested.

“Medical leave?” Edgar repeated. “You are able to. However, there’s a few assessments you need to-“

“I went through them.” Starlight interrupted. “Sorry.”

“Go ahead, Miss January.” Edgar encouraged her to continue.

“I guess I’ve been ‘off’ and some of the medical staff noticed. I’ve been assessed for Acute Stress Disorder.” Starlight continued. She handed Edgar a Manila envelope containing several medical records about her mental status.

Stan looked through the documents, verifying what she was saying.

“And what do you think caused it?” Edgar prodded.

“I…I rather not talk about it.” She confessed.

“I see. Considering your protection under HIPPA, I won’t press any further." Edgar assured her.

“If…if there is a way to report someone for…indecent behavior, how- or rather WHO should I report it to?” Starlight asked, trying her hardest not to give it all away.

“I’m glad you asked, Miss January.” Edgar answered. “You can report it to me so I can forward it to Human Resources. But, before I do, does it have something to do with Mister Richardson?”

Starlight's eyes widened as she heard his last name.

“It did.” Starlight confessed. “Why are you asking?”

“There’s been a few allegations coming out, a damning one occurring about a a couple weeks ago. As our team was investigating, more testimonies came out. To put it simply, it paints a worrying picture. I will make sure to report this to Human Resources.” Edgar responded.

“Can it be anonymous?” Starlight asked.

“Of course. If we hear back anything about the situation, we will inform you immediately. For now, you will be granted medical leave. We will cover therapy and other related expenses. You have my word, Miss January.” Edgar assured her.

“Thank you, Mister Edgar.” Starlight stood up from the chair and left towards the elevator.

She stood there, her face full of fear.

What had she done?

Chapter 14: We Must Protect Our Nation and Ensure It is Free of All Terroristic Plights

Summary:

A-Train Develops a heart attack which sends everyone in The Seven spiraling.

The sun was exceptionally bright today. The grass was short and green. Both A-Train and Wolfdog were present for training.

"Ah, so I see why you like to train at Sheep Meadow. There's so much open space!" Wolfdog exclaimed, getting on all fours and stretching her back legs. She was wearing her costume and had her hair pulled into a bun.

"Yep." A-Train retorted, stretching by having his hands touch his feet. "Try not to let it trip you up. I know Homeboy has you training in the woods."

"Trust me, a change of scenery is nothing. I've dealt with worse." She boasted, stretching her fore paws.

"I'll challenge you!" Wolfdog shouted, running on all fours.

A-Train followed suit. For a brief moment, he flashed blue.

But, something was wrong.

VERY wrong.

There was a sudden heavy pressure pressure on his chest. He clutched his chest with his hand. His face contorted and his mouth was open, as if is to say something. Nothing came out and he collapsed on the ground.

Wolfdog was oblivious to the incident and continued running as hard a she could. The breeze penetrating her skin and fur and tongue lolling out. She hadn't had this much fun running since helping the seals with The Deep.

That was when one of her paws tripped on the fabric of her shirt.

She tripped and fell, tumbling for several feet before she came to a complete stop. The grass staining her clothes and her face full of dirt. She got up, shaking herself a few times with her body.

"Ugh, I really gotta ask the costuming department about adjusting the sleeves..." Wolfdog spoke to herself.

"Looks like I finally did it! I beat Mister A-Train!" She celebrated her victory by leaping up in the air a few times.

Her little victory was short-lived as she saw him laying on the grass.

Maybe he's just tired. Overexerted himself a bit. Wolfdog began to pad closer to where he was.

"Mister A-Train, are you alright?" Wolfdog padded closer to him. He was breathing hard and heavy.

"What's going on, Mister A-Train?" Her voice became increasingly concerned.

No answer.

She was close to his body. His face was contorting in agony as he tried to use his right arm to point to his chest. His mouth began twitching and was making a slight snoring sound.

"MISTER A-TRAIN!" Wolfdog cried, using her paws to shake him. She quickly went to her sack and pulled her cellphone to dial for help.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator announced.

"A-Train's stopped moving and he won't get up!" Wolfdog cried, putting a paw on his shoulder. "I'm afraid he might've overdone himself."

"Okay, Ma'am, do you know where you are located?" The operator asked.

"Sheep Meadow. In Central Park. Hurry!" She pleaded.

"We're doing everything we can, ma'am. Just stay on the line with us." The operator assured her. "Are you able to do chest compressions on him?"

Wolfdog sniffled and went "mmhmm" faintly.

She placed both of her paws on A-Train's chest and began pressing down on it a few times.

"Come on, come on, come on." She pleaded with him. She continued on with this until a small crowd showed up to investigate.

"Do you need help?" a civilian asked.

"He's not getting up. Mister A-Train's not getting up!" Wolfdog cried to them.

It wasn't too long before sirens started to blare and a medical team came in with a stretcher. Police closed off the area for civilians to help ensure safety. Despite this, some continued inspecting.

A defibrillator was used on him.

"Clear!" The medic replied.

Electricity pulsed through his body and resuscitated him.

He sputtered, coughing a few times and then turning on  his side.

"Mister A-Train!" She cried, tears of relief streaking down her cheeks.

The paramedics strapped him to the stretcher and hauled him off to the local hospital.

Homelander flew down not too long after the situation. He had heard the commotion as he was running a routine patrol in the area.

"What happened here?" He asked his wife, descending to the ground.

Wolfdog turned to face him, tears still running down her face. Her face was red and the bottom of her eyes were puffy.

"M-Mister A-Train and I were doing some training...I-I challenged him to a race...I-It was an accident, I didn't mean to-" Wolfdog stammered, the traumatic experience still fresh in her mind.

"He hasn't been doing well lately." Her husband chimed in. "And from the way things looked, he may have overexerted himself. You shouldn't have been playing around like that. That was very reckless and you should have known better."

"I'm sorry, my eaglet. I should have known better.” Wolfdog apologized. “Will he be okay?”

“That’s up for fate to decide.” He answered, putting an arm over her shoulder.

**

Liberty had stripped herself of her clothes and was sitting in a claw foot bathtub. The walls were white marble and formatted to a grid. The floor was also made of marble and white.

Bubbles and foam had formed and the water had been dyed a cerulean blue. She placed one of her feet in the water and groaned in delight. She allowed herself to sink into the water, the liquid lovingly kissing her skin.

Her hair was tied up into a neat bun and she grabbed her loofah. She grabbed some body wash and lathered it onto the loofah before washing her skin. She sighed in bliss. As Liberty washed her skin, she was listing to a local news station about what is going on in the city.

"A breaking story this afternoon, Reggie Jackson, best known as A-Train, was rushed to Mount Sinai Hospital following his collapse at Sheep Meadow." A female anchor announced through the phone.

Liberty stopped washing herself to listen closely to her phone.

"At this time, it is suspected that he may suffered cardiac arrest. Vought International released a statement on all social media platforms regarding this incident. Quote: 'We at Vought International are devastated with the news of A-Train's sudden collapse. He was rushed to Mount Sinai Hospital and is excepted to make a full recovery there. Please keep him, alongside his family, loved ones, and his teammates at The Seven, in your thoughts and prayers.' End Quote." The anchor cited.

Liberty smirked at the news of A-Train’s demise. It was only a matter of time before he would hopefully croak.

She finished washing before draining the tub. The water swirled as it went down the drain. She dried herself with a towel and got into her navy blue bath robe.

She exited the bath room with her phone and made a call to Valkyrie.

"Yes, Miss Liberty?" He asked.

"Get yourself ready. We're going to Mount Sinai Hospital." She ordered him.

**

A-Train woke up.

He was in a white room. Medical equipment and other machinery were present. He moved himself up from the bed, careful not to disturb them. He looked around his surroundings. White walls and floors. Light blue curtains to separate patients.

A window.

“Thank God, you’re awake.” A nurse said to A-Train. He turned to face her.

“Where am I?” He asked her.

“You’re at Mount Sinai Hospital.” She answered. “You should be thankful Wolfdog was there to help you.”

“Wolfdog! Where is she?! I was training with he-“

“She’s in the the lobby alongside a few of your friends.” She retorted. “I’ll let Dr. Reyes that you’re conscious. For now, you need to rest. You had just had a heart attack.”

The nurse left.

A…heart attack.

A-Train slumped into the bed upon this revelation.

He just had a heart attack.

Welp, he can kiss his title goodbye for the Speedster Speedway.

And what would the rest of the Six think, let alone say to him?

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no. They were gonna have to wait. They could NOT know about his boosters.

**

Kevin heard about his brother’s collapse through the television. He was chopping up some carrots and a few other vegetables when the news came on. His daughter was sitting in the kitchen table, doing her homework while catching glimpses at the television.

“A horrifying incident earlier today, Reggie Jackson…”

Kevin quickly turned his head.

“…Collapsed and was rushed to Mount Sinai Hospital for treatment. At this time, it is suspected that he may have suffered cardiac arrest. Both Vought International and event organizers of the Speedster Speedway have issued statements, wishing a full recovery for him.”

The both of them were glued to the screen. The news showed their loved one being hauled by stretchers. There was a crowd present, alongside a couple of supes.

“Daddy, what happened to Uncle A-Train?” She asked, her voice filled with concern as she looked at the screen.

“Something very bad happened to him. We need to visit him at the hospital.” He answered, picking her up and taking her to the car with him.

**

The remaining Five were alerted and present, waiting for any kind of news. They were all surrounding Wolfdog, asking her questions about had happened earlier. Black Noir was stroking Wolfdog's back, her head and forepaws on his lap.

"What happened?" Lamplighter crouched down to stroke Wolfdog's hair. She pinned her ears back.

"I challenged Mister A-Train to a race. And then he fell...It was an accident! I didn't mean to push him like that!"

"Don't be hard on yourself, Miss Wolfdog." He reassured her. "None of knew this would happen."

That was when a black man carrying his daughter came rushing in through the sliding doors.

“Is Reggie Jackson here? I’m Kevin Jackson and this is his niece, Isabella.” He asked, obviously panicked.

“He is, however I don’t know anything about his status.” The receptionist answered.

"Can we please see him?" He pleaded.

"Unfortunately, we can't take any guests at this time. I do apologize. You are free to stay in the lobby in the meantime." She answered.

He sighed and stayed in the lobby, still carrying his daughter. That was when he saw a group of supes huddled together in comfort. He approached them.

"Excuse me." He said.

"Not now, we're not taking photos or autographs at the moment. Move along." Homelander hand waved the man without even taking a look.

"I wasn't looking for those. I wanted to know if you anything about my baby brother." Kevin inquired.

Homelander turned to look at him and the little girl he was carrying.

"Again, we are in the middle of something. PLEASE move along." He warned.

"A-Train! My brother is A-train! Do you know anything that happened to him?" Kevin snapped.

The Deep came forward to settle the situation.

"Cool it, Homes." The Deep made an attempt at de-escalation. "No one knows what happened. Wolfdog was the only one present when it happened."

"She was?" Kevin inquired.

He went up to the canine supe, crouching to her level.

"Miss Wolfdog, what happened? What happened to my baby brother?" Kevin pleaded with her.

"I challenged him to a race. He...he fell down. I thought he was tired but he wasn't getting up. I panicked and called nine one one." She explained for the umpteenth time.

It was draining having to explain this traumatic event in detail. How many times did she have to repeat it? How many more times would they have to hear it? It would just never stop hurting.

She hated talking about it.

That was when one of the nurses came rushing to the front desk.

“Reggie Jackson is awake.” She announced.

This caught everyone’s attention.

“Are we able to see him?” Homelander cocked his eyebrow.

“Yes, but only for a few minutes. He needs his rest.” The nurse answered.

**

The group piled into the room, one person at a time.

"Uncle A-Train! Uncle A-Train! Isabella cried as she was set on A-Train's lap.

"Little Bella! How are are you?" He cooed as he hugged and kissed his niece a few times on the cheek.

As the members looked at the tender moment, Homelander turned his head. As expected, A few Vought Agents, alongside Edgar himself were in the room.

Homelander rolled his eyes and hissed in annoyance.

“What do you want?” He growled at Edgar. “I didn’t even do anything this time.”

“You don’t have to bare your fangs around me, Mister Gilman.” Edgar assured him. “Besides, this concerns Mister Jackson. Would you like to tell them, Mister Jackson?”

He looked over to A-Train.

He sighed.

“I…I messed up. Royally.” He confessed. “In an effort to maintain my top speed and title for the Speedster Speedway, I used Compound V to help boost it. What I didn’t expect was to go through something as scary as that.”

Homelander sighed again, this time even more exasperated.

“And what did you use to ‘boost’ yourself with?” He dreaded.

A-Train rubbed his hands over each other nervously.

“Compound V.” He confessed.

Everyone collectively gasped.

“A-Train…that’s really bad.” The Deep commented. “You know how lucky you are?”

“Spare me the lecture.” He snapped, slumping back into the bed.

“You realize what the consequences are for when it comes to that.” Homelander snapped at that confession.

A-Train placed both of his hands around Isabella's ears.

“Don’t even start with that. You’re the worst person in the room, especially with some of the shit you’ve pulled in the last year alone!” He growled back at Homelander.

“At least I’m not jeopardizing my career by doing drugs to boost myself.” He snarled, his eyes flickering red for a minute.

“Homelander, stop it!” Wolfdog cried, stepping in between the both of them. “Have some compassion for him! He could have died today!”

Homelander raised his upper lip in disgust at A-Train before looking to his wife. He unclenched his jaw and sighed.

“You’re right, my little mouse.” He conceded. “As the leader of The Seven, I should demonstrate more…compassion as you put it. Even to those who may be unworthy of it…” he looked to A-Train as he "corrected" himself.

“What do we do now?” Homelander asked Edgar.

“We have a few options. We can have Mister Jackson graduate from The Seven, citing health issues. We can send him to rehab, confessing to the public about the excessive Compound V usage. Really, the choice is up to Mister Jackson. What you think?”

He looked over to A-Train.

A-Train was beyond distraught and devastated. At this point, he would have happily taken the heart attack claim his life. At least his little secret would’ve been kept in the grave.

“Rehab.” He conceded, hanging his head in shame.

Stan Edgar placed a hand on A-Train’s shoulder.

“Just know that you are making a smart decision. The first step to recovery is to admit that you have a problem.” Edgar reassured him.

“Right, then. You will be stationed at St. Maximilian Kolbe’s when you’ve fully recovered. For now, let us give Mister Jackson and his family a moment.” Edgar ushered the remaining members out of the hospital and into an unmarked black van.

**

"Excuse me, is A-Train here?" Liberty inquired, holding a bouquet of blue roses.

"He is, however we are not allowing any visitors at the moment, supe or non-supe." The receptionist answered.

"I see. Am I able to drop these flowers off to him?" She inquired, presenting the bouquet.

"You May. We will send these up in just a moment." The receptionist took the bouquet and placed it on the table, alongside with the other get well gifts. Liberty took a glance at the gifts. Mostly consisting of flowers and food.

She left the hospital and was met with Valkyrie.

"Miss Liberty!" Valkyrie approached her. His bird feet pranced for a bit before walking normally toward her.

"Any information on Mister A-Train?" He inquired, walking with her.

"He is stationed here." She confirmed. "However, they are not taking visitors."

“What do we do know?” Valkyrie pondered.

“You can fly, yes?” Liberty retorted.

“I can. Why?” He answered.

“Fly around the hospital for A-Train. He has to be in one of those rooms.” Liberty instructed him.

"Yes, Miss Liberty. Right away, Miss Liberty." Valkyrie saluted her and used his golden wings to help him fly. They flapped a few times before he was into the air.

He performed a full circular maneuver through the hospital. So far, nothing. It doesn't seem like he's out by the windows. Maybe he should do another fly around.

He flew around the hospital again. Still no sign of Mister A-Train. He sighed, conceding defeat for the time being.

Valkyrie landed at the very top of the building, removing his goggles. He made a couple of awkward steps while landing with his bird feet. His winged ears at the top of his shuffled a few times to the breeze. It was a nice view, he admitted to himself.

That was when he saw an American flag cape. Homelander? What was he doing here? He was following Stan Edgar and a few Vought agents. Following the American Supe was a canine supe with a witchy get up. This was followed by a few other members of the Seven. They were all being ushered into an unmarked black van.

Huh, he thought to himself. He put his goggles back on and flew down towards Liberty.

"Were you able to find him?" Liberty inquired as she walked up towards him.

He let his wings relax, flapping them a few times before they eased.

"I wasn't." He confessed. "But, I saw the remaining members and Homelander inside a black car."

"Is that so?" She retorted. "Do you know which way they are going?"

I do not." He confessed and even if I could follow them, I saw a few Vought agents. I can't put myself at risk like that."

"I see..." Liberty's voice trailed off as she tried to concoct another plan.

Unfortunately, there was none.

sighed in annoyance and pulled out a cigarette. She also pulled out a lighter and positioned it to the tip. She flicked it a few until before a small flame dispersed.

She took a long drag out of it, exhaling and shaking her head.

“Let’s go.” She ordered Valkyrie to her car. “We’re returning home.

“Right away, Miss Liberty.” Valkyrie followed suit, his bird feet giving him an awkward prance.

**

“You’re aware The Seven is short of a few members, yes?” Edgar asked Homelander, sitting across from him in the van.

“Yes.” Homelander answered, his arms crossed and tapping his foot on the floor.

“Starlight is on medical leave and A-Train is being sent to rehab. It will only be a matter of time before the press gets their hands on that information. Everyone but Vought will be fed.” Edgar explained.

“What do you advise, then?” Homelander asked.

“All that we can do is engage in damage control and spin the narrative to give Mister A-Train a more sympathetic light.” Edgar told him. “We can promote A-Train’s rehabilitation in hopes that the public will see his battle against addiction as inspirational and laudatory rather than sordid and debauch."

"So, what does this have to do with the lack of a few Seven members?" Homelander asked.

"You will have to look for temporary replacements." Edgar replied. "For Starlight and A-Train specifically, they are irreplaceable. So, you'll have to find someone who can bring that element to the team without turning the public against them." Edgar explained. "That's why I want all of you to be present at the Speedster Speedway."

Homelander uncrossed his arms.

"So, you want us to be there for the event? Will we be expected to make some little speech to the public, handwave, and exit stage right?" Homelander quipped.

Edgar nodded.

Homelander sighed in annoyance.

"Very well. We will be there. When is this damn event anyways?" Homelander agreed reluctantly.

"Five days." He answered.

Homelander rubbed his temples. Five days just to prepare some dumb event involving lesser ranked supes trying to make themselves big and hard for fifteen minutes of fame. Just wonderful...at least he'll have the love of adoring fans and his loving wife by his side during the event.

"Right then, I suppose I should briefly go over the event." Edgar broke the brief silence. "Mister Noir, I want you present as our American Sign Language interpreter."

Black Noir acknowledged it with by saluting with two fingers.

"Mister Gilman, I need you to deliver an introductory and a closing speech for the event." Edgar instructed.

"Misses Gilman-Suarez and Stilwell will keep eyes and ears out wit security to make sure there are no potential threats. Mister Ignatius, I will have you take part in the pyrotechnics. And Deep will help with the promotion of merchandise." He finished.

The car made a stop. Everyone was motioned out of the vehicle into into another building. It was composed of brick and looked a miniature castle. They were all ushered to a track and field area of the building. Chairs were set up on each side and a team was working on organizing merch tables and another organizing pyrotechnics.

"Mister Gilman, this podium here is where you will present the introduction and conclusion of the event. I will send you the document. I don't expect you to memorize all of it, but do at least keep your eyes on the audience." Edgar explained to Homelander.

He handed the document to him. Homelander briefly scanned over it. Usual affair. Welcome everyone, say a few words, exit stage right.

**

"Security has it under control. There will be a limited amount of guests and press present. Nothing you two can't handle, right?" The main security spoke to the both of them.

"Maybe our worst fear is the press expecting the both of us to get into some kind of cat fight." Queen Maeve made an attempt at humor. Wolfdog cracked a smile before frowning again. How could everyone move on this quickly?

"So, these are the gates the attendees will go to. One is for bags and the other is for those without one. We do have certain restrictions on the bags-"

All the chatter was blurred out by Wolfdog. She was still processing what happened to her teammate earlier and what is to be expected of his fate. Before she knew it, tears began streaming down her face. She quickly tried wiping them away.

"Excuse me, I'm going to step outside for a moment. I feel sick..." she excused herself as she ran off to a small corner underneath the stairway.

She started to cry and sniffle at thought of what happened today.

"Wolfdog? Wolfdog are you here?" Queen Maeve's voice was present throughout the hallway. She could hear lighting sobbing and crying. She turned over to a corner, the source of the noise becoming more apparent.

"Hey..." Queen Maeve found Wolfdog and crouched down to her level. "Are you okay?"

Wolfdog shook her head.

"It's because of A-Train, isn't it?"

She nodded her head.

"I just don't get it." She tried to reason. "How can everyone move on so quickly? Especially with what happened to Mister A-Train?"

Queen Maeve put a hand on her shoulder. She sighed, knowing exactly what kind of speech she was gonna have to deliver.

"This is part of following the Creed." She answered bluntly. "Whether or not he dies is up to fate. Just because we don't show it doesn't mean we're not hurting."

Wolfdog wiped the remaining tears away.

"Yes, Miss Maeve. Sorry about getting emotional in front of you." Wolfdog apologized, wiping tears off of her face.

Queen Maeve smiled.

"It's fine." She said reassuringly. "Just focus on the task at hand.”

Wolfdog gave a nod.

The both of them returned to the one of the gates to finish up with the going over of security standards.

The remaining members were all talking amongst each about both the event and the fate of A-Train.

Queen Maeve and Wolfdog came to the group to catch up.

"Right then, all of you are dismissed for today. I expect you guys to be here in the morning and evening to go over the last minutes changes." Edgar dismissed the group.

All of the members left and returned to the black car. They were heading back towards the Tower so they can retire for the night.

**

Wolfdog was in the penthouse with her Husband. She took a hot bath with bubbles, the finest Epsom salts, oils, and bath bombs one could only dream of getting their hands on. Despite this, she still had a sorrowful look on her face.

Homelander came in the bathroom, kneeling before the foot of the tub. He had one of his gloved hands on her cheek and those void and golden eyes met his soft blue gaze.

"Remember what I told you earlier?" he cooed, using his other gloved hand to brush her bangs out of her face.

"I can't be crying so much." Wolfdog responded in a near catatonic tone.

"Because...?" He cooed some more, planting a few kisses on her forehead.

"No one likes a crybaby. And it makes too much noise." She completed her answer, her gaze still on her Husband's.

He closed his eyes gave her a few kisses on the lip.

Wolfdog reciprocated.

"Remember, this event is coming up in four days. I need to be be on your best behavior. Which means putting those emotions of yours in check. Okay?"

Wolfdog nodded.

"I love you, my sweet, little, mouse." Homelander said, planting one last cheek on the forehead.

"I love you too. My eaglet." She retorted.

Chapter 15: Severance Package

Summary:

The Deep is forced into "graduating" from the Seven following a string of sexual assault allegations.

Starlight is in the first steps to recovery.

Notes:

tw for a lot victim blaming sentiment from the deep's perspective

The Deep was sitting on the other side of the desk, the clock making its signature ticking sound. Stan Edgar was rubbing his forehead as he was overlooking the documents in his hands.

"Mister Richardson," Stan Edgar started. "We at Vought International have ZERO tolerance towards sexual misconduct. There have been allegations coming out from various civilians and supes regarding your conduct and it all paints a very disturbing pattern of behavior. Supes take on The Creed and it states that not only you would 'ensure the safety of all civilians', but to also 'uphold all the values that is expected of all supes'. By failure to do both, you have breached The Creed. Effectively immediately, your affiliation with The Seven and Vought International will be terminated."

"You can't do that to me!" The Deep objected, standing up from the chair.

"Mister Richardson, I understand that you are upset over this, but actions have consequences." Edgar retorted, unfazed by the supe's hissy fit.

"Actionssssss have consequencesssss, my ass! I barely saw any of you fuckersssssssssss give Homelander punissssssshment for the Boeing Incident!" The Deep growled, his gills filtering the water.

Aside from the Boeing Incident, there was plenty of shit that The Deep knew Homelander had done.

Like how he was routinely having sex with his housekeeper before slipping Compound V into her drinks, the women he had murdered all because they rejected his advances (and that was on his BEST day), and let's not forget accidentally KILLING a child by hugging him just a little bit too hard...and that wasn't even going into some of the pettier things like assaulting a bartender or having pounds of cocaine and god knows what other substances hiding in his penthouse.

"Mister Richardson, the Boeing Incident has no relation to the situation at hand. Besides, both Mister Gilman and Mister Jackson have held themselves accountable for the Incident. What you have done is a very grave matter. You have been credibly accused of sexual assault and harassment. The era we're living in has ZERO tolerance for it." Edgar finished.

The Deep had his mouth open to say something, but nothing came out of it. The only other thing being his gills contracting against the circulating water from his contraption. He sighed in anger, collapsing onto the chair.

"Will there at leasssssst be a severance package?" The Deep asked, hissing through the circulation.

Stan Edgar shook his head.

"Unfortunately, there won't be. You will be issuing a statement later tonight regarding you 'graduation' from The Seven AND an apology to all the victims affected by your actions."

"Will I have my rights to The Deep perssssona?" He asked.

"That will be retired after your graduation." Edgar responded.

"Jusssssssssssst fucking wonderful." He sighed. "Anything elssssssse I should be aware of?"

"You will be stationed in Sandusky, Ohio. That is all, Mister Richardson. We will be expecting your at the press release." Edgar finished.

The Deep got up from his chair and left his office.

Just his fucking luck, he gets kicked out of The Seven for what? Laying his hands on some girl? If she didn't want it, she wouldn't have been making comments about wanting to touch his gills so badly! It was all clearly a stunt because she had bad sex with him and figured it would be easier to cry rape.

The Deep rubbed his hands through the sides of his forehead as he was caught in his thoughts. Clearly, someone had a vendetta against him. Maybe he pissed off a couple of chicks at the club and decided to bring him down a peg. It didn't matter though, there were plenty of supes who would gladly step up and replace him.

Hell, there were thousands of women living in Sandusky alone.

He went inside his place with the help of his room card. It wasn't much but it far fancier than whatever overpriced shithole was available in the city.

He went over to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine out of the fridge. It was white and was clearly in there for a while. When did he get this? Either way, it was going inside of him.

He grabbed a wine glass from the pantry and poured the alcohol into the glass. He took no time into consuming the liquid effortlessly. It stung, burning the back of his throat. As he downed the entire glass, he began drinking from the bottle. This went on for a while until there was none left.

Now, he had another issue to worry about. All of the fish in his aquarium were going to need a new home. There was no way in hell they were going to be in Sandusky with him. Aside from cost and stress, the missus would probably say no. And besides, who would be able to properly care for Timothy’s highly specialized diet?

Speaking of the Missus...

"Babe? Are you here?" The Deep called from the apartment.

"Honey?" Deep continued to call her as he went over to the bedroom.

His wife was there, taking her usual afternoon naps. He sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She woke up from the touch, stretching and groaning as she was waking up.

"Hmmm, hello, Honey..." She groggily said, wiping one of her eyes with her hands. "How was work?"

"Work was...something." He answered. He hiccupped from the alcohol. "I'll tell you when you're more awake."

Should he even tell her? That he's gotten fired for touching some women and now he's expected to deliver a speech about his graduation from The Seven?

“What do you mean? Did you run into a dead seal while cleaning the harbor again?” She asked, getting up from the bed and scooting herself to her husband.

The Deep chuckled a little. "No, no...it's not that." He assured her.

"Is everything okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's fine." He said, rolling his eyes and stretching his arms. "It's just...I'm expected to 'graduate' from The Seven."

"Graduate? But why? Don't they appreciate your service? You've been there for how many years?" She asked.

"Well...there's been some tweets coming out about me being involved in some...'misconduct'."

"Oh? What happened?" She inquired.

"It was a misunderstanding." He replied.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

The Deep sighed. "Marlena, we're going to be stationed in Sandusky, Ohio."

Marlena's eyes started darting around the room.

"Why?" Was the only thing she thought of and said.

"Because...some people decided they wanted to knock me down a peg by tweeting about some out of context photos of me on social media and accusing me of touching people without consent." He explained.

Granted, that was only the tip of the iceberg.

He couldn't bring himself to bring up the women he assaulted or forced to touch his gills. Not because he was scared of losing her, but because it was none of her business.

"And that's why they're letting you go from The Seven?" Marlena pressed.

"Apparently." The Deep responded. "I'm expected to be ready in a few hours."

**

Starlight was back in her hometown of Des Moines following her medical leave.

But that didn’t stop her from watching it on television. She was with her parents as she stared at the television. As far as they were concerned, she was giving one of her colleagues support for not being present.

**

"Dear civilians, I am here today to anounccccccce my graduation from The Seven." The Deep started his speech on the podium. "It is a heavy day, but a day that must be lived regardless. As you aware, I have been accused of missssssssconduct by several people. Just as I have been told, we live in an era where this kind of behavior is unacccccceptable. Obvioussssssly, I cannot go back in time to reverse what I had done, but the only thing I can ask for is forgiveness from the victims that were hurt. In turn, I ask for my privaccccccccy to be respected. I will be stationed elsewhere to turn over a new leaf in my life. Thank you for taking time to listen."

He stepped down from the podium and off the stage.

Almost everyone was not happy with the press release. Sure, The Deep was leaving but why was he getting an immediate "out"? Also, the whole issue of sexually assault had not been addressed whatsoever.

None of The Seven acknowledged him, opting instead to wipe their hands clean.

***

"I am here today to anounccccccce my graduation from The Seven."

Kimiko's head sharply turned when she heard that familiar voice. She dropped the broom she was using to sweep the floors of the convivence store without a thought.

"It is a heavy day, but a day that must be lived regardless. As you aware, I have been accused of missssssssconduct by several people." The Deep continued his speech.

She scoffed at that before going into her pockets. She pulled out her phone and dialed for Billy.

It rang a couple of times before he picked up.

"Turn on the TV." She said to him.

**

“I ask that my privacccccccy be respected…” Starlight slammed her fist through the television screen, sparks bursting from it.

As if The Deep had any right to ask for that! Why was he so smug about everything? The fact that everyone wanted nothing to do with him made him think that he could just waltz away without paying for his crimes. She refused to accept that the man who assaulted her and possibly others deserved anything less than what he got.

A loud knock came through her bedroom.

"Annie, sweetie, are you okay in there?" Her mother called out.

"Yes, mother. I...I need to replace the television." She confessed.

That was the least of her concerns.

If anything, she was terrified about the ramifications of her parents finding out about the assault. She knew her parents were loving and supportive, but did she really want them to into that part of her life? It's already bad enough they know she's taking medication and seeing a therapist.

And how and where it happened...they can't know about those details. The last thing she needed was a lecture about how her "promiscuity" led to that predicament.

She most certainly didn't need pity.

**

The television was replaced in a few hours and dinner was made. It was a simple spaghetti dish, but made with love.

"Mom, Dad, I think it's about time I told you guys the truth..." Starlight started. She inhaled for a few seconds and then exhaled.

"The real reason why I'm staying with you guys is because I was placed on medical leave. I...I was raped." She never thought those words would come of her, let alone say it in front of her parents but she did it.

"My therapist told me that I'm going through the motions of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder because of it. That's why I was watching his graduation speech. And...also why I broke the television."

Her parents exchanged glances. Starlight looked at her mother and saw concern in her eyes. Her father however, looked stunned. They both stood up and hugged her, offering their support. Starlight cried tears of relief and gratitude.

She was finally free. No longer having to live with secrets and a false reality. It was a step forward towards recovery.

Chapter 16: A Speedster Runs into Rehab During a Sandstorm

Summary:

A-Train is in rehab following his heart attack.

A few weeks had passed since his collapse. He had made a full recovery and was set for Saint Maximillian Kolbe's Behavioral Health. A-Train was expected to deliver a speech soon confessing to the public. Never in his life did he know dread, but today was the luckiest day of his life.

He came up to the podium, trying his hardest to hide any semblance of emotion. The flickering lights coming from the cameras making his facial features and cold sweat that much apparent.

Billy, Kimiko, and Hughie were on bated breath. The had gotten themselves seats for the speech. They weren't looking for blood. No, not this time. There was quite a crowd present. Not to mention the other supes AND Vought rats that were present.

One way or another, this was going to be over in five minutes. After which he'll get sent to rehab where he will probably never be heard from again. And that's assuming Vought would do such a thing. He was far too precious of a pet for them to simply release.

"Dearest Civilians," A-Train started his speech. "It is with a heavy heart that I confess to the public regarding my usage of Compound V."

A-Train was standing in front of a podium, eyes shifting between the paper and to the crowd. They were murmuring and whispering amongst themselves about this revelation.

“I was using the Compound to help boost me in preparation for the Speedster Speedway. Little did I know was the adverse effects of it. As you know, I suffered a heart attack and it almost costed me my life.”

He pointed towards the right side of chest before clutching his hand around it.

“I am grateful for my teammate, Wolfdog, for her quick thinking. Without it, I wouldn't even be here today And please, Wolfdog, do NOT blame yourself for what happened. It was never your fault.” His voice dropped as he said that.

He turned his head upwards. He could feel those pesky little droplets coming out of his eyes.

Hughie grimaced at the display of sympathy. Of course he was pulling the waterworks! He didn't even try that when he killed his girlfriend! Hughie could feel his fists clench up and he pinched himself.

Not now, Hughie thought to himself.

Holding his head up for a few moments, A-Train looked back to the crowd.

“I also want to thank the medical staff at Mount Sinai Hospital for saving my life and monitoring my recovery. Under their guidance, I will be going to Saint Maximillian Kolbe's Behavioral Health regarding my Compound V addiction. And remember, ain't nothing stopping the A-Train, baby!" He ending the speech on an optimistic note.

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause. Some had walked up to the Speedster to shake his hand and express their solidarity with him.

The gang had received their answered as to where he would end up. Saint Maximillian Kolbe's Rehab Centre. Months of covert spying on supe addicts. Just what he needed, Billy thought to himself. It's already bad enough they weren't able to find Sandstorm's whereabouts.

As A-Train left stage right, his teammates at The Seven were there to embrace him and express support to their teammate.

"Let us know when they allow visitations! I'll make sure to visit you!" Wolfdog barked, hugging him and wagging her tail.

A-Train didn’t respond, let alone acknowledge her. His darkest secret

was now open to the public.

What was he going to do know?

**

A brief press meeting was held before A-Train was hauled off in an unmarked black van. The main question in the mind of the press was the future of his status as a member of The Seven. Vought opted to answer with "focusing on his recovery before anything else", alongside with the obligatory awareness about substance abuse.

As he made his way inside the vehicle, was was greeted by Stan Edgar and a few Vought associates.

"Mister Jackson," Stan started. "Understand that you are making the right decision. Rehabilitation is intimidating, but there are other supes in similar positions as you. It would benefit you to attend some group therapy sessions. Maybe you'll get to the root of why you use the Compound."

A-Train merely nodded at this.

His hands were sweating and the whole situation felt overwhelming to him. He silently tried to hold back tears as he clutched onto his pocket. It contained a photo of him holding his niece Isabella was she was a newborn.

Poor Isabella, what would she think of him? She would probably despise him knowing his Compound V usage. And Kevin? He would probably not allow him to see her again. Stay away from Uncle A-Train, he's a drug addict!

The black van pulled its way up to a building.

It was nicely kept with an intricate display of rose bushes on each side of the building. A fountain was spouting water with a man made of stone on top. He was wearing striped pajamas with a bright triangle on the right side of his chest. He had a rosary clasped in his hands and wore glasses. His head and face was completely shaven and clean. He had a stoic expression on his face, as if he was acknowledging the sins of any supe who came there.

A-Train got out of the car and stepped towards the fountain. He stared at the statue on top of it.

A few Vought employees ushered themselves out of the vehicle and unloaded his luggage. A-Train was too transfixed on the saintly statue to register the employees.

There was something judgmental about the look of the saint. Not in a way he was familiar with when facing the public eye, but one of compassion and understanding. As if he could say with one sentence: "Your sins are forgiven here."

"Mister A-Train," One of the Vought employees broke him from his trance. "You will be in Building Two, Room Three Oh Seven."

A-Train took one last look at the saint statue before heading inside the building.

"Ahh, Mister A-Train. Welcome, we've been expecting you." The receptionist spoke to the supe.

She was sitting behind a beige rectangular table. It contained a sheet with signatures and sign in times. There were also pens in a little pen holder and a small bowl contain white and red peppermints.

"All you need to do is sign your name and place the current time. We'll have you in your room in no time." The receptionist explained.

A-Train signed his name on the sheet.

Strange, he thought to himself. Signing his name on things was nature for him. However, this time was different.

His arm felt heavier than usual. He wasn't at a public event with adoring fans begging for his autograph. The only thing that gave him a semblance of peace was the Vought employees breathing down his neck as he signed in.

"Thank you so much." The receptionist took the clipboard and exchanged it for a key. "We're also going to have your phone as well. You can have it after six days. But, if you need it in emergency, we will make that expectation."

A-Train sighed in annoyance about this but he relented.

She flashed him a smile.

"We hope you enjoy your stay here." The receptionist finished.

**

"Would you like the good news or the bad news first?" Miss Mallory spoke the phone.

"The good news." Billy answered.

"The good news is that Sandstorm has been located." Miss Mallory answered.

Billy sighed in relief sighed in relief.

"What is her twenty?" He inquired.

"Saint Maximillian Kolbe's Behavioral Health." Miss Mallory responded.

"What's the bad news?" He asked.

"Quite a few. First of all, it's a rehab centre for supes." Miss Mallory explained.

"I'm assuming the place is run by Vought as well." Billy Pondered.

"Not necessarily," Miss Mallory clarified. "It's ran by a third party. However, Vought does have them in their payroll."

"So Vought is funding a rehab centre for supes who are addicts." Billy wasn't sure he should laugh at the concept or feel sorry for them.

"Yes." Miss Mallory retorted. "We already know dangerous supes can be. Imagine one combatting sobriety at the same time."

Billy chuckled. Miss Mallory laughed along with him.

"So what happens to these kids?" Billy pondered.

"That's actually the second part." Miss Mallory replied. "In theory, they will either graduate or be cured of whatever issue they're dealing with. Most of the time, it pertains to Compound V usage. Or rather, the over usage of it."

"So the place more or less operates as a Compound V rehab centre for supes that is funded by Vought?" Billy reiterated.

"Correct." Miss Mallory reaffirmed.

"So the place is going to crawling with a bunch of Vought rats and their supes." Billy pressed two of his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

This is EXACTLY what he needed...

"Now I need to figure out how to myself in there. I could always disguise myself as staff there." Billy thought loudly.

"Actually, there might be a better option." Miss Mallory proposed.

"How would that work exactly?" Billy hoped for an alternative solution.

"You see, Saint Max's has an annual ball where they invite both humans and supes alike. Some of those supes are former patients of the place." Miss Mallory informed.

Billy perked up.

A chance to infiltrate the centre? It's been a while since he had action with supes.

"When will the ball occur?" He queried.

"In about three days." She answered.

"Of course, caution should be exercised." Miss Mallory reiterated.

"Aye, anything I need to know?" Billy asked one more time.

"Yes, you

"Nothing at the moment. I wish you and your 'kids' the best. Godspeed, Butcher."

"Likewise." Billy hung up the phone.

He took one last drag on his cigarette and flicked it off the porch. He sighed, letting himself rest his chin on his cane.

Hughie and Kimiko were entering the porch with a couple cups of coffee and an intricate glass rig designed for smoking.

“Can you keep an eye out for Hime-sama for me?” Kimiko requested to Hughie. “I’m gonna get the torch and coffee.”

“Who’s Hime-sama?” Hughie asked.

“You’ve seen her.” She reassured him. “Orange and white. One eye. Absolute big girl.”

“Is she that cat you’ve been gushing over lately?” Hughie inquired.

“The one and only.” She answered, going back into the house.

Hughie looked over to Billy.

"Did you see that shit A-Train tried to pull during the speech? He really tried hard with the waterworks this time." Hughie remarked at the earlier speech.

"He did." Billy agreed. "All those mindless drones have to do is read their cue cards."

Kimiko returned with a torch on one hand a pot of coffee on the other. She set them down beside her and sat on the porch.

"Alright. It's dab time." Kimiko happily announced, grabbing the glass rig and torch.

Hughie pulled a glass container pout of his jacket pockets and opened it. It contained brown wax and he scooped it up a small metal scoop.

“Alrighty then,” Hughie said, turning on the stopwatch on his phone. “Torch the bottom!”

Kimiko turned on the torch, which made a loud burst of sound. The fire was a hot beautiful blue. It made the glass turn a contradictory orange. Once when it shifted over to a fierce red, she turned it off.

They were both waiting for the stopwatch to hit at one minute and thirty second mark.

Once when the time struck, Kimiko grabbed the silver contraption and placed it over the hot piece. She had her mouth one the side of the pipe and began to inhale.

The smoke that was inhaled vanished into her mouth. The next few seconds were followed by smoke coming out of her mouth and some coughs.

"Nice job, Iron Lungs." Hughie quipped.

She gave a thumbs up while she continued coughing.

Billy watched the two of them smoke wax before heading in to get himself a brew.

"Hey, do you remember when Frenchie would complain about the smell of marijuana?" Hughie asked.

Kimiko sighed.

"I do, yes." She answered with a hint of morose.

"He would jump up and go 'Sacre bleu! Le weed is too stinky!'" Hughie did a poor impression of a French accent.

"Actually he'd go 'Ah, mon dieu! cette merde sent mauvais ! rien n'est comparable à une cigarette!’” She corrected him.

The both of them laughed before it turned to silence.

"I miss Frenchie." Kimiko confessed.

"We all do." Hughie retorted. "His death wasn't in vain. Hopefully, he had Homelander thinking twice before coming after us."

Kimiko let out a rueful laugh.

"I'm sure he did." She said.

That was when an orange and white cat started walking, making its presence known. She was unusually chubby for a cat and missing an eye.

"Oi! Hime-sama!" Kimiko called to the orange and white cat.

The cat continuously meowed at her, running at full speed before getting close to Kimiko's feet. She began purring, rubbing her face all over the human's feet.

"Ahhhh, kawaii no Hime-sama!" Kimiko cooed, scooping the cat up and cradling her in her arms.

The cat purred nonstop.

Billy returned with a cup of coffee. The cup had the words "World’s Greatest Grandpa" on it. A gag gift from the kids.

“So, the cat came back.” Billy quipped.

“How come you don’t let us keep her?” Kimiko asked

“I’m allergic to cats.” He lied.

“Bullshit!” She snapped. “I saw you pet that cat at the bodega the other day.”

“Fine, you got me there.” Billy admitted. “I like that cat more than Hime-Sama.”

“What makes that cat different than her?” Kimiko asked.

“It’s the attitude.” He answered. “And no, we’re not keeping him either.”

“Why not?” Kimiko whined.

“I like to keep my distance. I don’t like getting attached.” He retorted.

“Yeah, you’re getting a cat one of these days. I heard they help with lowering blood pressure and preventing heart attacks.” Kimiko quipped.

Billy rolled his eyes at this notion.

“Alright, you two. We have business to tend to. We’re going to Saint Maximillian’s Behavioral Health. They have a ball occurring in three days. We will be volunteering there.” Billy explained.

"We're volunteering there?!" Hughie gasped.

"Not necessarily." Billy clarified. "We're disguising ourselves as them. The plan is to kidnap Sandstorm. We CANNOT bring attention to ourselves.”

“I thought Sandstorm died.” Hughie pondered.

“She isn’t.” Billy corrected him. “I got a call from Miss Mallory about her whereabouts. She’s at the supe junkie centre.”

“Alright! Doing some spy shit and kidnapping! My favorite!” Kimiko squealed in excitement. “What’s the plan, gramps?”

“The plan is to get you two inside.” Billy started. “You will be involved’ with Food and Beverage. Think of those hoity toity cunts serving food to the one percenters. You two will be scoping the area for Sandstorm. When you find her, alert me. I will take care of the rest.”

Hughie and Kimiko nodded.

“Do you hear that, Chibi? Mama’s going on a mission!” Kimiko cooed to the orange and white feline, stroking her fur.

“Oi!” Billy shouted. “What did I tell you about getting attached to the cat?”

Kimiko stuck her tongue out at him.

**

A dark void had plagued A-Train since his arrival at the facility.

He was tapping his foot excitedly, tears leaking out of his eyes.

He had no access to Compound V or really anything to numb these pesky emotions. All there was were the television playing drone and a view of the rarity of New York’s natural forests.

Maybe some fresh air will help.

A-Train cracked the window as much as it was allowed.

The cool night air kissed his warm skin and he let in a deep inhale. It was followed by exhaling.

He observed the trees as their branches swayed gently from the breeze. As though they were conducting an impromptu dance.

as he continued to watch the simple dance of the trees, he saw a few supes that were outside the main courtyard.

Many were talking amongst themselves and laughing. One last conversation before they have to be herded in for the night.

What was the time for them to go to bed again?

10:30 PM? or was it 11:00 PM?

Either way, he was going to at least enjoy the courtyard before his confinement to rehab.

The courtyard was quite extravagant for what was in a rehab centre filled with addict supes.

It was accessed through the sliding glass door, which lead to a wide open space. The deck was composed of wood an displayed a scene of pure natural New York scenery.

Hills rolled over, creating a breathtaking view. Imagine what the sunrise would look like…

A pool was there, where couple of supes occupied. One resembled an aquatic looking looking creature. Gills on the side of their their neck. Their skin a bluish grey with scales that pelted it. They had a light shade on the underside of skin. Scales glittered upon the night sky, seemingly making the aquatic supe's skin silver.

Another supe was sitting on the edge of the water. Her skin was dark with raven black hair. She was wearing a red two piece bathing suit with tassels at the end of the top.

Two male supes were sitting on some chair. One had tan skin and the other white. The white supe was larger both in terms of height and weight. They were both in casual wear.

“Well, I’ll be damned. It’s the A-Train himself!” The tan supe said.

“Come sit us with us!” The large supe invited A-Train.

He stood still for a moment before accepting the invitation. He sat on one of the spare chairs.

“So, something did indeed stop the A-Train. Is that right?” The tan supe quipped.

A-Train frowned at that comment.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized. “I probably shouldn’t have said that. I’m Firecracker by the way. This is Love Sausage.”

He pointed over to the large supe, who responded by waving.

“That’s Avarice in the bathing suit. And the creature there is The Missing Link. He’s quite a bookworm.” Firecracker continued. “Sandstorm and Shockwave are somewhere. I just don’t know where.”

The sea creature was approaching the group and extended a hand out to A-Train.

“Welcome, Mister A-Train. I am The Missing Link. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

A-Train shook his hand awkwardly. This supe was unusually formal for someone being here with some type of addiction.

“I told you he was a bookworm.” Firecracker quipped.

“And something I take pride in.” He retorted.

Avarice joined The Missing Link shortly after.

“I’m Avarice. It’s nice to meet you, A-Train.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” He shook her hand. “Hey, Firecracker, do you know where Sandstorm is?”

“Hell if I know.” He answered bluntly.

That was when another tan supe exited out the sliding doors. She had spots that patterned her skin and wearing comfortable clothes. She had shocking blonde hair and her eyes were bright like gold.

A-Train cocked an eyebrow at this supe. She was beautiful despite her casual wear.

"Do I know you?" A-Train asked as he walked up to the tan supe.

Her yellow pupils glanced to him and she perked her head up.

"Do you know me? I know you! You and Queen Maeve took me out from that Compound V facility!"

"Sandstorm?" A-train guessed.

"The one and only." She answered, gracefully bowing her head. "Don't tell me you've forgotten our last encounter already."

"At the abandoned Compound V facility?" A-Train asked.

"No, at the Herogasm. Of course, it was at the Compound V facility." Sandstorm quipped. "The both of you put up a pretty good fight."

**

Sandstorm was prepared for the upcoming assault. Compound V was freshly infused inside of her.

"Come out, Sandstorm!" Queen Maeve pleaded with her. "We wish you no harm. Just surrender and we will safely escort you out."

Sandstorm heard the plea but refused to accept it. They were responsible for Popclaw's mysterious death and are forcing themselves inside of here. If anything, She and Beastmaster were the victims.

She saw the two of them around them corner. She quickly conjured up a sandstorm, which blinded them. Queen Maeve and A-Train started coughing placed on their protection from the assaulting element.

"She went to the right!" Queen Maeve coughed.

"What?!" A-Train questioned, snapping his head to the right.

"Go to the right!" Queen Maeve warned again.
They made their way towards the right. After another half a minute, they could see a few shapes ahead of them.

Sandstorm was accompanied by a cougar. The feline was snarling and poised to jump at them.

“Go after Sandstorm! I’ll hold off the animal!” Queen Maeve ordered.

A-Train nodded and flashed blue.

The cougar jumped on Queen Maeve, raking her shoulders with its claws. She shrieked in pain as the animal made an attempt to bite her throat.

She delivered a swift punch to the animal's nose, cause it to step back. It leapt towards her again, this making a swipe to her face.

It landed.

Blood was seeping out of her cheek as the mountain lion made itself ready for another onslaught.

The sword was hiding in its hilt. Queen Maeve pulled it out of its slumber and killed the mountain lion with a quick slice to the head. Its head came clean off and sailed a few yards down from its body.

She stared down the dead animal, victorious for now.

It wasn't over yet. There was still Beastmaster and Sandstorm to worry about.

A-Train made his way towards a gymnasium looking area. Sandstorm was in the middle of the court, sand following her move as she moved her hands.

"It's alright, Sandstorm." A-Train reassured her. "We're not going to hurt you.'

"How do I know that is true?" She asked, the sand in her hands getting larger. "You barge in here with SUPERSOLDIERS. What you want is to kill us."

"That's only a last resort measure." A-Train clarified. "Please, surrender. We can let you out safely."

"No." was her response before she threw a strand of sand at him. He flashed blue and dodged it.

He threw a swift punch at her, knocked her to go off kilter. She positioned herself right, and created a forcefield of sand around herself.

A-Train placed his covering over his face and flashed blue once again. He threw another punch to the face, this one more powerful than the previous one. It knocked her out, causing the forcefield to collapse on itself.

He tied her hands down with rope that he pulled from his pockets.

Queen Maeve joined him shortly afterwards.

“You got her?” He asked.

“Sure thing.” He answered. “Two down, one to go.”

"Have you seen Beastmaster?" Queen Maeve asked.

"Negative. He could be anywhere." A-Train responded.

"Very well, then. Let's reconvene. We have one of our targets." Queen Maeve advised.

*

"Okay, now that makes sense." A-Train remembered now. How on Earth did he forget?

"So, they brought you here instead of facing trial?" He inquired.

"I exploited a loophole. They were going to send me to federal prison, but they relented once when Vought International offered me treatment. That, and I confessed to them that I was being held against my will by Beastmaster."

Beastmaster was her captor?

“Do you mind if I ask you what happened while you were Beastmaster’s prisoner?” A-Train queried.

“I’d rather not,” She confessed.

That was when one of the techs came to the group.

“Alright, everyone. Time for bed. We gotta be at clinical in the morning.” He announced. “Anyone who hasn’t taken their medication must visit tech office. A-Train, come with me to tech office.”

“Ooooooooh, someone is in trouble.” Firecracker jokingly glibbed.

The rest of the group dispersed to their beds. The Missing Link went over to tech office for his medication.

**

A couple of days passed and A-Train had grown fond of his little group of misfits.

They were headed towards one of the beaches provided by New York.

The Missing Link and Avarice were waist deep in the Atlantic coast, the waves occasionally knocking them over. Sandstorm was orchestrating a sand castle by using some of her power.

Firecracker and Love Sausage were sitting on the sand, their towels protecting them from it.

A-Train was standing on the beach, unsure of what to do.

He watched Sandstorm assemble her castle. The strands of sand that seemingly danced for her.

A-Train tilted his head in curiosity. He went over to him.

“Can you hand me that shell?” Sandstorm asked.

He handed it to her without question.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed, placing the shell over the large castle door.

Sandstorm stepped back, looking over any possible imperfection to correct.

“Looks good to me,” He commented.

“What do you think?” Sandstorm inquisitively asked.

“It looks amazing,” He affirmed. “Keep working on it though. It looks a little shaky in some areas.”

Sandstorm followed the advice, adding reinforcement to the shakier bottom.

"That should do it." She muttered to herself.

"Nice job. It looks beautiful. Oh wait, I already said that."

Sanstorm giggled.

"I'm glad you chose to come. In fact, I'm glad you're becoming more social towards us." Sandstorm confessed.

"Thanks. You know, this place makes me feel like I can truly be myself. You know what I'm saying?"

"I get it. It just feels good to not having the public eye constantly watching you. You can just...let go."

"So, Vought just let you get treatment instead of facing jail time?"

"Yep. It surprised me as well."

A-Train looked away from her and stared at the ocean. The Deep would have loved this spot.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sandstorm asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just a lot to think about," He retorted. Truth be told, there was quite a lot on his mind. From his upbring to his recruitment in The Se to even the heart attack that lead him here.

"I'm sure it can be difficult to talk about those things."

Sandstorm out to the ocean, watching the waves roll and crash onto the shore.

"My grandparents survived the Nakba." Sandstorm explained.

"Nakba?" A-Train repeated. "What's that?"

"It's Arabic for 'Catastrophe'." She explained. "When the Israeli government attacked us, they forced many of us out of our homes."

"Like that?" A-Train questioned.

Sandstorm nodded.

"Exactly like that." Sandstorm reaffirmed. "It was either that or death. They moved to Tel Aviv for sanctuary. Soon, they had my mother and moved over to America for a better life."

"Did they have a better life?" A-Train inquired.

"Depends on who's asking." Sandstorm answered. "On one hand, they did. But on the other, they didn't. They didn't have to worry about the government trying to kill them. But, they did have to worry about being discriminated by civilians. It most hasn't gotten better these days..."

"I can only imagine." A-Train commented. "How do you fit in the picture?"

"A lot actually." Sandstorm placed a hand behind her back, scratching it nervously. "My dad had to do a bunch of feats just to earn the approval of my grandparents."

"Like what?" He prodded.

"Oh, you know, having to avoid contact with my mom for a few months to 'see if he is honest and free of temptation', having to tend to their farm, taking care of the goats for six months...And that's the tip of the iceberg." Sandstorm quipped.

"That must have been rough." A-Train sympathized.

"It wasn't too bad since my father was devoted to doing the tasks my grandfather set before him. He did love my mom after all." Sandstorm sighed. "After about six months, my grandparents started to warm up to him. Soon, they approved, Mom and Dad got married, and then they had me."

"Sounds like your parents made it out okay." He comented

"They did. But, it's nothing compared to your lavish lifestyle." She replied

"Actually...I never grew up with wealth." A-Train corrected Sandstorm

"You never did!?" Sandstorm gasped in disbelief.

A-Train shook his head.

"I grew up in poverty. Mom worked two jobs while dad was working three. My brother had to take a few odd jobs as well." He explained.

Sandstorm looked down for a moment.

"When I got Recruited into The Seven, it was one of the best things to happen to me in my life." A-Train confessed. “It was my true break from poverty.”

"What's it like? Being a member of The Seven, I mean." Sandstorm inquired.

"It's...interesting. I'm glad I get those payouts. It allows me to put a college fund aside for Little Isabella.”

“Is she your daughter?”

“My niece.” He clarified.

Sandstorm laughed lightly.

“Your favorite? Your little cousin?” She joked.

He smiled.

“The one and only. Little Isabella is definitely the light of my life. There’s of picture of me holding her when she was born. I hung it up in the room to remind myself why I’m here for treatment.”

“Sandstorm and A-Train, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” Firecracker jested as he approached them.

“Do you guys ever wonder why we’re here?” He asked.

A-Train scratched his chin thoughtfully.

“Probably because we were forced to be here.” He joked.

The three of them erupted into laughter.

**

Today was the day of the ball and everyone was beyond thrilled. All the supes had on their Sunday's Best (Whether that was they brought or was rented for tonight.)

There was buzz all over the lobby. They were discussing the expectations they were good to have for tonight. A pleasant night of food, drink, and music. And most importantly, no press with the exception of photography provided by the social media coordinator and the gag photo booth.

A-Train was wearing a white button up long sleeved with slacks that were black with matching shoes to boot. He was scanning the area for Sandstorm. Wher could she be? She said she going to be here in fifteen minutes. Maybe she was finishing up her makeup?

As more and and more supes were coming to the lobby, A-Train was getting more concerned. Did she not go?

That was when he saw her.

A-Train's mouth was agape when he saw Sandstorm coming down the stairwell.

She was wearing an ebony kaftan with red accents at the fronts and sides. The sleeves extended out to the end. A red sash was tied to her waist. Her hair was tied back into a bun, concealing her waves.

"How do I look?" Sandstorm asked, clutching onto the sides and twirling.

A-Train shook his head a few times to snap himself back to reality.

"You look stunning. Beautiful, I'd say!" A-Train answered.

Sandstorm curtsied.

"Thank you! It belonged to my mother." She retorted. "Ready to head off to the ball?”

She extended her arm out to him in a triangular formation.

“Yes I am!” A-Train responded, locking arms with her in the triangular position.

The both of them walked towards the theatre to be greeted by other supes in their absolute best clothes.

The foyer was decorated to resemble the iconic painting “Starry Night”. Down to the color palette being a near replica.

There were round tables with no chairs present and servers handing out small appetizers to them.

Little did they know was that chaos would ensue soon.

Hughie and Kimiko were disguised as servers. They were on opposite ends of the foyer and were given trays of beef Wellington and tuna tartare respectively.

They communicated through text and intricate motions with their eyes. Kimiko spotted her target by accident.

“Excuse me, what is that?” Sandstorm inquired.

“Tuna tartare.” She answered.

“Oh hell yea, I’ll take it!” She took a few samples.

“Napkin?” Kimiko asked.

“Please!” She responded.

When she gave her the napkin, she left.

Kimiko returned to Hughie. He was refilling his tray when she approached him.

“I found Sandstorm.” She whispered in his

"And now, a few words from Our Beloved Senator: Missus Victoria Neumann! And her husband!”

Applause was heard throughout the theatre as Victoria walked stage right onto the podium. She was wearing a white blouse with a red pencil skirt and matching heels. Her belly was protruding, but not in the way of body fat.

You see, Missus Neumann was expecting. Of course, the missus and mister were beyond thrilled to welcome the newest addition to the family.

“Good evening, let us start with a moment of silence followed by The Serenity Prayer.”

The crowd went silent.

“God,” She started.

“Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things that I can, and the wisdom to the know the difference.” The supes all said in unison.

A-Train was visibly uncomfortable with the prayer, alongside Sandstorm. The two of them were two ends of the coin. A-Train considered himself a Christian, But he never practiced it. Sandstorm on the other hand, is a Muslim. The cultlike system of the program bugged her out.

"Thank you, one and all, to the Annual Saint Maximillian Kolbe's Ball." She started the speech. "This is a much anticipated night of the year as we celebrate supes and their journeys and accomplishments in this facility. To those who have joined us recently, welcome. Your journey has started, but this is a crucial step to seeing a brighter and better tomorrow!"

There was more applause. Victoria raised her hand, causing the audience to quiet down for a moment.

"This facility was established to help supes afflicted with the illness known as addiction. Specifically Compound V addiction. This facility couldn't have been possible without the help of Vought International and several of our donors here with us tonight." Victoria continued. "It is through this support that makes recovery possible!"

More clapping from the audience.

"Now, I would like those who are new to Saint Maximillian's to please stand." Victoria ordered.

A-Train and Sandstorm stood up.

"Ah, I see Mister A-Train of The Seven! Give a special round of applause for Our Beloved A-Train!" Victoria commented.

The clapping became more excited, followed by cheers.

"So many new faces." Victoria commented. "Now, we shall pass out sobreity coins. Who here has been sober from zero to twenty-nine days?"

A couple of supes got up to collect their token, followed by applause.

"30 days sober?" Victoria asked.

A few more supes followed, followed by more clapping.

"90 days?"

Four more supes got up.

"How about six months?"

Three more supes got up.

"A full year?"

Only one supe got up.

As the clapping continued, Sandstorm dismissed herself.

Kimiko and Hughie both observed her from a distance. When they saw their target heading for the bathroom, she excused herself momentarily.

Sandstorm went to the bathroom and used one of the toilets available.

Kimiko entered shortly afterwards, pretending to wash her hands.

Sandstorm flushed the toilet and went to the sink next to Kimiko.

"What a wonderful event! I can't wait for the actual ball." She cheerily spoke to Kimiko.

"I'm more excited about clocking out." She lied.

She finished washing her hands and faced her.

"You're Sandstorm, right?" Kimiko asked.

"I am. Why do you ask?" She smiled.

"Because a big fan of yours has been expecting you."

Sandstorm was unaware that Kimiko had a syringe laced with Carfentanil and jabbed it into her neck. Kimiko was far too quick for Sandstorm as she was subdued.

She called Billy.

"Get yourself over here, gramps. We have our target."

Chapter 17: Speedster Speedway

Summary:

Today is the Speedster Speedway.

Today was the day that everyone was anticipating: The speedster Speedway. For them, this was their year to spend fifteen minutes in the limelight of adoring fans and to showcase their powers in front of the audience.

The press was eager to snap pictures of the event and the supes’ feats during it.

"Break a leg!" is the only thing coming out every supe's mouth.

Many attendees were sitting, talking amongst themselves and placing their bets on who would come out victorious.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give a warm welcome to America’s Hero, the one and only, Homelander!” A commentator announced through the speakers.

As Homelander entered stage right, the audience erupted into applause. He waved back at the audience, blowing a few kisses to some of his dedicated fangirls.

"Dearest civilians," Homelander began the speech.

The clapping to a pause, almost as if he had cast a spell on them.

“We at Vought USA welcome each and one of you to the Twenty-Seventh Annual Speedster Speedway. This event was started by Our Beloved Apollo, who challenged his twin brother Eagle's Eye to a race. What started as simple sibling rivalry became a yearly tradition for them. This would soon translate into the event we know and love today.”

As Homelander was delivering his scripted performance, many supes were in their respective teams and locker rooms. They were all given color coordinated jerseys to represent each team. They were all waiting on bated breath to get up on the stadium floor and be lauded with love from the crowd.

Valkyrie and Liberty were both sitting together on one of the big creates in the backroom.

They were both wearing blue jerseys with the numbers fourteen and eighty eight respectively. Darker blue shorts were also worn and complimented their jersey.

“Despite its name, this is an event to celebrate all supes and their feats.” Homelander continued on with the speech. "An event that puts all of their abilities to the test. However, this year is a special occasion. This year brings us a chance to showcase our skills. More importantly, this is the time for all supes to be their prime for a chance to recruited into The Seven!"

The supes backstage began talking amongst themselves about this. One of those supes? Being recruited into The Seven?

It sounded too good to be true.

Homelander paused, his moment of silence being intercepted by cheers and flashes of the photographers.

“We at Vought USA thank you for your continued support. And now, Our Beloved Starling will sing the National Anthem!” Homelander announced, leaving stage left to the sound of cheering.

A female supe appeared stage right. She had fair skin and auburn hair. She was wearing a brown leotard and a cape that resembled a bird’s wings.

“Oooh, say, can you see? By the dawn’s early light?” Starling started to sing.

Everyone both on and off stage seemed to place their hand on their chest, standing erect.

“What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,

Whose bright stripes and white stars through the perilous fight,

O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming?

Aaaaaaand the Rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gaaave proof through the night, that our flag was still there?

Oooh, say does that star-spangled banner yet waaaaaaave,

o'er the land of the freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~?"

There was cheering from the audience as the Anthem came to a crescendo.

"And the hoooooooome the braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave?" Starling finished her her National Anthem declariation and the audience erupted into cheers.

“A wonderful rendition of the National Anthem by Our Beloved Starling.” A commenter said. “And now, Lamplighter of The Seven will be lighting the torch to signify the start of the Speedster Speedway!”

Lamplighter entered stage right, carrying a torch over his shoulder. As he got to the center of the field, he stood tall, facing the audience. The flame above him lit up the entire area.

Lamplighter slowly lowered the torch, letting the flames engulf the main torch. It illuminated the arena, which was followed by pyrotechnics going off.

The opening ceremony went off without a hitch or hiccup.

“And now, let us introduce our teams and supes who are participating this year’s Speedster Speedway!” The commenter announced.

The supes were escorted by security out to the field. The were all positioned in line and based on the team they were in.

“Give a warm welcome to Fire and Earth, Drummer Boy and Iron Lungs!” The commenter cheerily announced.

Drummer Boy and Iron lungs walked across the track field, greeted by applause.

Drummer Boy was dark and slender. Not too thin but fit. They were both wearing black jerseys with the numbers twelve and seven on them respectively.

"And here they are, representing the Knights of Columbus, it is none other than Valkyrie and Liberty!"

The audience cheered as the two supes in their blue jerseys.

As the teams were announced, cheering was the only thing that could be heard.

Once when it was finished, many supes were pulled aside for interviews. The perfect chance to spend some time in the limelight.

"Miss Liberty, may I have word with you and your apprentice?" A male reporter asked.

"Yes." She answered "Fire away."

"You know the number that are on your jerseys? The numbers being fourteen and eight-eight."

"I can see that, thank you." Liberty got short. "What is the point you're trying to make?"

"Both numbers are affiliated with Nazis." The reporter answered. "Fourteen is a reference to the Fourteen Words used as a rallying cry for white supremacy. And eighty-eight derives from the Eighty-Eight Precepts which were used by David to recruit people into it. Do you about this?"

Liberty rolled her eyes at the such a ridiculous notion.

"Nonsense. Complete and utter nonsense." was Liberty's answer. "I know the world has become more soft, but I never knew certain numbers would be offensive."

Her trainee nodded along.

"You know, just because people decide to take things way out of proportion, does not mean others have to succumb to it." She told the reporter. "Now if you'll excuse me, my apprentice and I have some last minute training to do."

**

The first event was a five thousand yard track race.

Many speeders were doing last minute stretches and preparations. There was also a row of doctors standing behind the supes, ready to help any supes in need of medical attention.

"Time for the actual race." One of the commentators spoke. "Who will win? Who will lose? Who will The Seven look at for their possible teammate? That answer and more when the race ends!"

On the roster was Flashing Light, Sonic Boom, Tailwind, Swift Runner, Agility, Speedy, Lightning, and Shocker.

Each of them lined up.

“On your marks,” the referee announced.

They all lifted their legs up.

“Get set,”

A loud bang from the gun could be heard.

They all started to run.

Agility was far head, with Shocker at a close second.

It was followed by Tailwind and Sonic Boom.

Swift Runner was last.

Flashing Light twisted his ankle and fell on the ground. He got back up and continued to run, although slower. Sonic Boom had to pull him along.

After about three minutes, the results were in.

Shocker came in first, followed by Agility, and Speedy.

**

The next event was boxing. Drummer Boy had been making a name for himself with this. He danced with his opponent, dodging each strike with near precision until they were tired. That was when he would take advantage of their exhaustion and knock them out.

So far, he had taken down three opponents. All he needed to do was defeat Bull's Eye in order to win.

Bull’s Eye was a formidable opponent. His punches were able to be delivered with deadly accuracy.

Drummer Boy’s style was capoeira. A combination of fighting and dancing which formed a unique rhythm. He used kicks, sweeps, strikes, and throws.

At first, it looked as though it wouldn’t be much of a challenge. Bull’s Eye had pure strength on his side whereas Drummer boy had rhythm.

Drummer Boy bobbed and weaved each punch, sweat forming with each dodge. He almost took a hit at one point, but managed to duck in time.

He lost his footing a bit when attempting a kick, allowing Bull’s Eye to deliver a crushing blow to the stomach.

But, Drummer Boy regained composure.

The fight continued. The audience watched and cheered as the two of them were equally matched.

Drummer Boy swayed left and right like a twig in the wind. Bull’s Eye went for a punch, which Drummer Boy dodged and knocked him off his feet with a low sweep.

He was knocked out. The referee ran over and slammed his hand on the floor three times.

The bell chimed and the audience cheered.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Our Beloved Drummer Boy has won!” The commenter announced.

Drummer Boy breathed hard. He given a bottle of water, which he dumped on his head. The referee hold both Drummer Boy and Bull’s Eye hands and lifted up Drummer Boy’s arm.

The audience roared in delight.

The press all pushed and shoved each other for a moment of attention on the winner. Drummer Boy was pelted with question after question. It was all overwhelming for him.

“First of all, I want to thank mi papa y mi mama por believing in me when I didn’t. I also want to thank Dios Mio, mis amigas y amigos, y mis fans que mi amor muchos!” He said happily.

Liberty rolled her eyes as Spanish was being spoken. Fucking Illegals. It was already bad enough that they were invading the country and receiving hand outs from the government. Now, they’re letting them get involved with Vought? Such a disgusting display

**

Up next was performance. Most of the supes had sang a song followed by a dance routine. Some even flexed their powers during the song. Whether that was demonstrating strength or using voice to hypnotize the audience.

Liberty and Valkyrie were up next. They were set to use both of their powers in a routine and song. The song was "Tomorrow Belongs to Me" from Cabaret.

It was dark in the stadium. There was only lights coving the top. Valkyrie flew up in the air with his wing. A flash of blue came up from Liberty's fingertips.

"The sun on the meadow is summery warm," Liberty started to sing. "The stag in the forest run free. But gather to greet the storm. Tomorrow belongs to me."

Mor blue lightning flashed.

"The branch of the linden is is leafy and green, the Rhine gives its gold to the sea. But somewhere a glory awaits unseen. Tomorrow belongs to me."

Valkyrie dodged the lightning strikes that were now being sent to the air.

"Now Fatherland, Fatherland, show us the sign our children have waited to see. The morning will come, when the world is mine.” Liberty loudly sang as she smiled from ear to ear. The lightning she produced illuminated her face briefly.

The audience was captivated by it. Valkyrie flying in the air, doing all sorts of tricks and making effort to dodge the lightning strikes.

“Tomorrow belongs to me, Tomorrow belongs to me, Tomorrow belongs to me.”

Valkyrie did a series of spins to avoid the lightning strikes.

That was until Liberty snuck in another strike and it hit him.

“Tomorrow belongs to me.”

Valkyrie fell from the sky. The audience gasped as he descended from a fast pace.

He flapped his wings once and found himself back in the air.

The audience roared and cheered upon seeing Valkyrie arise from the lightning strike.

He ascended on the platform with Liberty and the both of them took a bow.

“A remarkable presentation from Liberty and Valkyrie.” The commenter spoke.

**

After three days of activities from the supes, it was time to end the Speedster Speedway. All the teams came up for their victory lap to the audience. However, winners had to be declared.

Obviously, Shocker and Drummer Boy won the track and wrestling respectively. Liberty and Valkyrie won for their performance of “Tomorrow Belongs to Me.” Spearhead won the javelin throw, while Tornado won the vault.

They were all presented with medals and had them placed around their necks.

“Next year’s season is gonna be even better! You should come to watch it if you want to see more fun!” Someone announced over the loudspeaker.

Everyone clapped enthusiastically in agreement.

This enthusiasm would die off quickly as there was some booing.

“No more supes! No more supes! No more supes!” A group of protesters started chanting. They were raising their fists and flying a banner.

“it seems like we have anti-supe protests in our midst.” A commentator said. “Hang tight, folks, we’re hoping to fix the situation.”

Security, alongside Queen Maeve and Wolfdog, tried to usher the protesters out of the premises.

“This is what you’re supporting! ” One of them shouted.

A few people rushed forward and began assaulting security guards. The rest of the crowd began chanting again. This time with even more fervor.

One guard got punched and knocked down. Another attempted to grab another protester, only to be trampled.

Homelander looked over from the podium to see the chaos.

That was when he saw it.

He saw a protester shove Wolfdog to the ground and try to punch her. Anger swelled inside of him. How DARE they touch his wife like that! Homelander flew over to the chaotic scene breaking out. He grabbed his wife and took her to safety.

He looked over to the protester who attacked Wolfdog.

His eyes flashed red and he fired his laser at them. His anger wasn’t quite satisfied. He continued unleashing his wrath on the protesters until they were all on the ground.

The chaos settled and there was a steady pause. The audience were unsure of what to do.

Then there came a clap.

And more claps.

And even more clapping.

Soon, the audience was cheering for Homelander.

He was confused and unclenched his jaw. They were all cheering?

He quickly smiled from the cheering.

“Alright…” he cheerily said.

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Chapter 18: New Leaves

Summary:

Changes are occurring amongst The Seven.

How many members of The Seven are there now? Let’s see, there was Homelander himself, his sweet little mouse, Lamplighter, Queen Maeve, and Black Noir. Starlight is temporarily out and Deep is permanently removed. A-Train is going through rehab and God knows how long that will take.

Homelander and Wolfdog were both sitting on chairs with a desk separating them from Ashley Barrett. They were assessing the supes that had participated in the Speedway and determining which one was worthy.

"Jack of Jupiter?" Ashley suggested.

"What a stupid name. Pass." Homelander blurted out.

Ashley nodded, skipping over the applicant to the new one.

"Holy Mary?" Ashley made another suggestion, hoping to at least go somewhere with it. "She is a supe who uses 'holy magic' for her powers."

Homelander raised an eyebrow.

"And what kind of powers does that entail?" He inquired.

"Using holy light, healing, uses a rosary a her main weapon." She answered.

"Healing, you say?" Homelander interjected. "It wouldn't hurt to have a healer."

"That, and having a female supe wouldn't hurt either. Girl power and all." Ashley quipped.

"But...she doesn't quite scream Seven material, you know?" Homelander added. "I need a supe who can pop! A solid supe that makes the Seven the team that it is!"

"I want to direct your attention towards Liberty and Valkyrie." Ashley said, pointing the monitor towards the couple.

"Valkyrie is the supe that would scream 'exceptionality'.” She emphasized. “His mother is Turtle Dove, a former member of Payback. His father is Night Owl, a formidable supe. As you can see, he is a nepo supe. Imagine the kind of publicity this would get.”

Homelander was actually listening this time. It most certainly wouldn’t hurt to have the son of a former member of Payback into the team.

Payback. What could be said about the team that hasn’t been said before?

For starters, they were one of the very first teams created by Vought International. It was also helmed by the irreverent Soldier Boy. As mentioned before, he was the very first grown human male to receive Compound V and live. A living fluke, he was called. He was also referred to as “Adam” due to this.

“Thank you, Missus Barrett. I’ll see you soon. Be safe, okay?” Wolfdog pecked Homelander on the cheek.

“I will. Nothing can stop me!” He kissed her cheek.

With that, Wolfdog exited the room.

“How is the missus?” Ashley asked.

“Couldn’t be any easier. So many people say that being married has challenges, but honestly it’s been nothing but a blessing.” He confessed.

“Marriage does have its challenges, but it is rewarding.” She retorted.

“How is the baby?” Homelander asked.

“Wonderful,” She answered. “I recently hired a nanny and she seems to like the nanny.”

“And the…milk?” Homelander placed his hands on his breasts, lifting them up and down in an exaggerated manner.

“Are you thirsty?” She cooed, walking away from the desk and went behind Homelander. She started to massage his shoulders.

“I have to plenty of milk to go around.” She whispered in his ear.

Homelander’s face went red with excitement. He licked his lips to the thought of consuming her milk.

That was when his mind went over to his wife. He had the thought of breastfeeding from her. His mouth just closed tight as he haplessly sucked the milk off of her.

“I’m going to be a dad soon.” Homelander thought aloud.

He wanted nothing more than to have kids of his own. Wolfdog was beautiful, intelligent, and understanding. If he ever needed anything, she would oblige with no complaint. She was also good with kids.

What a wonderful mother she would make!

He face was surrounded by warmth and fat. Ashley’s skin smelled of milk, sweet smelling perfume, and another human. It wasn’t the smell of her husband, but instead something else.

It was the smell of a baby.

He continued to weave fantasies in his head.

**

He imagined Wolfdog at the penthouse, holding the newborn in her furry arms. He stormed in after hearing the announcement from the handmaiden.

Homelander came closer to his wife, trying to get a good look at the newest addition of the family.

“Hello, my eaglet.” Wolfdog cooed to Homelander. “He’s finally arrived.”

Homelander went to the edge of the front side of the bed. Wolfdog looked up at him and smiled. The baby cooed and swelled a few times before settling.

“Can you give him to me?” He asked.

“Of course,” She said. “Hold on for a second.”

She picked the child up with ease and handed it to him.

Homelander looked at the baby. It let out a yawn before resting once more.

“You did a beautiful job.” He praised Wolfdog.

she smiled.

**

Homelander had finished both his breakfast and his “quality time” with Missus Barrett.

He had kept moaning and crying out Wolfdog’s name and pleading for a baby during it. He had completely drowned out the noises that she made.

Besides, the room was soundproof.

Homelander went over to his penthouse and found Wolfdog there. She was watching some television.

“Welcome home, my eaglet.” She padded over to him and embraced him. She could smell perfume on him. Women’s perfume.

“You smell like Ashley,” she commented.

“I was with her longer than I expected.” He confessed.

Granted, he never told her about his quality time with Ashley, only because it was none of Wolfdog’s business.

Wolfdog pinned her ears back. She hated when her mind wandered to infidelity. Why would he cheat on her when she was married to him?

No.

That just doesn’t make any sense.

"My sweet little mouse," Homelander cooed, placing both of his gloved hands on her paws. "I want to have a baby with you."

"A...A baby?” Wolfdog repeated, making sure she had heard him correctly.

He nodded his head enthuastically a few times.

"Homelander..." Wolfdog muttered. "I...Don't you think we should plan this? We can't just simply have sex and expect to have a baby. We have to figure out..."

As Wolfdog was figuring the finances and stresses that comes with a baby, all Homelander could think of was his legacy.

He can just envision it now. His beautiful wife with an ever expanding belly that was accommodating for their bundle of joy. Her breasts being full of warm, creamy....DELICIOUS and nutritious milk. Just for him and the baby.

And what would the baby look like? What kind of genes would it inherit? And powers? Would they be a mix of his and wife's powers and would it have their own?

All these questions were racing through Homelander's mind as he stroked his wife's cheek with his thumb.

"...Although there are apps where I can keep track of my menstrual cycles and when I'm ovulating." Wolfdog continued with her lecture.

Homelander was roped back into reality.

"Oh, well..." He placed one of his gloved hands behind his neck, clenching his jaw. "The...The money is no issue. I have more money than what I know what to do with it. We will have plenty of clothes and and and diapers..."

Wolfdog turned to Homelander with a soft smile on her face.

"Honey...Let me finish, okay?" She asked. "This isn't just about a dollar amount."

She gestured towards her stomach area.

"This is about welcoming a new life into this world. You don't realize how much your child's life is precious until you have one. That's why it's important to make sure everything is perfect for them. So they can grow up to be the best person possible." Wolfdog sighed.

Homelander smiled and placed a gloved hand on his shoulder.

"I love you, my little mouse. And I am beyond thrilled that you are already thinking about our baby." He said with the upmost confidence.

**

“Kevin, you know the money isn’t going to last forever,” Marlena spoke as she put some clothes up in a basket. “It’ll be a matter of time before your value drops and your action figures haven’t done the numbers, even while you were in The Seven.“

“Marlena, I graduated with a bachelor’s in marine biology. I’m pretty sure I can land a job in this shithole.” The Deep reassured her.

**

“Welcome to Joe’s Crackin’ Knuckles, what can I get you started with today?” The Deep spoke to a few patrons at the restaurant.

Turns out being credibly accused of sexual misconduct has its effects. For starters, people look at you differently when you walk into the room. At the very least, they notice your presence and either distance themselves or avoid making eye contact altogether.

Another was perception. Since his assault accusations, what little public opinion of him was permanently tarnished. Since his graduation from The Seven, many expressed relief. Now that they knew the kind of supe of he was, any association became social suicide.

“In the state of Florida, City of Clearwater officials have decided to remove a statue commemorating The Deep following sexual abuse allegations.” A female anchor announced as video footage of the statue was shown.

The Deep hissed as he heard this while cleaning one of the tables at the restaurant. It was at least twenty five minutes before closing and he decided to go a smoke break. The other staff can take care of the family of six.

He arrived at the back of the restaurant, pulling out his vape and putting it towards his mouth. The smoke penetrated his lungs and he exhaled, letting out pent up frustration.

A woman with dyed blue hair wearing a black uniform and hat went outside with him as well.

“You and me both.” She said to The Deep as she pulled out a cigarette. She fumbled her pockets for a moments and then gave in.

“Do you have a light?” She asked.

“I-I do, funny enough.” The Deep stumbled a bit, pulling one out of his pocket.

He lit the cigarette for her. She inhaled, taking in the smoke and exhaled.

“Kevin Richardson, right?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“The one and only.” He replied, puffing his chest up.

“And you were a member of The Seven?” She pried.

“Was.” He laughed condescendingly at that notion. “You grab a girl certain way and she cries rape over it. Why, are you curious about my past? Are you planning on firing me once when you find out?”

The blue haired girl chuckled.

“Everyone knows who you are, Deep. Your name is pretty hard to escape, putting aside the allegations.” She replied.

“Who are you anyways?” He asked.

“My name’s Marina. Although, some people call me Ambrosia.” She answered, flashing her teeth at him.

“Why Ambrosia?” He prodded.

"Huh, I didn't know you'd be this thick." Marina quipped. "That's...or at last it WAS my supe name."

"Huh...You were with Vought?" The Deep asked.

"Emphasis on was." She retorted. "Apparently, you're not allowed to touch a guy a certain way. Let alone do it when cameras are rolling."

"Tell that to Homelander." The Deep scoffed.

The both of them laughed.

**

Starlight was sitting on a chair, across the desk was a man wearing a long sleeved shirt and slacks. Starlight working dress that went down to her ankles and sandals.

“I don’t understand. On one hand, I know it’s not my fault,” Starlight said. “But on the other, I can’t help but blame myself.”

“Why do you blame yourself for the rape?” Dr. Hazel asked.

“Because I got drunk and high at the party. If that didn’t happen, he wouldn’t have raped me.” Starlight sharply exhaled.

“But what if you weren’t? Do you think he still would have done it?” Dr. Hazel asked.

“I…I don’t know. Probably-“

“He still would have.” He interrupted. “You have no one to blame but him. He chose to take advantage of you in a vulnerable situation.”

Starlight frowned. Despite her rationalizations about the incident, her doctor was right.

The Deep would have taken advantage of her regardless.

"So, what happens now?" Starlight inquired.

"I wouldn't advise rushing your recovery, Miss January." Dr. Hazel warned.

"But the people and my team need me! I can't just stay cooped up in Des Moines." Starlight retorted.

"If you still wish to return to New York, I advise seeking individual therapy. Or better yet, seek support groups." Dr. Hazel advised.

"What kind of support groups?" Starlight asked.

"For sexual assault survivors. I can get you list of meetings you can attend here AND New York." Dr. Hazel answered.

**

Liberty was wearing a blue slip-on with a matching see-through robe. She had just made herself a cup of coffee as the evening news started playing.

Her peaceful evening would be interrupted as she saw that American Flag cape.

“How the hell did you get in here?” Liberty growled.

“I broke in through the window.” Homelander answered flippantly.

“We want Valkyrie to join The Seven.” Homelander confessed.

“He won’t come unless if I’m allowed to join. I am his mentor, after all.” Liberty sneered.

“I can just put him under my wing.” Homeland dismissed Liberty.

“You already have that mutt under your ranks.” Liberty growled.

“That mutt is my apprentice, and your future teammate. I would watch your tongue if I were you.” He warned her.

“Either way, Valkyrie will not be coming unless if I am allowed to join. That is my final offer. Take it or leave it.” Liberty gave the ultimatum, her armed crossed and finger tapping her arm.

Homelander sighed, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“Very well, then. You will join us as one of the Seven. Only because you are Valkyrie’s mentor.” He surrendered.

Liberty smiled.

“Thank you, Mister Homelander. Me and my protégée will be of good service to the team.”

Chapter 19: Welcome to the Family

Sandstorm woke up in a panic. She was locked up in a cage. She went over to the bars and furiously began shaking.

“Oi! Quit making that racket!” A voice could be heard, followed by the heavy sound of boots going down the stairs.

It was none other than the Butcher.

He squatted down to get a closer look at her.

“Look it here. None other than Sandstorm herself.” He quipped

“You get away from me!” She warned, her eyes flashing yellow.

“Ease up, little bloke. We’re not gonna hurt ya, yeah? We just want some information.”

“Information? About what?” Sandstorm inquired.

“About you and your little posse that was running around the abandoned Compound V facility.” Billy answered. “Now, tell me, what we you lot up to?”

“Beastmaster hid us there to not only make us stronger through The Compound, but also to put his animals through it as well.”

“Animals?” He parroted. “Why would Beastmaster put his animals under the effects of Compound V? Did he ever explain that to you?”

Sandstorm shook her head.

“I’m afraid not.” She answered honestly.

“And why did he recruit you, of all supes?” He asked

“Because he saw potential in me.” She answered, her voice shaky.

“Potential, eh? Is that why he was shooting you up with V?”

She nodded. Her body was trembling uncontrollably.

“Can I be let out now?” Sandstorm asked sheepishly.

“No. I’m not done with you yet.” Billy asserted. “I can tell that you’re scared.”

Sandstorm tried to calm herself down.

“What are you going to do with me?” Sandstorm asked, her voice still shaky and unsure.

“I want to make a proposition,” Billy said bluntly. “I want you to join us to take down Homelander.”

“Homelander?!” Sandstorm parroted. “You can’t possibly take him on. He’ll squish you like an ant!”

“Aye, that may be true.” Butcher responded, slicking back the strands of loose grey hair. “But a supe can kill another supe, no? That’s why I want you to be part of the team.”

“Even if I were to try and confront him, he could easily kill me too. Nothing can stop Homelander!” She confessed.

“That is true, the cunt is a tough one. However, we do have some tricks up our sleeve. NEVER underestimate the power of us humans. You supes may have your powers, but we were the ones responsible for creating the V. With your help, we will have a better chance at taking down Homelander. So, what do you think?” He proposed.

“What happens if I refuse?” Sandstorm questioned.

“Let’s just say…bad things will happen and we will force you to say ‘yes’.” He threatened her.

Sandstorm’s heart was pounding out of her chest. All she wanted to do was break out of the cage and run. But she couldn’t. The drugs were still inside of her system and she was beyond terrified of the man before her.

“Well, it looks like I have no other choice, now do I?” Sandstorm quipped. “I accept your offer.”

She gulped loudly.

Billy smiled.

“Well, that’s settled then. I’ll keep you in here for the night. And DO NOT think about escaping. I will find out and if I do…you better start praying to your god for mercy.” Billy threatened her again.

He walked out the stairs and closed the door.

Sandstorm sighed in a mix of relief and distress. What on earth had she gotten herself into?

 

**

The members of The Seven were all talking amongst themselves about the latest escapades they were involved with. They were all headed towards their headquarters for their daily tasks.

Everyone sat down by the V-shaped table, with Homelander looking over the monitors. There were flashing various headlines of Vought’s supes, but one of them caught their eyes.

“Homelander Kills Anti-Supe Protesters, Sparks Outrage.”

“After the murder of various anti-supe protesters at the Speedster Speedway, outrage has been building up and many are calling for America’s Hero to be held accountable for his actions.” The newscaster spoke through the monitor.

“My fucking points went down by twenty percent!” Homelander ranted, effortlessly destroying the glass of milk he was holding in his gloved hand. “I help get rid of the anti-supe protesters and THIS is the thanks that I get?!”

Wolfdog flinched as he broke the glass and threw on the ground. Everyone else was unphased by the supe’s hissy fit.

His eyes flashed red for a moment. He was more than willing to destroy the monitors and whatever else was in his way.

That was when Liberty and Valkyrie walked in the room.

“Excuse us, were we interrupting something?” Liberty piped up.

Homelander calmed down upon hearing her voice.

“No, no. you weren’t. Just…Just sit down.” He retorted.

“Thank you.” Liberty sat down next to Lamplighter.

Valkyrie followed suit, sitting next to Wolfdog.

“Everyone, welcome Liberty and Valkyrie. Liberty is Valkyrie’s mentor and Valkyrie is the son of Turtle Dove.”

The remaining Seven members talked amongst about themselves about Valkyrie’s heritage. The son of a team member of Payback? It sounded too good to be true. They took note of the talons in place of his feet and wings and tail feathers. So far, everything seemed to check out.

“Right, now that we have gotten the formalities out of the way.” Homelander remarked, his gaze going back to the monitors. “Has anyone here know about the supe terrorist running about?”

“A supe terrorist?” Queen Maeve questioned.

“Yes, a supe terrorist?” Homelander reiterated. “Now, we only know the name of the supe and her powers.”

“Who is this supe terrorist?” Lamplighter asked. “What do they want?”

“Their name is The Abyss.” Homelander asked. “They have the ability to create black holes at will.”

“Black holes?!” Wolfdog parroted.

The remaining members talked amongst themselves about this supe terrorist and their frightening power. Black holes? At will?

“Is this supe affiliated with Vought?” Lamplighter asked.

“No. A genuine rogue supe this time.” Homelander answered, turning to face his colleagues. “We clearly have some work cut out for us. In the meantime, I want everyone to go into the danger rooms so we can tune our skills.”

Everyone nodded.

“Is that clear?” Homelander asked.

Everyone answered with a unanimous “Yes.”

“Alright then. Everyone, get out. Valkyrie, Liberty, come with me.” Homelander retorted.

Everyone left the room, except for Liberty and Valkyrie.

“So, I saw you two made it to headquarters safely. I’m assuming I wouldn’t need to give you a tour of the place.” Homelander remarked.

“I don’t.” Liberty retorted. “But, my apprentice would like to be shown the area. Especially since he is now Vought affiliated. Just like his parents.”

“Your parents must be proud of you.” Homelander commented.

“My father, Night Owl, is most certainly thrilled about me working with Vought. But, he’s more excited about me working with The Seven.” Valkyrie clarified. “And I’m glad to be working with you, Mister Homelander.”

“Don’t sweat it.” Homelander quipped. “We chose you for a reason.”

“And I for one couldn’t be any more grateful.” Liberty smiled. “I promise you that you won’t regret picking us for your team.”
**

The remaining Seven members were all at the danger rooms.

Compared to the regular training rooms, the danger rooms were a different breed of training. Aside from simulating various supes and their abilities, the pain one obtains is very much real. That’s why these rooms were rarely used. That, and a series of freak accidents have occurred during training.
Wolfdog was on all fours and the rest were in all position. The emulated was supposed to be The Abyss but there were no images of them. It was instead based off the description of the abilities.

The figure was cloaked with a black cape. A series of purple balls followed by a big ball was helping it keep in place. It shrouded the supe’s face. They were also wearing a black bodysuit and boots.

Wolfdog snarled as the supe’s apparition drew close.

“Remember, this supe has the ability to create black holes. Proceed with caution, Miss Wolfdog.” Lamplighter warned.

Queen Maeve drew her sword.

Lamplight snapped his fingers and flames came out of his fingertips.

Black Noir drew his blades from his holster.

The apparition extended an arm and a black void started to form. Black noir threw one of his knives at it, causing it to wince and snarl in pain.
Wolfdog threw caution to the wind and charged. The apparition quickly recovered and tossed her aside, causing her to hit a wall.

“Wolfdog!” Lamplighter cried out, ushering over to help. “Are you okay?

“What?” Wolfdog questioned. “You think some throw to the wall is gonna stop me? I’m only getting started.”

She charged again, this time making contact with her leg. She began shaking her head furiously, causing blood to seep out of the bite wound. The apparition began to howl in pain and summoned a black void.

“Do your worst to me.” She snarled through the bite.

Black Noir knew what was going on and he grabbed Wolfdog by the hind legs. She retaliated by snapping at the air before being flung by Black Noir. She landed on all four of her paws.

The black void was unleashed, causing many things to be sucked into the all consuming void.

Queen Maeve stabbed her sword onto the street.

“Everyone! Get ready! Hold onto me!” She ordered.

Everyone all hugged onto Queen Maeve with all their might. Despite this, they were slowly but surely being sucked in. Queen Maeve continued to cling onto her sword, but it was shaking violently against the hungry void.

The sword was quickly swallowed.

Soon, everyone was struggling against the void and its consumption.

One of the Vought employees saw this and quickly shut down the simulation.

Everything was quickly back to normal.

“What the hell was that?” Queen Maeve asked, quickly grabbing her sword and sheathing it.

“I don’t know, Queen Maeve.” Lamplighter answered. “But, it seems like we have a lot of work to do regarding The Abyss. If they are this powerful in the simulation, God help us all…”

Black Noir nodded in agreement.

Homelander walked in the room, looking over the aftermath.

“What the hell happened here?” He asked, placing his hands on his hips like a disapproving father.

“The simulation was too much for us.” Queen Maeve answered. “The simulation of The Abyss is too powerful for us. We need to devise a plan on how to counter their void balls.”

Homelander scoffed at this.

“Please, we’re the Seven for crying out loud! We can’t just let the civilians know we can’t take on one supe terrorist!” Homelander insisted.

Queen Maeve glared at him.

“Don’t give me that look, Mads.” He cautioned.

“It’s true, though.” Lamplighter spoke up. “We all struggled against it. I don’t even think you could take on the supe yourself.”

Homelander curled his upper lip.

“I’m Homelander and I can take on anything.” He bragged, placing a fist over his chest. “Nothing can stop me!”

“Homelander,” Wolfdog piped up. “Everyone here is right. If the simulation is too difficult for us to handle, what makes you think we can handle the real thing?”

Homelander deflated when he heard his wife question him.

“Alright, since you guys want to be too cowardly, give me the mission. I’ll just pull their limbs off and have them chewing on it like a dog bone.” He growled, not pleased with his teammates’ answer.

“Everyone, get out. I’ll get involved with the danger room training.” He yelled.

Homelander pressed a few buttons and gave a few Vought employees the thumbs up.

The simulation was reset and The Abyss appeared.

Homelander smiled.

“So, you’re the supe terrorist that’s been causing all this damage?” He mocked the apparition. “Let’s see what you got.”

**

Queen Maeve was walking towards her place when she saw a familiar blonde supe.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Temerity smiled.

“Oh, thank God it’s you.” Queen Maeve embraced her and gave her a kiss on the lips.

Temerity reciprocated.

“It’s been a while. Do you want to go to Vought-A-Burger with me?” Temerity asked, her hands behind her back.

“Sure. I could use a break from Seven duties.”

The both of them were inside the restaurant, eating burgers and fries.

“I’m so glad you came.” Temerity expressed gratitude.

“I’m glad I came, too. It’s nice to see your face again. When was the last time we hung out?” Queen Maeve asked.

“I believe it was at the cat café…or was it at Central Park?” Temerity tried her best to remember, putting her finger to her bottom lip.

Queen Maeve chuckled.

“I don’t think it really matters. I do enjoy your company and I would like to see you more often.” Queen Maeve confessed.

“I do, too. In fact, I was wondering if we could…you know…actually be together?” Temerity proposed.

“Are you trying to get me to be your girlfriend?” She asked.

Temerity smiled sheepishly.

“I-I mean, it’s your choice. You don’t have to be my girlfriend.” Temerity stammered.

“I for one would love to be your girlfriend.” Queen Maeve answered.

“Really!?” Temerity got up from her chair, accidently knocking over some leftover fries.

“Of course.” Queen Maeve retorted.

Temerity pulled her by the collar of her warrior getup and kissed her on the lips.

Queen Maeve reciprocated.

Chapter 20: Give Us This Day, Our Daily Bread

Summary:

A-Train decides to AMA rehab, Wolfdog has an interview with V.I.P., Hughie, Kimiko, and Starlight attend a sexual assault survivor meeting.

Notes:

ama=against medical advice

hey yall !!! thanks fpr being soo patient with me. i have been busy with work and other life stuff got in the way, i hope you guys enjoy this chapter !!!

It had been close to a week since Sandstorm was at the ball. He hadn’t seen her since she dismissed herself to the restroom. He would frequent the places she had been with him, just how her to show up.

The rose garden.

The pool.

Even the little cafe that she admired so much.

No trace of Sandstorm.

“This is beyond strange…” He thought aloud.

Night time followed and his posse of misfits were residing by the pool for the evening.

A-Train only had his feet in the water.

“What’s wrong? Is the World’s fastest man, more like World’s pussycat!” Firecracker quipped.

A-Train glared at him.

“Oh, sorry.” Firecrack quickly apologized.

“I’m thinking of going AMA.” A-Train confessed.

“What?!” The group all collectively gasped.

“Why? You’ve put in so much work and effort into your recovery!” Firecracker exclaimed.

“Why waste it now?” The Missing Link inquired.

“Because I’m going to look for Sandstorm.” He replied.

“Why do that? We all know she most likely AMA’d.” The Missing Link pondered.

“Yeah, but I just don’t believe it. I have this feeling in my gut, you know? Like she’s in danger.

“Now, you’re just overthinking things. Do some square breathing, big boy.”

“Four in through the nose and four out the mouth!” Avarice added.

A-Train attempted this. But, it would shift to Sandstorm.

He had known plenty of female supes through flesh, but Sandstorm was different.
She was vulnerable. Honest, and a bright soul.

Each time he thought of her, it would immediately calm him.

“What do you think, my guy?” Firecracker asked.

“I’m still gonna look for her.” A-Train replied.

“You can’t leave us!” Shockwave cried out.

“We tried, and we can’t change his mind.” Avarice commented.

“That’s what separates A-Train from the rest of us,” Firecracker started. “His soul has been lit again. When someone’s life is in danger, you can make two choices: ignore them or save them. Most of us would ignore it, even if they’re your friend, would you not? You would save your hind first! But, not A-Train! Even if he’s wrong, he had least his priorities straight.”

The rousing speech ended with minor applause from his posse.

“You have the right to make that call. And, if you leave, at least write back to us, you son of a bitch!” Firecracker shot back.

“I will! And I’ll make sure of that!” A-Train saluted before heading to meet with one of the lead techs.

“No using superpowers in the facility!” One tech yelled out in anger.

**

Wolfdog was at Homelander’s penthouse sleeping peacefully next to him.

That was when she heard some knocking.

She perked her canine ear and got up. She did a big stretch before licking her lips a few times. Once when that was done, she grabbed her purple ribe abd went straight towards the door.

“Hmmmm…good morning, Missus Barrett.” Wolfdog sleepishly replied/

“Good morning, Missus Gilman-Suarez.” Ashley responded back. “You have an interview with V.I.P. at 9 AM.”

“V.I.P.?” Wolfdog repeated.

“Vought International Podcast, the company’s one and only supe podcast.” Ashley briefly explained.

“Oh, my! I’m not gonna ne able to e-“

“There will be free food there, Missus Gilman-Suarez.” Ashley said.

“Thank God!” Wolfdog sighed in relief.
**

Welcome to another installment of the Vought International Podcast, the company’s one and only supe podcast! I’m your host, Ryan Vash, and with us today is Wolfdog!”
Applause can be heard through the speaker as Wolfdog made her entrance. “Good morning, Miss Wolfdog! How are you today?” Ryan asked.

“I’m doing wonderful, I’m glad to be here.” Wolfdog answered. “Especially since I have some matcha latte on me.”

The crew laughed.

“Matcha? What made you drink matcha?” Ryan asked.

“Mister Noir showed me nice spot that has THE best matcha. It’s also self-serve with ramen and other dishes but shhhh! I can’t tell you its location! I gotta keep it a secret.”

“How come?” Ryan asked.

“Because some supes want a little privacy. Not everyone wanted to be bombarded with cameras and adoring fans. It can get overwhelming. Unless if you’re Homelander-“

More laughter.

“Speaking of which, are the rumors true? Are you and Homelander an item?” Ryan wiggled his eyebrows.

“An item?” Wolfdog repeated, a foreclaw to her mouth.

“Are you two dating?”

“OH GOD NO- I mean Jesus no!” Wolfdog shouted. “I am so sorry to blowing out your headphones this morning.”

“No worries, this will be edited in post.” Ryan reassured her.

“What are your main struggles in terms of being a superhero? What’s your most recent struggle?” Ryan asked.

“My most recent struggle was with my identity. At first, it was rediscovering and claiming my heritage. And then, it turned into who I am.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It means I’ve been doing some soul searching within myself. Primarily with how I’m perceived as a girl. I mean, technically it’s correct. But, it’s also not correct at the same time, you know? Well, I’ll say now: I’m non-binary, y’all!” Wolfdog cheerily announced.

The podcast host celebrated with cheering and clapping.

“You heard it here folks, Wolfdog is non-binary.” Ryan announced.

“What are your pro-”

“Jesus Christ, she’s a they/them!” Liberty shouted in disgust laced as jest. “She really is filling out the typical leftist bingo.”

Queen Maeve gave her a funny look.

Liberty lifted her arms up.

“What was THAT look for?” Liberty snarled.

“Can you at least be a respectful?” Queen Maeve asked. “You don’t have to like Wolfdog, but she’s your teammate.”

She rolled her eyes.

“At least I’m not the one that lezzed out after being with a man.” Liberty snarked.

Queen Maeve scoffed at her.

Valkyrie entered the room with a supe in a wheelchair. He had medium length silver hair and his costumed resembled that of an owl. His eyes were brown and hee had a few visible wrinkles on his face. He was also wearing a hearing aid.

“Everyone, say hello to my father. This is Night Owl, husband of Turtle Dove.” Valkyrie proudly announced.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the ancient supe. They all went over to him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Night Owl.” Queen Maeve cheerfully lifted his hand up to shake it. “I’m Queen Maeve of The Seven.”

When it was black Noir’s turn to introduce himself. He introduced himself in his usual sign language.

“I don’t believe it,” Night Owl said in disbelief. “Earving? Is that really you?”

Black Noir tilted his head in confusion.

“Please forgive my father. He’s not all there mentally.” Valkyrie gave his disclaimer. “He’s been struggling with Alzheimer’s for a while.”

“My condolences.” Homelander retorted.

“Are you the one who recruited my son?” Night Owl asked.

“I am, yes. It is a pleasure to meet you and your son, Night Owl.” Homelander answered, giving a small bow with his head.

“Likewise.” He retorted.

The team conversed with Night Owl, they learned of his feats, his escapades with Turtle Dove, and the eventual birth of their son, Valkyrie.

“You raised a wonderful apprentice, Mister Night Owl.” Liberty congratulated him.

“Thank my Beloved Turtle. He inherited a good amount of her traits.” Night Owl corrected her.

“Oh, shit! The podcast!” Queen Maeve interrupted the meeting.

Everyone ran over to the phone, but it was too late.

“This podcast has been brought to you by: Vought-A-Burger! Home of the Homie Meal.”

“Goddamnit!” Queen Maeve shouted.

“It’s okay, it drops later tonight on Spotify.” Valkyrie reassured her.

“But that’s irrelevant.” Liberty added. “She came out as non-binary. What is that going to do with our points?”

“Who knows.” Lamplighter said.

That was when Stan Edgar walked in.

“Good morning, Seven. I take everyone has listened to the podcast.” Stan Edgar assumed.

“We missed the part where Wolfdog came out.” Queen Maeve replied honestly.

“I see. Well, the dog is out of the bag. Wolfdog is non-binary. She’s not our first, nor will she be the last, but we live in modern times.” Stan Edgar explained. “Transgender and non-binary rights are at the forefront of this culture war. And it seems Vought has no choice but to come out in support of this.

“I want everyone to be in a Public Service Announcement expressing support for transgender and non-binary identities.”

“But Pride Month isn’t until a couple months!” Liberty interjected.

“It may not be, yes, but it’s a win-win situation. You make a couple of statements and your fans will adore you. The oldest trick in the book.” Stan Edgar emphasized.

“Very well, then. Am I allowed to skip on this?”

Stan shook his head.

“I’m afraid not. You and Valkyrie must participate as you are the newest members of The Seven.”

Liberty gritted her teeth.

“Very well, then,” She muttered to herself.

**

“Welcome, one and all, to our sexual assault survivor forum.” The group leader started. “As the name implies, this is a meeting for sexual assault survivors. The only thing we ask is that you do not go into graphic detail as to not potentially trigger anyone.”

“Hello, my name is Hughie Campbell and I am a sexual assault survivor.” Hughie introduced himself.

"Hi, Hughie.” The group welcomed him in unison.

“I was assaulted a while back by someone I thought I could trust. Obviously, I won’t go into detail about it. However, one thing I can say is how being assaulted made me realize something. It’s not something that only occurs to women, but women can also engage in the act as well. I was deep in denial about it. T-That’s not to say you guys would it obviously. There’s a reason why we’re here.” Hughie said.

“Yes, it is important to remind ourselves that assault is not a women exclusive thing. It can occurs to anyone, regardless of gender. There are nuances as to why women are targeted more, but that’s beyond my understanding. But, regardless, we must also address male victims as well. Thank you for sharing..”

“Thanks for sharing.” The group said.

“Hi, I’m Kimiko and I’m an attempted assault survivor.”

“Hi, Kimiko.” The group said.

“I had a supe attempt to assault me in the past. I was able to chase him off, but part of me can’t help but feel like I did something to provoke it. Like, had I not gone out at night or followed him, it wouldn’t have happened.”

“It’s normal for assault survivors to feel guilt and blame themselves for it.” The coordinator spoke. "Although, we have to remind ourselves that blame should go to the perpetrator.

A few more survivors spoke up.

“Hi, my name is Brandon and I survived an assault…”

“I was so scared out of my mind…”

“I can still remember that day.”

Listening to each survivor, it gave Annie the motivation to speak up.

“My name is Annie, I also go by Starlight, and I am an assault survivor.”

“Hi, Annie.” The group responded in unision.

“I have a question: is it my fault I fulfilled every criterion for an assault survivor? What I mean is that I…was assaulted at a party. I was drunk and so high, I couldn’t think straight…and I got assaulted by someone who I thought I could trust. I’m sorry, that was dumb, I apologize.”

“Annie, you have nothing to apologize about. There is no such thing as victim criteria. That’s a byproduct of rape culture. Regardless of how you feel, it was never your fault. That fact that you were abused while UNDER THE INFLUENCE is horrific and I am so sorry that you had to go through that. Thank you for sharing.”

“Thanks for sharing.” The group said in unison.

“before we go, does anyone have any burning desires they want to share?” The group facilirator asked.

Silence.

“Alright, everyone form a circle.” She said.

Everyone followed the order.

“Who woke us up today?” The group leader asked.

“Our Father, who art in heaven, Hollowed be thy name,” The group responded in unison.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us of our trespasses. As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power are yours. Forever and ever.” The group finished the prayer and scattered.

People were talking amongst themselves about their lives and the kinds of englightenment that they received from the meeting.

Many were expressing their support for Starlight for opening up about her assault.

“Sumimasen…” Kimiko spoke to the blonde supe. “Thank you so much for sharing. It means a lot to us. Could I have your phone number? So we can keep in touch.”

“Sure thing!” Starlight answered. “My Phone number is going to be…”

**
“We saw Starlight at the meeting today.” Hughie said to Billy.

“Fuck me senseless, is this true?” He looked over to Kimiko.

She nodded her head.

“Why was she there?” Billy questioned.

“She was assaulted. I suspect that it may be The Deep but she didn’t really go into detail about it.” Hughie responded. “We also got her phone number.”

“Her phone number?!” He yelled in surprise.

“Call it.”

Hughie called the number and set it onto speaker mode.

The phone rang a few times.

“Hey, this is Annie January, also known as Starlight. Sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner, just call me back on this number. I’ll be sure to call back.” The voice message said.

Billy stared intently at the phone.

“And you got this at an assault based panel?” Billy asked again.

“A sexual assault survivor meeting.” Hughie corrected him.

“Either way, this is valuable information.” Billy declared.

“I think I have a plan…: Billy thought aloud.

Chapter 21: Homemaking with Homelander

Summary:

Homelander gets Wolfdog pregnant, A-Train is denied from being in the Seven, and Queen Maeve has plans of graduating from The Seven

“Any luck with finding the supe terrorist?” Homelander inquired.

Everyone shook their heads no.

“You mentioned she’s able to create black holes, yes.” Queen Maeve interjected. “What if she’s going undercover to prevent being identified?”

“You know destructive they can be. It’s very plausible.” Lamplighter added.
Homelander placed a gloved hand over his mouth.

“Alright, that makes sense. She would go under cover, knowing well that we are unable to identify her.” Homelander remarked. “Keep your guard up, everyone. They could be anywhere. I want patrols to be doubled.”

Everyone collectively groaned.

“Don’t be like that,” Homelander cautioned. “We are dealing with an unusual supe terrorist. The like that we haven’t seen before. But, with teamwork, we can accomplish anything!

Any other concerns?”

Silence.

“Alright. Everyone, get out.” Homelander replied. “Except Wolfdog. I want to have a word with you in private.”

Wolfdog stopped in her tracks when he said that. She immediately went over to him.

Everyone in The Seven left the meeting room.

“I listened to your podcast episode last night.” He commented. “You’ve been shaping up to be better at public appearances. But, there’s something I want to talk about and it’s your identity. I may not understand or necessarily agree with it, just understand that I will support you.

Wolfdog smiled.

“Thank you, Homelander. It means a lot to me.” She pressed a paw to his face.

“I also have a present for you.” He announced.

He pulled out a watch and she presented his wrist.

He placed it on her.

“It’s an Apple Watch designed to keep track of your ovulation. I also had Vogelbaum modulate it with Soldier Boy’s voice. Just for you.”

He flashed her a smile.

Wolfdog responded back by kissing him tenderly.

“Before we get too syrupy, are you hungry?” Homelander interrupted the tender moment.

“I am, yes. There’s this hot pot slash Koream BBQ that I’ve always wanted to take you to...” Wolfdog suggested.

They had booked a private room in the restaurant. They wouldn’t lie and say they enjoyed the quieter moments in their marriage. While it was nice to see a fan or host a special speech, it was nicer to be out of the limelight.

Homelander was overlooking the menu while Wolfdog began preparing sauces that she knew the both of them would like.

“They have a Honey Bear special.” He told Wolfdog.

“Honey Bear?” Wolfdog repeated.

She looked over the menu.

“Fed with nothing but the best nature has to offer, these omnivorous beasts had taken on a more vegetarian diet. Huh… let’s try that with spice. You can never go wrong with a sweet and spicy combo.”

It wasn’t before too long before they were presented with their meals. Wolfdog happily cooked the bear paw, pondering upon its taste. When it was ready, she took a bite. The meat was unusually sweet! Tasted like sugar with a hint of honey.

Wolfdog poured some hot sauce over the bear paw. Much better…

“Homelander, isn’t it illegal to eat bear in New York?” Wolfdog inquired.

Homelander shot her a funny look.

“How should I know that?” He questioned that.

“Because you’re AMERICA’s Hero.” She retorted.

“Oh, and you think I should know every law in every state?” He continued questioning her.

“Ease up, eaglet.” She cooed. “I was only asking a question. I don’t expect you to know the answer.”

That was when the Apple Watch rung.

“Whoa there, missy!” A distinct Midwestern voice rang out. “You’re ovulatin’! I’d advise getting your sweetheart and getting busy with the baby makin’ right away!”

“Homelander, we have to do it now!” Wolfdog declared.

Homelander smiled. He grabbed Wolfdog’s face and began kissing her passionately.

“Home…We can’t do it here. We’re in public!” She cried.

“I can do whatever the FUCK I want…” Homelander growled, knocking over some plates and silverware. “And what I want to do is put a baby inside of you.

He locked lips with her.

From the amount of noise being made, emergency services were called. However, they regretted what they walked into…

Homelander and Wolfdog had their pants removed, in the middle of making love on the table.

They were arrested for public indecency and spent a week in there.

Even they prison, the lovemaking never ceased. By the time they were let out, no one could tell who was more relieved: the couple, the wardens, or the inmates.

**

“Ahh, Mister Jackson. So nice to see you!” Edgar said. “Please, have a seat.”

A-Train took the nearest seat and sat across from his desk.

“What brings you here”? he asked.

“I want to be reinstated back into The Seven.” A-Train requested.

“I see. You want to be reinstated back into The Seven? Well, we did agree upon the terms. But, there was a stipulation in that agreement.” Stan Edgar clarified. “You were supposed to complete your treatment at Saint Max’s before being reinstated into the Seven. Since you went against medical advice, that agreement is now null and void. I’d hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you will not be reconsidered into the Seven.”

“What?!” A-Train shouted in disbelief, getting up from the chair.

“Now, not to worry, this isn’t the end of the world.” Stan Edgar said in his usual professional tone. “You’re still able to enjoy your privileges here at Vought USA. You’ll still get your payouts-”

As Stan rattled on about A-Train’s cushy life back at Vought, A-Train’s hands were trembling. His left leg was shaking uncontrollably.

“I understand you’re upset, however your skills are still valued here.” Stan Edgar continued explaining. “Allow me to introduce you to a new opportunity: A team of supes is looking for a speedster like you. Allow me to introduce you to Earth and Fire.”

A-Train stopped catastrophizing for a moment and he shot his head up.

“Earth and Fire is looking for a speedster and you would be the perfect match.” Stan Edgar said. “As I mentioned, you can still keep your licenses and payouts. All I ask is you accept this offer.”

A-Train lowered his head again.

If he takes the offer, he’ll more than well off. He’ll have a team help him with finding Sandstorm. But, what if they laugh at him? For having “an obsession with Sandstorm”? But, Rehab taught him that it’s always okay to ask for help.

He wouldn’t know unless if he took a shot.

“I’ll do it. I’ll join Fire and Earth.” A-Train agreed.

“I’m so glad we can come to compromise.” Stan Edgar smiled, extending a hand

***

Temerity and Queen Maeve were both on their phones and cuddling in the bed. The bed was large and plush, with red sheets. The bedroom was decent sized, with red and white being the primary color palette for the room.

“I’m thinking of graduating from The Seven,” Queen Maeve said to Temerity.

“Are you sure about that?” Temerity put her phone down and looked over to Queen Maeve.

“I’m certain. I have more than I know what to do with it. If I’m going to spend my life in luxury, I might as well spend it with my girlfriend.” Queen Maeve confessed, looking over to her girlfriend.

“But what about the future?!” Temerity asked.

“Like I said, I have enough money. Let me take care of you.” Queen Maeve pleaded.

“Thank you, Mads. But, The Seven is your life. What’s going to happen to you after them?”

“I get to be happy for once. And I want you there with me.”

Temerity smiled. She embraced Queen Maeve and kissed her passionately on the lips.

Chapter 22: Queen of Cups

Summary:

The Deep goes to visit Amrosia, Black Noir and Wolfdog begin the hunt for the supe terrorist, and Queen Maeve struggles with graduating from the Seven.

Queen Maeve was at Temerity’s apartment, inside of her bathroom specifically. She was wearing an oversized shirt with pajama pants that contained a cat print.

She had a sheet of paper containing a rough draft of her speech in her hands.

“Dearest Civilians,” Queen Maeve started to rehearse in the mirror. “It is with a heavy heart that I announce my graduation from The Seven.”

She paused. Something felt disingenuous about those words. Her heart wasn’t heavy. If anything, her heart was becoming elated. As though a heavy burden had been lifted.

“It has truly been a wonderful time serving under The Seven and following the Creed. But now, it’s time to open a new chapter in life.”

She sighed in exasperation.

“This is stupid!” She crumbled up the paper and tossed it into the bin.

Temerity came over to Queen Maeve, wrapping her hands around her hips.

“What ails you, dear Maeve?” Temerity asked, her voice filled with concern.

“I have to deliver this speech and speak to Supe Resources before I can truly graduate from The Seven. At this point, I’d rather kill myself and spare myself from the paperwork.”
Queen Maeve confessed.

“Don’t even joke about that!” Temerity shouted, squeezing her tighter.

“Ease up, I’m only kidding. I would never do such a thing.” Queen Maeve cooed.

The two of them stayed where they were. Queen Maeve began to stroke Temerity’s blonde hair.

“How do you maintain such soft hair?” Queen Maeve asked.

“I use Pantene.” Temerity answered.

“Is that so?” Queen Maeve hummed, turning over to Temerity. “You’ve always had the softest hair.”

Temerity kissed Queen Maeve on the lips.

“Thank you.” Temerity said

“You’re welcome.” Queen Maeve said, kissing her back.

“Can I help you with your speech?” Temerity asked.

Queen Maeve smiled.

“You can.” She answered.

“Go from the start.” Temerity started.

“Dearest civilians, it is with a heavy heart that I announce my graduation from The Seven.” Queen Maeve began her speech. “It has been a wonderful time serving you as a member of The Seven, but there is a new chapter I want to start. That’s the part I’m stuck on.”

“How about this: I’m graduating from The Seven to spend the rest of my days with my girlfriend.” Temerity suggested.

“I can’t just say that!” Queen Maeve objected, letting herself go of Temerity’s grip and heading towards the bedroom.

“Why not? It’s the honest to God truth.” Temerity argued.

“Yeah, but the people aren’t going to take that lightly. It’s already bad enough the reporters want a slice of our relationship.”

“You can also add in that you want a quiet life.” Temerity threw another suggestion.

“That sounds more reasonable.” Queen Maeve remarked.

“I have yearned for a quieter life and this is what the new chapter entails.” Queen Maeve added to her speech.

“And what does that entail?” Temerity inquired

“A little cottage, being able to sleep in, and being with you, of course.” Queen Maeve answered. “And maybe we can foster a few cats here and there.”

“That would be nice.” Temerity said. “But I think we can word that better. Instead of that, try 'This next chapter in my life entails living a quieter life. I will follow the Creed and help my civilians, but for now I’m going behind the scenes.'” Temerity suggested.

“Thanks for helping me out, Temerity. I feel more confident about delivering this speech.” She said.

“You’re welcome.” Temerity retorted.

“I appreciate it.” Queen Maeve reaffirmed.

“That’s what relationships are for.” Temerity hummed, kissing her loving on the top of her forehead.

“I’ll continue working on the speech later. Are you hungry?” Queen Maeve asked.

“Yea.” Temerity answered. “How does pizza sound?”

“Sounds good to me.” Queen Maeve answered.

**
“Any sign of the supe terrorist?” Wolfdog asked Black Noir.

He shook his head no.

“Keep your eyes peeled, Mister Noir. They could be anywhere.”

There were many people walking about the streets of New York City. They were all in various stages of dress from the fancy suits to a casual shirt and pants. It overwhelmed Wolfdog. If only she had a scent she could track down.

That was when they ran across a furry looking creature wearing a trench coat. She was also wearing a fedora, like she had come out of film noir.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you. We’re looking for a supe terrorist. Have you seen anything suspicious?”

The thing shook her head.

Wolfdog began thinking. Why would someone wear something like that? It’s rather...odd.

“Sorry if this sounds invasive, but any reason for wearing that?” Wolfdog asked.

That was when it walked away.

“Wait!” Wolfdog cried out, following the woman.

The creature started to run.

“Hey! Stop!” Wolfdog and Black Noir began to pursue the suspect. Wolfdog ran on all fours while Noir was keeping up with her.

The suspect made their way to an alley way.

“There’s nowhere to run. Surrender now and we can take you for questioning.” Wolfdog demanded with them.

Wolfdog was ready to pounce when her body was frozen stiff.

“I…I can’t move.” Wolfdog thought to herself.

Her body, alongside Noir’s was stiff. They bodies were under the creature's control. She swung them around like ragdolls. She eventually knocked the both of them into each other at full force, knocking them out.

Wolfdog awoke to a throbbing pain in her head. She groaned, placing a paw over it. Her body also felt like pins and needles. She tried to get up, only to fall back into in the ground.

“Mister Noir?” Wolfdog said, her voice filled with concern.

He got up not to long after being called. He was able to get up

“Are you able to pick me up?” Wolfdog asked. “My body feels like pins and needles.”

Noir nodded, lifting her up.
**
The Seven had reconvened at their headquarters. Monitors were blinking and displaying the news. They were all sitting in their respective chairs in front of a V-shaped table.

“We had a run-in with The Abyss.” Wolfdog announced to the group. “And we have her all wrong. There are no black holes to worry about. What you need to worry about is her ability to control you. She took Noir and I and threw us around like a ragdoll.”

"Really?!” Valkyrie exclaimed.

“Interesting…” Lamplighter added.

“A supe that can control people? How so?” Queen Maeve inquired.

“I don’t know exactly how, but all I know is that you lose control over your body. You can still move your eyes and think, but your body is under her control.” Wolfdog answered.

“She’s certainly a powerhouse threat with a superpower like that.” Lamplighter commented.

“A supe that can control others…” Homelander murmured, putting one of his gloved fingers in between his teeth.

The knowledge of The Abyss’ true power was on display. This was more advanced than Sandstorm and Beastmaster. The remaining Seven members fell in a contemplative silence.
How could they bring down such a thing?

“Now that we have a description, we have to know where she is next and strike.” Homelander said. “I give my team full authority to use lethal force. This supe terrorist must be brought to justice!”

The rousing speech lifted their spirits temporarily.

“We will continue patrolling the streets. Wolfdog, Noir, go to the crime analytics department and give them the description of the supe terrorist. There are bound to have video of her.” Homelander ordered.

Wolfdog and Black Noir nodded.

“Anything else?” Homelander asked.

“I would like to add something.” Queen Maeve spoke up. “I’m graduating from The Seven.”

“What?!” Everyone shouted collectively.

“But Meave, we’re in the middle of an important mission. Are you sure you want to go along with this?” Valkyrie asked, still in shock over what she had said earlier.

“Yes. I’m aware this isn’t the ideal time, but I’m tired. I want to live a quieter life while still following the Creed.”

“So, you want to be selfish and decide to up and leave all because you’re tired?” Homelander sneered. “We ARE The Seven. There is a reason why we are the team that we are. And
it most certainly doesn’t involve graduating because you’re tired.”

“Mister Marathon graduated from The Seven for the same reason.” Maeve fired back.

“He graduated from the Seven due to his health. He was just a speedster anyways.” Homelander dismissed it. “Can’t this wait until the supe terrorist is dealt with?”

“It…can. But, you cannot change my mind. I have made it up.” She said to Homelander.

“Alrighty then, everyone, get out. We have a supe terrorist to kill.” Homelander said nonchalantly.

As the Seven left the room, everyone was talking amongst themselves about Maeve’s sudden decision to graduate. It was beyond confusing, especially at a crucial time like this. She’s tired? So is everyone else but they’re not thinking about graduating soon.

“I’m going to the restroom, Mister Noir.” Wolfdog dismissed herself. “Could you wait here for me?”

Black Noir gave her a thumbs up.

As she entered the bathroom, she quickly went inside one of the stalls. She went inside her fanny pack to pull out a pregnancy test.

“Just pee on it and it’ll determine if you’re pregnant or not.” Doctor Vogelbaum told her.

It was Vought branded. One of the most accurate on the market. She placed the test underneath her and began urinating on it. She waited for a moment before pulling it up.

It read “PREGNANT”.

Wolfdog tilted her ears back.

Is…is it true? She hadn’t received her period for the month. But, these tests aren’t always accurate…

Maybe it would be best to put it in a bag.

She pulled out a Ziploc bag from out of her fanny pack and set the pregnancy test in the bag. It was eventually put into the fanny the pack. Wolfdog flushed the toilet and washed their hands.

Black Noir and Wolfdog were in the crime analytics department. There were several monitors beeping, showcasing various scenes of New York life.

The both of them walked over to the reception desk.

“Hi, Linda. We’re looking for footage of us going after the suspected terrorist. Me and Mister Noir had an encounter with them.”

Linda punched in a few keys and began looking. The way she pulled footage of the both of them with such precision and speed was almost scary.

She pulled an exact timeline of the encounter.

“Stop there! That’s the best shot of the terrorist.” Wolfdog demanded. “Are you able to take screenshots of it.

“Absolutely” Linda answered. She used her mouse and pressed a few keys. A few screenshots were produced from the best footage showcasing their face.

The printer started to whirr as pictures came out of it. The images were placed in a manila envelope and given to the duo.

“Thank you! Have a good day!” Wolfdog exclaimed.

The both of them left.

**
Wolfdog returned to the penthouse, manila envelope on hand.

“My eaglet, I have returned for no one but you!” Wolfdog called out.

Homelander came into the living quarters.

“Good news, I hope.” He quipped.

“We have the identity of the supe terrorist.” Wolfdog announced with joy. “We spoke with the crime analytics department and they had security footage of Mister Noir and I’s encounter.”

“That’s wonderful news!” Homelander exclaimed. “With their identity revealed, we can finally restore peace. We will concoct a plan by tonight.”

**
“Oh, Deep, it’s you. What are you doing here?” Marina tilted her head in confusion.

“You told me to meet you here on a full moon?” He questioned her.

“I did, yes. Thank you for reminding me.” Marina remembered. “So, you want to see why they call me Ambrosia?”

The Deep nodded.

“Behold! My true form!” Marina jumped into the water.

The Deep went after her, looking over the pier. He saw a seal jump in the moonlight.

Strange, he thought to himself. Seals aren’t typically in this part of Ohio…

The seal jumped in and out of water a few times, as if inviting him to play.

He took the bait.

The Deep jumped in the lake, seeing the seal up close.

“Like what you see?” Ambrosia asked, her voice laden with seduction.

“I do, yes!” The Deep answered.

That was when she wrapped her body around his.

“What are you doing?” The Deep asked, full of concern.

“There’s rumors about you, Deep. About your marine lovers~.” She cooed in his ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t mingle like that. Unless if you want to change back to being a human.
”
“Why do that? You love this form anyway.” She continued to use her tail to coax him.

“Get off of me!” The Deep pushed her off of him. However, she was fast underwater.

She delivered a piercing bite to The Deep’s throat,

He screamed.
**
After what seemed like an eternity, it was all over. The Deep was left with a mixture of saliva, water, blood, and semen that was quickly disappearing. He took himself up to shore and went straight to is his car.

It wasn’t too long before he was at the Sandusky Police.

“Hi, I’d like to report a crime that just happened. I just got assaulted by Marina. She’s a supe that also goe by Ambrosia. She turns into a seal during a full moon and- “

“Sir, have you been drinking or did you take something?” The sheriff questioned him.

“I’m sober, right hand to God!” He swore. “My friend turned into a seal and raped me!”

“Right…” The officer said.

“Why are none of you guys taking this seriously?!” The Deep ranted. “If I was a woman, you would be singing a different tune!”

He stormed off the police station.

The Deep stomped his way towards his car and slammed the door behind him. He buried his head on the steering wheel, sighing in exasperation. He could feel that pesky liquid coming out of his eyes.

Tears?

No, he was The Lord of the Seven Seas, Goddamnit! Not a sniveling little pussy!

The supe opened the door for a moment. The cool breezed gently touch his hot cheeks, creating a weirdly warm sensation with them.

When his tears dried up, he placed the key in the ignition.

The Deep drove his way to the lake where he was assaulted. He pulled off to the side of the road. The got out of the car, key still in ignition.

He shifted himself to the bottom of lake bed, his underwater friends passing by to check on him. His gills soaked up the water, as if being reanimated. He was petting whichever fish came in his direction. They would receive pets, swim away, and come back for more.

It was his solace. These creatures that most humans don’t pay mind to were his friends. His true friends. They do not judge him, let alone call him names. They coexist with him. Sure, he’s taken a few of them as his lovers but they’re different. Much different than the people he’s used to.

He stayed in his underwater space until dawn broke. He bade his friends farewell and thanked them for the comfort.

Chapter 23: Wishing Upon a Star

Summary:

Starlight has finally returned to the Seven! A-Train starts his search for Sandstorm.

Notes:

look !!! wolfdog has a reference !!!

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if you ever make fan art of my ocs, send them to my personal tumblr account @ pink-sativa !!!

“Good Morning, Missus Barrett.” Wolfdog said.

“Good morning, Missus Gilman-Suarez. What brings you here today?” She asked.

“I just wanted the news.” Wolfdog answered.

“Miss January is expected to return-”

“Starlight’s coming back?!” Wolfdog parroted, spitting out her drink. “When?”

“In about three hours, but she will be taking a private jet to the tower.”

“Well, what are we doing here? I have to welcome Starlight!” Wolfdog ran on all fours, heading out of her office.

“Wait-Oh, forget it!” Ashley muttered to herself.
**

Wolfdog and the remaining Seven members were waiting patiently in the lobby. They were all anticipating the arrival of Starlight. She was pacing back and forth, continuously paying attention the terminal. Everyone else would occasionally look over, their anticipation matching their demeanor.

“Do you think Starlight has forgotten us, Mister Noir?” Wolfdog asked.

Black Noir shook his head, petting Wolfdog a few times.

That was when someone popped up from the terminal.

It was Starlight!

Wolfdog ran to starlight on all fours, tackling her to the ground.

“We missed you so much.” She hugged her colleague tightly.

Starlight hugged her back.

“I missshed you guysh too!” Startlight muffled through Wolfdog’s furry paws.

“Ready to return back to duty?” Homelander asked, his hands behind his back.

Wolfdog let go of Stralight.

“I am, yes!” Starlight chirped in joy.

“We have a special episode of Se7en on Seven to film. To welcome you back.” Homelander explained.

**

“Welcome to a very special episode of Se7en on Seven.” Homelander welcomed the audience. “I am here with Mister Marathon, former member of the Seven.

Mister Marathon acknowledged the audience with a nod and a wave.

“Today is a very special day.” Homelander emphasized. “As you know, our Beloved Starlight took a medical leave. However, she has recovered and is willing to join back into the
Seven. But, does she have what it takes to be reinstated into the Seven? Let’s take a look.”

The next shot showcased Starlight in her prime. She was beating up criminals, using her powers, and her overall demeanor.

Starlight’s heart swelled as she saw the footage of her prowess. It gave her a sense of pride for not only being a supe, but a valued member of the Seven. However, something else was eating at her.

The rape.

But, The Deep was permanently removed from the Seven! And she went to recovery. She did everything right. Why was she so frightened?

Maybe it was just nerves, she thought to herself. How long has it been since she made a public appearance?

Homelander continued to narrate and provide exposition to Starlight’s debut as a member of the Seven. His eyes would gaze over to her occasionally, gauging a reaction from her.

There were moments when their eyes would meet. Her eyes were smaller compared to Homelander’s, betraying her real feelings.

She placed her hand on her chest.

“Four in, four out…” Starlight muttered to herself in an attempt to say calm. She in haled through her nose, followed by an exhale through the mouth.

“Starlight has shown exponential growth within her tine in the Seven. However, recent incidents have caused her to go on medical leave.”

Starlight’s heart began to pound. She did not agree to disclose it!

“Despite this, it was an opportunity for her to heal and continue growing. We are pleased to announce that Starlight is here with us today!”

The audience began clapping and cheering for the supe’s appearance. She walked in stage right and waved back to her audience.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back America’s Sweetheart: Starlight!”

Uptown Girl by Billy Joel was playing in the background.

“AMERICA’S SWEETHEART: REINSTATED” read the announcement.

Homelander went up to Starlight and hugged her.

“I’m proud of you…” He whispered in her ear, the words far from genuine but the tone rich with honey.

Starlight hugged him tighter.

“Starlight got back in? How the fuck did she manage to do that?!” He shouted uncharacteristically.

“I mean, I’m happy for her. But, FUCK that should have been me.” He confessed.

“Aww, is someone jealous?” Drummer Boy cooed in a teasing manner.

“I’m not jealous.” He emphasized. “I just think it’s interesting they let Annie back in so soon. She wasn’t even on medical leave for a month! Meanwhile, I leave for a valid reason
and I’m not allowed back in? Bullshit!”

“Do you think it’s because Vought has a whitness problem?” Drummer boy pondered.

A-Train shook his head.

“I just think it’s interesting.” He repeated.

“What made you get rejected from the Seven to begin with?” Drummer Boy asked

“I made an agreement with Stan Edgar to attend rehab. Apparently, I had to complete the program in order to be reconsidered. He sweetened the deal by having me join you guys.”

“So, you were bribed to be here?” Drummer Boy inquired.

“Not bribed. More like being reminded of where I came from and who I truly value.” A-Train clarified.

“Where do you go at night?” Drummer boy asked

“I look for a friend. Her name is Sandstorm. I last saw her at Saint Max’s. Have you seen her?”

He pulled out a polaroid picture of the two of them making silly faces.

“I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen her. She’s clearly someone that you care about.” Drummer Boy remarked.

“If you need help, I’m willing to help you look for your friend.” Drummer Boy offered support.

“What?” A-Train asked.

“I said I’m willing to help you find your friend. I’m a good tracker.” He remarked. “When was the last time you saw her?”

“She went to the bathroom. We were at the annual ball together and she went to the bathroom. I’ve haven’t seen her since.” A-Train answered.

“Are you sure she wasn’t trying to avoid you?” Drummer Boy quipped.

“Be serious!” A-Train demanded.

“Alright, alright. Tranquilo.” Drummer Boy soothed him. “But you’re right, there seems to be an element of foul play. Do you think she was kidnapped?”

“Kidnapped? Possibly, but how could they have done it?” A-Train pondered.

“Donning disguises.” Drummer boy responded. “Tenga una idea! Let’s visit the crime analytics.”

They got dressed and went straight to crime analytics.

The room was filled with beeping monitors and inquiries on criminals and supes. Several employees

The both of them were speaking to Karen, the Crime Analytics manager.

“Do you have a catalog for Anti-Supe threats?” Drummer Boy asked.

“There isn’t much. Aside from The Boys.”

“The Boys?” A-Train and Drummer Boy repeated.

“Can you pull them up?” Drummer Boy asked.

Karen nodded. She clicked on Billy’s profile, alongside Hughie and Kimiko.

“They must been involved.” Drummer Boy announced.

“How would you know?” A-Train asked.

“I was kidnapped by them once. That Butcher put up a nasty fight against Iron Lungs. And Kimiko is real nasty too.”

“Trust me, I know. I’ve dealt with them before.” A-Train retorted.

“Can you print out a file of these people.

Karen nodded. She pressed a few keys on her keyboard and the printer began to whirr. Once when the printer was done, she placed each file in a manila envelope and handed it to the two supes.

“There you are, Anything else?” Karen asked.

“No thank you. Have a good night.” Drummer Boy said to Karen.

“You too.” Karen responded back.

“Now that we have the files, we can read up on our opponents and save Sandstorm.”

A-Train shook his head.

“We have to find her now!” A-Train demanded.

“Yeah, let’s just waltz into our opponents’ territory and get ourselves killed.” Drummer Boy quipped. “Listen, I know Sandstorm means a lot to you, but we have to plan first. And I know you’ve had your run ins with The Boys. But, you’re one supe against a gang playing with a chemistry set.”

A-Train continued shaking his head. He doesn’t know shit!

“I’m gonna look for Sandstorm.”

He sped off.

“Do what you want, speedster. Just know that you’re running off to suicide.” Drummer boy said to A-Train.
Silence.

“Goddamnit, gotta play babysitter like usual…” Drummer Boy quipped.

Chapter 24: First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage...

Summary:

A-Train is on the pursuit for Sandstorm. Wolfdog visits Dr. Vogelbaum for her check up, but ends up with a surprise.

A-Train had sped off into the night to look for Sandstorm. He had memorized the address by heart. He knew deep down inside, Sandstorm was there. She just had to be there.
Nothing else made sense.

He made his way towards the small house. The door was unlocked and A-Train walked inside the house.

“Sandstorm? Are you there?” A-Train called out to her.

He continued looking.

“Sandstorm?” A-Train repeated.

More looking.

“I’m in here!” Sandstorm cried out.

A-Train heard Sandstorm’s voice. He followed it to a basement. As he walked downstairs, he saw a c=silver cage with someone inside of it.

“Sandstorm!” A-Train cried out in relief.

“A-Train? You’re not supposed to be here.” Sandstorm warned.

“Nonsense. I’m here to get you out.” A-Train said with confidence, looking at the lock.

Shit, he was gonna need a key. Surely, there has to be one laying around somewhere.

“No, you don’t understand. You need to get out of here, now!” Sandstorm retorted with urgency. “When Kimiko and Hughie find out you’re here, they’re going to kill you!”

“Nonsense. I could wipe the floor with their skinny asses.” He boasted. “Where’s the key?”

“They have it.”

Now, that really throws a wrench in his plan.

“Behind you!” Sandstorm yelled.

That was when A-Train felt a sharp sensation in his leg.

A-Train screamed in pain as something hard and metallic struck his leg. He dropped to the ground, writhing and agonizing in pain.

He took a quick glance at his leg.

A large shard of bone was protruding out.

“Gah…fuck…” A-Train clenched his teeth through the pain.

Kimiko looked over to Sandstorm, as if asking why. Why was she trying to help him?

“Kimiko? What happened?! Are you ok-”

He was presented with the sight of A-Train groaning in pain, writhing on the floor.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Hughie snarled.

“He was trying to get Sandstorm out.” She signed.

“I see.” Hughie retorted.

“And Sandstorm tried to help.” She signed again.

“So, you tried helping out A-Train? To get you to escape?” Hughie asked Sandstorm.

“I-I did, yes.”

Hughie shook his head.

“Even though you agreed to be a part of our team?” Hughie asked another question.

“Y-Yes…I’m so sorry-”

“No, you’re not.” Hughie interrupted Sandstorm. “Quit lying! You sent him here to save you, didn’t you? Who else do you have helping you?”

“No one! I’m on my own! He just came here by happenstance!” Sandstorm pleaded her innocence.

“I still don’t believe you. You think a speedster like A-Train come rescue you for no reason. Who else is helping you?” Hughie asked again.

“I’ve been trapped here with no access to technology or anyone I know! How could I possibly know he was coming?”

Hughie hesitated. That was true. She had been stripped of her belongings as a safety measure.

“Let this be a warning.” Hughie threatened. “Should anything like this happen again, that will be you.”

Sandstorm gulped loudly.

**

A-Train was dumped in some alleyway. It didn’t matter, he was going to be crippled for a long time. Just one less threat for them.

**

“Good Morning, EVE.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, where are my manners…Good morning, Missus Gilman-Suarez. How are you today?”

“Doing good.”

“Here for your usual check up?” He inquired.

“Yes. And I was wondering if we could a gyno check up.” She politely asked.

“Not to fret, I have everything we have for that and your checkup.” Vogelbaum reassured her. “Now, open your mouth.”

She followed the order.

“Canines are good, teeth look good, no anomalies.” He said. “Close.”

She closed her mouth.

“How are things?” He asked, trying to start a conversation.

He pulled out an otoscope and began inspecting her canine ears.

“Good.” She replied.

“That’s good. Any trouble sleeping? And your appetite?” He asked.

“I’ve been having some difficulty sleeping. I think that may be because of how we’re trying to track down the supe terrorist.” Wolfdog confessed.

“Stress can play a role in insomnia.” He explained while continuing to look in her canine ears.

“Anything else bothering you?” He asked.

Doctor Vogelbaum pulled a flashlight from his pockets.

“I missed my menstrual cycle.” She confessed.

“A missed menstrual cycle?” He parroted, shining a light on Wolfdog’s void eyes.

“Yes.” She affirmed.

“You don’t mind if I give you a gyno check-up?” Doctor Vogelbaum asked.

“You may.” She gave her consent.

“Alright, just lay down and relax.” He said, going off to get the necessary supplies.

Wolfdog stared at the ceiling, the lights humming and the whiteness of the room dulling her senses. Her heart was picking up speed as she continued staring. She placed one paw on her chest, inhaling. This was followed by a long exhale, extending her paw.

Doctor Vogelbaum returned with some equipment.

“Missus Gilman-Suarez, could you please put your feet on the stirrups?” He asked.

Wolfdog followed the order.

“Spread your legs.”

She followed the order.

Doctor Vogelbaum pulled a speculum from the table and started running lube on it.

“This is going to feel cold.” He warned how, putting the instrument inside of her.

She winced at the coldness.

“I apologize, just bear with me. It’ll be over in a few minutes.” Doctor Vogelbaum assured her.

He began adjusting the instrument and started to check her cervix.

“Huh…there’s an anomaly…” He hummed as he pulled out an ultrasound.

“Could you expose your stomach for me?” He asked.

Wolfdog revealed her stomach.

He began spreading the ultrasound gel around her stomach and placed the scanner.

“This is just an ultrasound.” He explained briefly. “Allows me to see the anomaly.”

“I see…” Wolfdog said, looking over to the monitor of the machine.

Vogelbaum continued his search until he found it. He began analyzing the picture with his pen and came to his conclusion.

“There’s no other way to say it. Missus Gilman-Suarez, you’re pregnant.” Dr. Vogelbaum announced.

“P-Pregnant?” Wolfdog parroted, clutching her stomach.

“Yes.” He reaffirmed. “Congratulations.”

“I…I don’t know what to say. I’m…thrilled. Excited, even. I’m going to be a mother...” Wolfdog quietly celebrated, her paws shaking.

“Yes, it’s a wonderful occasion for a supe to have a baby. Especially with Roe v. Wade.” Doctor Vogelbaum explained briefly.

Wolfdog continued to clutch her stomach.

“You will continue to be a breakthrough. I can’t be anymore thrilled, dear EVE.”

“Please don’t call me that. I am Pom ‘Wolfdog’ Suarez.” Wolfdog reprimanded him.

“Forgive me. I’ve been so used to addressing you as EVE since you were taken under his wing.” Doctor Vogelbaum justified himself.

“Either way, I despise it. Even Homelander knows not to call me that.” She explained.

He looked away to look at his monitor and crunched in some information.

“Here’s a few packets about supe pregnancies, what to expect, and some book recommendations.” Doctor Vogelbaum happily handed her some pieces of paper.

“T-Thank you, Doctor Vogelbaum.” Wolfdog thanked him.

“You’re welcome. Do not be afraid to contact or visit me if you have any concerns.” Doctor Vogelbaum assured her.

**

“Alright, dismissed.” Homelander ended the meeting.

Everyone scattered about.

“Homelander, is it alright if I speak to you in private?” Wolfdog asked, padding towards him.

Homelander raised an eyebrow.

“Yes…?” He said with a hint of curiosity.

“Thank you. It’s very important and I don’t want anyone to hear this.” Wolfdog retorted.

Homelander was even more curious about what his wife had to say to him.

She took her paws to one of Homelander’s gloved hands and led him to a secluded area of the tower.

"Homelander...I'm pregnant. And I’m one hundred percent it is yours." Wolfdog quietly announced to him.

His face twisted into series of emotions he was unable to describe. He began to carry a smile on his face, growing wider and wider as he processed the information.

Then came the sigh of relief.

He was at least glad that the thing growing inside of her wasn't a tumor.

"This is...the most wonderful news I've ever heard!" he expressed joy, hugging and kissing his wife in the face.

Wolfdog wagged her tail and smiled as she was being kissed. He eventually let her go when the excitement of the moment faded.

“How far along are you?” He asked, biting his gloved hand in anticipation.

“Only a couple months.” She answered. “It’s too early to determine the sex of the baby.”

He nodded, placing his hand on his chin.

“How did you find out?” He asked.

“I took a pregnancy test. That, and I went to the doctor not too long ago. He noticed an anomaly and found out it was a baby.” Wolfdog answered, her tail still wagging.

**

“The stork came for Missus Gilman-Suarez.” Doctor Vogelbaum cheerily announced.

“Missus Gilman-Suarez is pregnant?!” He shouted uncharacteristically.

“Shhhhh-hhhhhhhh! Not so loud!” Doctor Vogelbaum soothed him.

“Yes, she is pregnant.” He reaffirmed it.

Pregnant?! But, how? Gilman-Suarez…Gilman…

Even if that wasn’t his real name, he would curse the Gilman bloodline until his final breath. He cursed Homelander like Hamlet cursed Claudius.

“And he’s the father.” He said in the most honeyed tone, trying his best not to have a brain aneurism. “But then again, he always had her secured at the hip. It was like having to split Romeo and Juliet.”

“Yes, but what’s done is done.” Doctor Vogelbaum tried to reel him in from his thoughts. “We can’t go back into the past.”

“We can’t but we can prevent the future. We know Homelander is the father and we understand several implications with that.” Stan Edgar retorted.

“If you’re thinking about aborting it, good luck trying to convince her.” Doctor Vogelbaum advised.

Stan Edgar slowly inhaled from his nose before exhaling trough his mouth.

“She’s determined to be a mother. But, we can’t ignore the risks and complications with this one! Without her, the project dies.” Stan Edgar said.

“Right.” Doctor Vogelbaum nodded.

“We CANNOT afford to lose her.” He emphasized.

Doctor Vogelbaum nodded again.

“I appreciate your concern for Project E.V.E. This project is crucial to Project A.D.A.M. We have to make sure we take the right precautions and measures to ensure her and the baby’s safety.” He said.

“That leads us back to the issue of Homelander being the father. How will we keep that a secret? It’ll only be a matter of time before the press gets their hands on it Before you know it, everyone but Vought will be fed.” Stan Edgar said.

“Perhaps we spin a story to keep them off the trail? We did for A-Train’s heart attack and everyone bought it!” Doctor Vogelbaum suggested.

“We could, but who be a likely father in this?” Stan Edgar asked. “Nobody from The Seven and especially NOT Homelander.”

**

They have found themselves deep in the database of Vought HQ. Their pickings were thankfully becoming slimmer and slimmer with each selected. Each male supe was went over with a fine tooth comb. Criminal records were checked, alongside any other problematic behavior.

And then there was their only pick.

Mister Marathon.

A fine supe with a clean record and only nothing but positive qualities.

One snag.

He had graduated from The Seven.

But…they could weave a narrative about how the two met. Perhaps, Homelander gave Mister Marathon his number and they did some training sessions. One thing lead to another and now she is expecting their child. They could also reveal their marriage! The press and fans go wild! Everyone (but mainly Vought) wins.

They both made up their minds.

Mister Marathon was the father.

Chapter 25: Enter the G-Men!

Summary:

The Seven are on the hunt for the supe terrorist but something else lurks in the shadows.

It was night in New York City. The bright lights shone ever so vividly against the sky. It would have been some kind of miracle for anyone living there to catch some winks.

The Seven had been divided into groups. Homelander was his own, Starlight with Maeve and Lamplighter, and Black with Wolfdog. Valkyrie covered the air, while Liberty covered the land.

“Aerial reconnaissance, are you there?” Homelander asked through the walkie talkie.

The walkie talkie was small enough for each member to put in their ear.

“I hear you, Homelander.” Valkyrie said, over the skyline on the sky scraper he was on top of.

“Good. Remember your mission. The terrorist is to be taken dead or alive. Use lethal force is you must.” Homelander ordered.

“Got it.” With that, Valkyrie jumped off the skyscraper.

His wings, by instinct, opened by themselves and Valkyrie was flying through the air.

“Aerial reconnaissance, anything on your end?” Liberty asked through the walkie talkie.

“Nothing yet. I just started looking.” He responded.

**

Wolfdog was sitting in the sidecar next to Noir. He was weaving through traffic (all the while following traffic laws for some absurd reason).

Her hair was riding with the wind. She lolled her tongue out and started sniffing the air.

That was when the caught glimpse of someone dressed in a green and black jumpsuit.

“Mister Noir, stop. There’s someone there. Someone strange.” Wolfdog suggested.

“They’re not our target,” Noir signed, pulling over to the side of the road for the moment. “Leave them be.”

“I say we follow them. We can’t risk it. Besides, what if they’re working with the terrorist?”

Noir begrudgingly relented.

“If you say so.” He signed.

His heart sank as he watched Wolfdog exit the side car and padding on all fours. Homelander would have his head on a silver platter if something were to happen to them.

He followed Wolfdog.

**

Lamplighter, Queen Maeve, and Starlight were just outside Central Park when they saw a couple of people dressed in green and black jumpsuits. They were talking to each other
when they noticed the group of supes. The two of them left.

“Wait!” Starlight called out.

“Leave them be. They’re probably actors for some live performance art.” Queen Maeve retorted.

“But why in Central Park? In the middle of the night?” Lamplighter argued.

“You’d be surprised by what you see here.” Maeve answered.

“I suppose you have a point. Besides, we can’t be distracted by our mission.” Lamplighter conceded.

“Come on, let’s keep looking.” Queen Maeve kept her attention on the mission

**

Homelander was on top of the Empire State Building, eyeing his target. There were many people walking around and none of them were her.

He began to descend from the building.

As he descended to earth, many people saw him. They cried out “Oh, my god! It’s Homelander!” and “Our hero!” followed by other praises. He waved to his adoring fans briefly
before going over to Central Park.

**

Wolfdog was on the trail via scent. It was familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Black Noir was hot on their tail as they continued sniffing around.

“This way!” Wolfdog cried.

She began to run.

**

Valkyie saw the three supes and descended down. They were all standing by the statue of Balto.

“Any luck yet?” Valkyrie asked.

“Nothing. But we did see two people with green and black jumpsuits.” Lamplighter answered.

“Green and black jumpsuits?” Valkyie repeated. “Do you think they could be supes?”

“Doubt it. They look more like circus performers.” He shook his head.

“Oi!” Cried a familiar voice.

It was wolfdog running on all fours, with Black Noir trailing behind her.

“Did you guys see someone wearing a green and black jumpsuit?” Wolfdog asked.

“We saw two of them. Why?” Queen Maeve asked.

“Because they seemed suspicious.” She answered/

“Wolfdog raises a valid point. Not only do we have the supe terrorist to worry about, but we hae them running around too.” Starlight piped up.

Homelander arrived to see his team stumped.

“Any news?”

“None yet. Although, we saw some people wearing green and black jumpsuits.” Wolfdog responded.

That was when they heard rustling.

“Who’s there?” Lamplighter called out.

A group of supes appeared in front of them.

“Allies of the supe terrorist?” Starlight pondered loudly.

“Wrong guess, Miss Starlight. We are a group of supes seeking to take down the supe terrorist.” The seeming group leader responded.

“Who are you guys?” Wolfdog asked.

“Fellas, let us introduce ourselves. Nighthawk!”

“Divine!”

“Short Fuse!”

“Daydream!”

“Android!”

“We are the G-Men. We were handpicked by Professor Godolkin himself to neutralize threats, primarily of the experiment variety.” Nighthawk introduced his team.

“Professor Godolkin? The same Godolkin who helped create the university?” Wolfdog inquired.

Nighthawk nodded.

“The one and only.” He answered.

“Amazing…” Wolfdog murmured.

Homelander scoffed.

“Womp womp. Big deal. WE’RE The Seven.” He emphasized. “We are the team supes dream of joining!”

“That may be true,” Nighthawk remarked. “However you don’t have our specialtize. Besides, you don’t know where Moonshadow is, let alone her weaknesses.”

“Specialtize or not, you function as glamorized cleaning crew for some old fuck in liberal California.” Homelander quipped, his voice dripping with venom.

“Say what you want.” Nighthawk said. “We know where Moonshadow is and she is the supe terrorist. I would say team up with us, but it seems you have different ideas.” Nighthawk said, leaving with his team.

“Wait!” Wolfdog yelled to them.

“Let them go. They’ll be in the headlines in an hour.” Homelander said.

“How could you say that?” Wolfdog asked. “They’re the only ones who know where the supe terrorist is. We should at least follow them.”

“She’s right.” Lanplighter agreed. “We don’t even know where to start.”

“I agree with Homelander.” Liberty added. “Like he said, they’re nothing but barely legal teens who are glamorized cleaning crew.”

“You may believe that, but they know where Moonshadow is." Wolfdog reminded him

Homelander hissed through his teeth.

“Fine.” He begrudgingly agreed like a petulant child. “Let’s split up. Valkyrie, Maeve and Liberty will be together. Starlight, Wolfdog, Noir, Lamplighter will go after those kids and see what’s going on with them. I will go on my own. Got it?”

The remaining members nodded.

“Good. And I better not hear any deaths under my watch. Understood?”

“We won’t die! We are The Seven after all.” Wolfdog said.

“Spoken like a true member of The Seven.” Homelander retorted. “Everyone, head out!”

**

“It just doesn’t make sense to me.” Liberty commented.

“What doesn’t?” Queen Maeve inquired.

“Just the idea of Wolfdog being a member of The Seven.” Liberty answered. “I mean, she’s a science experiment who’s too soft on others. She’ll be in for a surprise when she

realizes how cruel it is to a supe.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate her,” Queen Maeve retorted. “She has slain Beastmaster. I have faith in her.”

Liberty scoffed, making a left turn.

**

“Did you see that Homelander? Such an arrogant prick if you ask me.” Daydream remarked.

“Wait up!” A voice shot out from the darkness.

The group stopped.

Wolfdog was on all fours running. She was accompanied by Black Noir, Lamplighter and Starlight who were trailing behind her.

“We’ve taken up your offer. Let us form an alliance to defeat a common enemy. To follow the Creed.” Wolfdog tried to convince Nighthawk.

“Boss, what do you think?” Android asked.

Nighthawk stared at Wolfdog for a while.

He made up his mind.

“She’s telling the truth.” He declared. “Let us form an alliance. Come with us.”

The supes all started walking together.

They found themselves in a rundown part of New York City. The buildings had seen much better days. They were shuttered, full of graffiti and reeking of stale urine and god
knows what else. Many were sleeping on the streets, the sidewalks, or really anywhere that was deemed suitable shelter.

The supes gave their condolences to the homeless.

There was one building that the G-Men had in their sight. It was a mere seven story building, likely used by the tenants. It was also run down and littered with graffiti, trash, and
rancid odors. However, there was an unusual scent wafting in the air.

“How do even know if the supe terrorist is there?” Lamplighter asked.

“We have a tracking device on her.” Android explained. “It’s given to all supe experiments as a safety measure.”

“A safety measure?” Wolfdog parroted.

“Yes, to help with situations like these.” Nighthawk continued where Android left off.

“It all started four years ago at the University. There’s several research centers. One of which specialized in experimenting supes. This facility was called B4 but it was also called
‘The Lab’. Me and my teammates were responsible for keeping guard over the facility.
However, one night, Moonshadow turned against us. She used her power to fling people like ragdolls. Others, like the leading manager for the project, had the nerves plucked out. We fought her to the best of our abilities, but she was too powerful. She escaped and we have been chasing after her since. In our prime, there were twenty-three of us. Now, there are only five.” Nighthawk explained.

The group pinched their noses.

“Good lord, it reeks of death!” Starlight complained.

“Violence is this creature’s comfort.” Nighthawk explained.

“What is the plan?” Starlight asked.

“We need bait.” Nighthawk retorted.

“Bait?” Starlight parroted.

“We need someone who can go through the building with the risk of it collapsing.” Nighthawk explained. “Any volunteers?”

“I’ll go.” Lamplighter insisted.

Nighthawk shook his head.

“Too risky. Especially with your power.” Nighthawk said.

“I’ll go!” Wolfdog walked over to the G-Men.

“Wolfdog…” Queen Maeve remarked.

“I’m able to be on all fours. I should be able to crawl through spaces.” She explained.

“Very well, Wolfdog will go. Short Fuse, you escort her to Moonshadow’s whereabouts.

Short Fuse nodded.

“Come with me, miss.” He said.

Wolfdog trailed behind him.

“Madrina, protect me and my child.” She quietly prayed, clutching onto her stomach.

Chapter 26: Snuffing Out the Light

Summary:

With Wolfdog and Short Fuse inside the abandoned apartment complex, they search for the supe terrorist.

Notes:

TW FOR TWO DEATH SCENES !!

“Stay behind me, Miss Wolfdog. She could be lurking anywhere.” Short Fuse advised.

Wolfdog was padding on all fours, careful with each paw step.

“Mister Short Fuse,-”

“Short Fuse is fine.” He corrected her.

“Short Fuse, you say the G-Men have a tracker on Moonshadow?” Wolfdog asked.

“Yes, why do you ask?” Short Fuse prodded.

“Well, don’t you think it’s a little…wrong to conduct experiments on supes? I mean…I don’t mean disrespect to Professor Godolkin. Brilliant mind and all, but why conduct experiments? Don’t you think the subject should have a say on the matter?”

“It may seem wrong, but it’s to help advance science and technology. For a better and safe future.” He explained.

Wolfdog felt uncomfortable from the statement. It felt like typical PR jargon.

She began thinking about her status as a lab experiment.

She was the first female adult to take Compound V and survive its effects. It was a marvel! Vogelbaum took a liking to her, becoming the supervisor of Project E.V.E. He was generally nice to her, but never friendly. Even though she had Homelander by her side, it way always Vogelbaum she would report to.
At first, it was the ears. Then, she grew a muzzle and developed canine features. Her fur came in, along her hair changing to a deep purple color.

That wasn’t even going into her list of powers. Strength, endurance, speed, claws that can eviscerate a human, a bite force on the same level as hyenas, heightened senses, and night vision.

As Wolfdog thought about her possibilities, one question invaded her mind: Could she become as monstrous as Moonshadow?

The thought sent a chill down Wolfdog’s spine.

The duo climbed a series of steps, following the tracker’s beeps. It became more frantic.

“We’re getting close. Stay behind me and be my ears.” Short Fuse ordered.

She yelped as birds started to retreat from the apartment complex.

“You can’t be going about acting scared. You’ll get the both of us killed.” He warned.

That was when a woman suddenly appeared. She had pinned down Short Fuse and Wolfdog with their nerves.

“Wolfdog, resist it! Power through it!” Short Fuse advised.

He started to move, heading towards her.

The supe used more power to pin them down.

He continued coming for the terrorist.

“I am Short Fuse of the G-Men. My mission is to kill you.” He said to Moonshadow.

She snarled.

Short Fuse could feel himself losing this battle, but he wasn’t going to give up.

He wrapped his hands around her.

Wolfdog was in control of her body again.

Moonshadow used her remaining power to attack Short Fuse.

His body began to twist and contort. The scene displayed before Wolfdog was nightmarish. He was twisted in angles never thought possible. As this happened, his body began to split open.

Wolfdog began to charge.

“No!” Short Fuse warned.

Moonshadow pinned down Wolfdog as she threw Short fuse out of the window.

He screamed as he descended. This alerted the rest of The Seven. Before they could react, he had fallen to his death.

“Short Fuse!” Starlight cried out

“He’s dead…”

His body was contorted. A pool of blood was forming around him. His nose was bloodied and his eyes were completely bloodshot.

The G-Men stared at their fallen colleague before looking over to the apartment complex.

“What a group...” Black nor thought to himself. “They don’t even flinch at the sight of their dead colleague.”

Lamplighter began gritting his teeth.

“Lamplighter?” Starlight called his name, her voice filled with concern.

“Are you alright?” Black Noir signed.

He began gripping his staff, his knuckles clutching onto them for dear life.

“I can’t stand here and watch Wolfdog put herself in danger. At this rate, she’ll get killed!” Lamplighter expressed his thought loudly.

He ran over to the entrance of the apartment complex.

“Go back.” Nighthawk told Lamplighter. “That is an order.”

“Please, let me through this building.” Lamplighter demanded. “I will not let Wolfdog die under my watch.

“But, you’ll get killed.” Android warned.

“I don’t care about my life! I’m willing to risk it for my teammates!” Lamplighter retorted.

Nighthawk stared at him for a moment before nodding.

“Very well, then. You may pass.” Nighthawk unblocked access to the doorway.

Lamplighter ran forward.

“Thank you!” He said as he started climbing up the stairs.

“Why did you let him go through? He’s going to ruin the plan!” Android asked in anger.

“Because you cannot stop a supe with a conviction like that. When a supe is ready to lay their life down for others, you must let them.” Nighthawk answered.

“Just as I expected from a member of The Seven.” Nighthawk thought to himself.

**

Wolfdog was pinned down. She struggled against the supe’s power to no avail.

She howled as she felt one of her nerves be plucked.

“One of the G-Men AND Homelander’s apprentice?! Two for the price of one…” Moonshadow muttered to Wolfdog.

“Hey!” A voice shot out.

It was Lamplighter!

“Lamplighter!” She cried out to him.

“We’ll celebrate later. For now, let’s get this bitch.” Lamplighter spoke. He used his staff to assault Moonshadow with it. He struck her in the head, which caused her to lose control of Wolfdog.

Wolfdog charged and bit down on Moonshadow’s leg.

She screamed.

Wolfdog bit harder and harder until Moonshadow gained some of her power back. She pinned the canine supe down with their nerves.

That was when Lamplighter restrained her.

He lead her to a gas canister. As he did this, Moonshadow struggled under his grasp. She used her power in an attempt to pin him down. He used his other hand to turn on the gas.

It wasn’t working initially. However, she managed to pin down and pushed him off of her.

“Mister Lamplighter!” Wolfdog cried out, rushing to him.

“Wolfdog, stay!” Lamplighter ordered. “I’m not letting Homelander’s apprentice die recklessly!”

“But-”

“That is an order, Miss Wolfdog. As your colleague, this is for the better.” He interrupted her.

“Very well then, it’ll make it much faster for me to kill the both of you.” Moonshadow remarked, getting into position.

Lamplighter tackled her to the ground, close to the gas canister.

“What are you-”

“It’s too late now!” Lamplighter yelled.

“Wolfdog, you have to forgive me. This is our only to take down the supe terrorist. Tell Homelander that Lamplighter…Lamplighter died the way a member of The Seven should!” Those were the final words as he used his finger to set the room ablaze.

“MISTER LAMPLIGHTER!!!!!” Wolfdog shrieked in in agony, causing a few rings to form out of her mouth.

The force of the sonic screeches caused Wolfdog to fall from the fifth floor. The foundation of the building began to crumble, the building producing a loud, guttural sound. Before they knew it, it had become rubble.

“Wolfdog!” The group cried out to her.

Starlight up in the air to catch the descending Wolfdog and bringing her to safety.

“Wolfdog, are you alright?” Starlight asked her.

“Lamplighter? Where’s Mister Lamplighter?!” Wolfdog asked in a frenzied tone.

She got off of Starlight and started digging through the rubble.

“Mister Lamplighter! I’ll get you get out there! Just hang on!” Wolfdog cried as she dug.

**

Morning had come and there was still no sign of Lamplighter or Moonshadow. Wolfdog was laying down, devastated.

Black Noir stared at Wolfdog. He was hurt seeing his colleague like this.

That was when an idea hatched into his head.

He got himself in some of the rubble and pretended to be stuck.

Wolfdog saw a gloved hand. Curious, she began padding towards. She began digging through the rubble to find Black Noir.

Wolfdog wagged her tail at finding him and let out some barks.

The look of joy on Wolfdog’s face was enough for him smile behind the mask.

As Wolfdog began going through more of the rubble, she found a familiar face.

“Mister Lamplighter…” Wolfdog murmured. “I found Mister Lamplighter!”

The group turned around and circled around her. His body was completely stiff, his mouth ajar as if he were in the middle of a sentence. Wolfdog laid down, whimpering and softly crying. The other remaining Seven members watched in despair as Wolfdog mourned the loss of her colleague.

“This is all my fault…” She said to herself. “If wasn’t used as bait, Mister Lamplighter wouldn’t have tried to save me.”

Wolfdog placed her paws over eyes as she wept.

“Lamplighter’s death wasn’t in vain,” Night Hawk began to explain. “He sacrificed his life not to protect you, but everyone in New York City. He followed the Supe’s Creed to the very end. If anything, he would want us to be celebrating.”

“Don’t act like you know Mister Lamplighter!” Wolfdog snapped, getting close to Night Hawk.

She snarled at him for a moment before coming to her senses.

“I-I’m sorry, Night Hawk.” Wolfdog apologized. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“You’re grieving. It’s clear he meant a lot to The Seven.” He emphasized.

As they grieved over Lamplighter’s death, Homelander, Valkyrie, and Liberty all arrived at the scene.

“What happened?” Valkyrie asked.

“Lamplighter…He’s dead.” Liberty gasped.

“But the supe terrorist is dead. Correct?” Homelander asked Night Hawk.

“Yes. We haven’t detected her since last night.” Night Hawk confirmed.

“Good.” Homelander remarked.

**

Moonshadow gasped for air underneath the rubble. There was a small pocket of air. She was severely wounded.

“I hate supes…” She muttered under her breath. “I hate humans and I hate supes. They all deserve to die!”

Chapter 27: Showdown!

Summary:

The showdown between the supe terrorist against the seven and the g-men begins

The Seven and remaining G-Men had spent the morning mourning the loss of Lamplighter.

“May his soul rest easy.” Night Hawk offered his condolences.

“Don’t cry, little mouse.” Homelander said to his wife. “His soul won’t be able to rest with all that noise.”

“Easy for you to say…” She retorted. “He was like a second mentor to me.”

That was when the ground began shaking. The rubble began to move seemingly by itself. As more dust gathered in the air, The Seven and the G-Men prepared themselves.
Moonshadow emerged from the rubble, blood covering her fur. She looked monstrous. She had a single horn potrouding out of her head. Her fur was black as midnight and she had vivid blue markings. She towered over the rest of the supes and unleashed a furious roar.

“How did she survive?” Wolfdog asked.

“Was Lamplighter’s death in vain?!” Valkyrie cried out.

Night Hawk and Homelander observed Moonshadow.

“Why, Night Hawk?” She asked him. “Why do you side with them?”

“What is she talking about?” Queen Maeve asked Night Hawk.

“We supes have a mission to carry out: to protect all civilian life.” Night Hawk started explaining. “We have existed since we could remember. They need us to protect them from dangers unthinkable. Tell me, Moonshadow, why do you kill and eat civilians?”

Everyone was shocked from the revelation. On top of terrorizing civilians, she was eating them!

Their stomachs turned at the notion.

“What a sick fuck…” Liberty remarked.

“Spare me your lecture,” Moonshadow protested. “You supes only exist to protect your reputations and status. I exist to survive. You preach of your mission to help others, but turn
a blind eye to experiments like us.”

“We made sure you were contained for the safety of the public!” Night Hawk yelled.

“Those scientists turned me into something unlike a supe. They tortured me!” She snarled.

“You have to endure the pain. That is part of being a supe. No matter how painful it is, we must endure it!” Night Hawk objected.

“Wolfdog, you understand, right?” Moonshadow questioned the canine supe. “You were under codename E.V.E? Did they hurt you too?”

“N-No…Doctor Vogelbaum was good to me.” Wolfdog objected.

“Sure he was,” Moonshadow sneered. “He may have treated you like a pet, but you are ultimately a puppet for Vought. They will dispose of you when they have no purpose for you.”

“That’s enough!” Wolfdog yelled, getting into a defensive stance. “Mister Lamplighter’s murderer!”

“Wolfdog!” Starlight yelled.

She was immediately pinned down by Moonshadow.

“Wolfdog!” Homelander rushed over to his wife, only for his nerves to be pinched and pulled by Moonshadow.

He groaned in pain, trying to fight through it.

“What’s wrong? Has the Golden Boy met his match?” Moonshadow mocked.

“Everyone, attack!” Queen Maeve lead the assault.

They all tried to pin down Moonshadow to no avail. She dodged them with precision and swiftness.

“You attack like flies! Do you want to see a real attack?” Moonshadow plucked on their nerves, temporarily incapacitating them.

“Valkyrie, now!” Liberty ordered.

Valkyrie flew up in the air, preparing his talons for assault.

“Stop!” Night Hawk ordered.

“This is our fight. Leave it to us.” Night Hawk said.

“No. We have been tasked with taking care of this as well. I’m finishing this whether you like it or not.” She produced electricity from her fingers and flung it at Moonshadow.

She screamed in agony as the electricity flooded her. She released her nerve grip on Wolfdog and Homelander.

“I…I can’t move.” Homelander thought to himself.

What the hell did Moonshadow do to him?

“Enough!” Night Hawk yelled at Liberty. “Leave this mission to us!”

“No.” She continued electrocuting the mutant supe.

She screamed in pain some more.

That was when he tackled her to the ground.

“What the hell are you doing? Let me go!”

“I’m telling this one last time: leave this mission to us. We were tasked with taking care of this threat. Call back Valkyrie.” Night Hawk warned.

“Or else what?” She sneered

“You’ll deal with me and the rest of the team.” He threatened her.

“Very well, since you’re so damn insistent…Valkyrie, pull back!” Liberty ordered.

He descended down from the sky.

Night Hawk and the G-men ran to the opposite side of where Moonshadow was. She quickly recovered from the electrocution and was observing the G-Men.

“Over here, B4!” Night Hawk taunted.

“Don’t you DARE call me that!” She snapped, rushing after them.

“Divine, are you ready?” Night Hawk asked.

“Of course I am. I’ve waited my whole life for this.” Divine answered.

She ran into the opposite directed and bone rushed her. Moonshadow fell to the ground.

The G-Men stopped running and positioned themselves.

She threw a series of punches to the snout and face. She then went after the horn and grabbed it. This brought Moonshadow’s snout close to her.

Moonshadow grabbed onto the side of Divine. She used her razor sharp teeth to bite down as hard as she could. Blood was seeping into her mouth.

“Stop, you’re going to die!” Wolfdog pleaded.

She started to run after Divine.

Black Noir grabbed them by the tail. He shook his head.

“What a group of supes…they’re just willing to fling themselves to their deaths.” Queen Maeve commented, slowly getting up.

Divine’s side was completely bitten off and she was flung.

“Don’t go yet, Divine. We’ll be joining you shortly…” Daydream whispered.

Divine fell to the ground.

Black Noir took her body to safety. The Seven members circled around her.

Divine coughed up blood.

“Hang on, Divine!” Starlight cried, holding her hand.

“I’m afraid I can’t.” Divine retorted weakly. “I’ve already fulfilled my mission. I leave the rest you…”

Divine’s body fell limp.

“Miss Divine, Miss Divine!” Wolfdog shouted, shaking her in an attempt to wake her up.

“She’s dead.” Starlight muttered before looking over to the chaos unfolding.

“Daydream, you’re up!” Night Hawk yelled.

Daydream was next.

She bone-rushed Moonshadow like Divine did before her. She delivered a swift kick to the stomach, which knocked her off balance. Despite being pinned, she was able to power through it and started citing an incantation.

“I cast thee into the land of slumber.” She spoke.

Moonshadow fought through her sleepiness and tackled Daydream. She began using her power to pluck out her nerves one by one. Like a child ripping out the limbs of an insect.

“Daydream!” Wolfdog cried out.

It was too late. She was dead.

“Android Dorothy, you’re next! I’ll carry out the finishing blow!” Night Hawk ordered.

Android was able to put a fight compared to her other colleagues. Due to her lack of a central nervous system, she was able to pin down the supe.

Android’s grip on Moonshadow was tight. Air was becoming harder to obtain access to. She started to cough and wheeze, using her hands to claw at the android.

All of The Seven members were unpinned and watching the climax of the showdown.

In a moment of desperation, Moonshadow plunged her horn into Dorothy’s neck. The android reached for her throat and got off of her.

Moonshadow got up and plunged her horn onto Android’s chest. She pulled it out and shoved Android.

“Stop it! Stop it at once!” Wolfdog pleaded. “Isn’t the point of life to live with your loved ones rather than throwing your lives away carelessly?!”

She ignored all of her colleagues’ cries to stop, running on all fours.

The body of Android was flung at her direction, knocking her back. She was temporarily stopped and horrified at the sight.

Electricity emitted out of Android’s body. Her eyes were dimmed and body limp.

“Is this the best you have to offer?” Moonshadow stumbled as she boasted. “You attack like puny little maggots!”

“It’s working!” Starlight remarked.

Night Hawk positioned himself for attack. As Moonshadow charged after him, Night Hawk jumped in the air. He landed on her back, using his staff to choke her out. She furiously
shook him off.

“You really think that trick will work again?” Moonshadow bragged.

She knocked Night Hawk off of herself.

Liberty couldn’t stand to witness the carnage any longer. More importantly, their plan was mere suicide.

“Valkyrie, fly high into the air!” Liberty commanded.

“Miss Liberty?”

“Don’t just stand there, boy, listen to your mentor!” She snapped, producing electricity from her fingertips.

She threw the produced electricity at Moonshadow. She howled in agonizing pain. Night Hawk quickly up, but stumbled from the fall he had taken.

“No…Stop it.” Night Hawk weakly pleaded. His shoulder had been dislocated, so he used his staff as a crutch.

Moonshadow screamed more and more as Liberty produced more electricity. A sadistic smile was growing on her lips as she continued electrocuting the deranged experiment.

“Now, Valkyrie!” Liberty ordered.

Valkyrie descended from the air at an incredible speed, his talons wide open for attack.

As he descended, his talons gripped onto Moonshadow’s skull, crushing part of it. The horn was shattered and bits of skull matter escaped to descend to the ground.

The threat had been vanquished.

Night Hawk limped over to Liberty, grabbing her by the collar.

“What have you done?!” He snarled.

“We neutralized the threat.” Liberty responded.

“The threat wasn’t neutralized. It was killed. That wasn’t part of the mission.” Night Hawk snapped.

“And what was? Sending a bunch of your subordinates to their deaths is?” Liberty quipped.

“You know nothing about the G-Men and our mission.” He responded.

“I know enough to know you are glamorized teenagers.” She spat.

“I will return to Godolkin. He will not be pleased with the news.” He remarked as he left.

“Mister Night Hawk!” Wolfdog cried, getting the body of Android. She ran after him.

“Stop!” Homelander ordered.

Wolfdog stopped in her tracks, looking over to her husband.

“Let him go.” He said.

“But-”

“That is an order, Wolfdog.”

Wolfdog obeyed.

“Everyone, secure and survey the area. Report to Vought HQ and return to the Tower. We will let them know the threat has been neutralized.” Homelander instructed.

Everyone nodded.

Notes:

i need to remind myself not to put fight scenes unless necessary. i suck at fight scenes ^^;

Chapter 28: Something has Happened!

Summary:

Things are adrift following the Lamplighter's death...

WARNING FOR ONE BORDERLINE SEX SCENE

The funeral for Lamplighter was held a few days after the G-Men. Unlike the G-Men’s secluded funeral, Lamplighter’s was televised.

It felt like everyone was in attendance. Fans, loved ones, The Seven, family, the higher ups…it was easily the biggest funeral Wolfdog attended.

She stayed by the foot of the casket, sitting on all fours. It was like she was keeping watch over him. Like an obedient little soldier.

All of the Seven delivered their eulogies, both spoken and in sign language. Liberty was the last to go on the podium.

“My fellow Americans, we are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Our Beloved Lamplighter.” Liberty started her speech.

Many attending were weeping.

“Lamplighter’s death was not in vain,” Liberty continued. “He was a true supe to the end. Without him, none of us would be here today. Instead, you would be in the jaws of a foul beast named Moonshadow. SHE was a degenerate. Enjoying the consumption of your flesh. His sacrifice proved that this world is unclean. Laden with degeneracy. That’s why I stand today. To remind people that degeneracy is the reason why Lamplighter is dead. Without us, our society would fall and collapse. We MUST make this country strong again, back to its former glory!”

The speech roused many, inspiring clapping from the audience.

“We must use Lamplighter as an example. He burned brightly with his powers, but I believe that all of you have fire inside of your hearts. Let that flame BURN through you and let it help protect our country.”

She reveled in the limelight, her head held high. Soon, she left the podium.

Wolfdog had her head down the entire speech, her heart full of grief. Some saw the mourning and pitied her. Others (primarily the press) took pictures of the grieving supe.

The pallbearers (which primarily consisted of The Seven) carried the casket to the hearse. Then, came the time to return Lamplighter to the earth. Each member of the Seven dropped a red rose off to his casket as it was being lowered.

“Before we conclude our memorial service, Our Beloved Starlight will sing a rendition of ‘Bright Eyes.’” The announcer spoke.

Starlight got up on the podium and began her performance.

She was truly like an angel. Her voice was majestic but commanded presence. One part of the song stuck out to Wolfdog.

“How can the light that burn so brightly,

Suddenly grow so pale?”

Lamplighter had left behind a wife and son. It seemed he was getting his life together. The first SUPERSOLDIER to be inducted into The Seven, the birth of his aforementioned son, being married…he truly had everything.

The memorial service concluded. It was a somber atmosphere. The public and the press left, whereas the fans, friends, family, and The Seven stayed behind.

A profound silence entered the room, aside from some awkward shuffling. The only one who did not move was Wolfdog.

She stayed by the six-foot hole and watched the graveyard keepers put earth on the casket. She participated by digging some earth and helping them bury her fallen colleague.

More of the press took photos of this situation.

**
A-Train was sitting in the hospital bed as he watched the funeral of Lamplighter.

“Damn…” was the only thing he could mutter. “He had a family. A fucking family!”

As he said that, all he could think of was his own family. His brother and niece. What would they think of him? A drug addict who went Against Medical Advice all to save some girl he barely knows?
Tears welted around his eyes. His head was beginning to spin. It felt like God was being a cruel jester by ripping things away from him. First, it was his career at The Seven. Then, Sandstorm. Now, he lost a colleague of his. Why? Why was this all happening at once?

This would all fade if he had his supply of V on him. But, he didn’t. Never did since he went to Saint Max’s. He did it for the sake of his family. For the sake of Isabella. All to watch her grow up and be successful in life.

Drummer Boy and Iron Lungs came into the room with blue flowers.

“So, the A-Train got his ass handed to him?” Drummer Boy quipped.

A-Train glared at him.

“Sorry.” He quickly apologized.

“I know where Sandstorm is.” He said.

“You do? Is she where you initially thought?” Drummer Boy asked.

A-Train nodded.

“She’s being held by The Boys. Now, that’s an interesting turn of events…” Drummer Boy commented.

“Yes. And I’m going to get her out of there. By any means necessary!” A-Train vowed.

They were not going to hurt his friend. Not now, not ever.

“So, what’s the plan?” Drummer Boy asked.

“Sandstorm is trapped in a cage. We have to find the key and bust her out of there.” A-Train explained.

“But, what about The Boys? Surely one of them will be on property. Or set up traps.”

“I haven’t gotten to that part yet.” A-Train confessed.

“Typical A-Train. Rushing in without a plan.” Drummer Boy quipped. “Alright, we’ll let you recover. And then we’ll come up with a plan.”

**
Black Noir and Wolfdog were sitting on the bleachers of the gymnasium. They were made of solid wood and were shining under the bright fluorescent lights.

"Mister Noir, can I ask you something?” Wolfdog asked.

Black Noir nodded.

“You once said you could come to me when I needed advice, right?”

Black Noir hesitantly nodded.

“Mister Noir, I want you to make me stronger.” Wolfdog ordered.

He tilted his head in confusion.

“For too long, I’ve been weak. I’m the reason why Translucent and Lamplighter are dead. I wasn’t strong enough. How can I live up to the expectation of being a member of The Seven when I can’t even protect my colleagues?” Wolfdog finished.

Black Noir placed a hand over Wolfdog’s shoulder. She looked over to where his eyes would be. Even if she couldn’t see his face, it seemed to resemble encouragement.

He got up from the bleachers and positioned himself.

Wolfdog accepted the challenge.

She charged at him.

Black Noir was able to gently knock her to the ground. He pulled out a pen and a small notepad and began scribbling furiously. He handed it over to Wolfdog.

“You must not simply charge. That gives your opponent ample time to think about a counterattack.”

“I see. So, if I can’t simply charge, then how do I attack?” Wolfdog asked.

He lifted her up from the ground.

Wolfdog initially aimed for his left shoulder, but quickly kicked him before leaping in the air. She quickly went down and head-butted him. He was knocked down before swiftly getting up.

He nodded his head in approval of the stunt. He pulled out his pen and wrote something down.

“Try using your fangs. They, like your claws, are your most valuable assets.”

“Okay.” Wolfdog got on all fours, snarling.

Black Noir got into position, knife in hand.

Wolfdog charged, aiming for his leg.

She bit down and shook it furiously. Blood was seeping out of the leg.

Black Noir let out a whistle and she immediately stopped. She let go of his leg and sat down on all fours.

She was panting. Blood began to seep into her tongue. It burned of battery acid, but she was numb to the taste.

Black Noir got up. He began furiously scribbling onto his notebook.

“As I mentioned, your fangs and claws are your most valuable assets. You are a brawler, so having your space between your opponent is crucial. That is the basics of combat. You can create your own style as you get accustomed to sparring.” the note said.

“I see. Thank you, Mister Noir. I’d best be getting to Homelander. You know how he gets when I’m out for too long.” Wolfdog said, leaving the gymnasium.

**
Wolfdog entered Doctor Vogelbaum’s office.

“Good morning, Wolfdog.” Doctor Vogelbaum said.

“Good morning, Doctor Vogelbaum.” Wolfdog responded.

“Here for your check-up?” He asked.

“Yes. I want to see how the baby is doing.” Wolfdog answered.

“As do I.” He retorted.

Wolfdog sat down on the chair and laid down.

She presented her belly to Vogelbaum and a gel was placed over it. He used a device and placed it on her belly. There was a monitor present to take a look at the developing baby.

“Do you hear it? The heartbeats?” Doctor Vogelbaum asked.

“Is that what those are?” Wolfdog remarked.

“Yes.” He happily affirmed.

He continued investigating. Looking over to the monitor, he saw an outline of the fetus. He conducted a further investigation and concluded the sex of the baby.

“Well, Missus Gilman-Suarez, you’re having a boy.” Doctor Vogelbaum explained.

“A boy?” Wolfdog parroted.

“Yes. A healthy, little boy.” Doctor Vogelbaum confirmed. “How do you feel?”

“Elated.” Wolfdog confessed. “I’ve always wanted to have a baby boy.”

“I’m glad to hear.” Vogelbaum retorted.

“I can’t wait for the day I hold him in my arms.” She clutched her stomach as she spoke.

“That’s wonderful to hear.” Doctor Vogelbaum smiled. “It’s rare for supes these days to be born.”

Vogelbaum had taken in Homelander since he was a baby. He never fully registered him as his “son”, but he was the closest to family. Now, that small family was growing. And a baby was on the way!

It would be unprofessional for him to say he was ecstatic, but he truly was. Project E.V.E. was simply having breakthrough after breakthrough! What would the baby look like? What powers would he inherit? Would he have a new set of abilities?

The possibilities were endless.

“Right, I have scheduled a training session for you in two weeks. Since you are pregnant; we have designed the simulations to keep this in mind. I’ll see you in the Danger Rooms.” Vogelbaum instructed.

“I understand. Thank you, Doctor Vogelbaum.” Wolfdog retorted.

“You’re welcome. I will continue monitoring the health of the baby.” Vogelbaum said as he watched Wolfdog exit the door.

***
“Let me show you where I want to raise our child.” He said.

The both of them descended down to a small, cozy cabin. Wolfdog let go of her husband and went over towards the porch.

“Allow me.” He spoke like a gentleman. He walked up to the porch and opened the door.

“Ladies first.” He bowed his head.

Wolfdog entered the main room. It was all composed of wood. From the ceiling to the floors. Even the furniture was composed of wood.

“My grandfather made it all with his own two hands.” He lied.

“Amazing!” Wolfdog cried, wagging her tail. “And…this is where you want to raise our baby?”

Homelander enthusiastically nodded his head.

“I’m happy you’re thinking of our baby.” Wolfdog nuzzled her husband’s cheek, giving it a quick peck.

“Speaking of the baby, how was the appointment?” Homelander asked, cupping both of his wife’s paws.

“Doctor Vogelbaum said that I am expecting a little boy.” Wolfdog cheerily announced.

Homelander’s lips curled into a toothy grin.

“I’m having a son!” He gripped onto his wife’s paws harder.

He could just pinch himself right now. Surely, he had to be dreaming!

“Come, let me show you around the house.” Homelander said to his wife.

He had shown her around the cabin. The main room, the kitchen, their bedroom, and the soon to be baby’s room. The both of them were on the wooden couch. Wolfdog was sitting while Homelander’s head was on her lap. She was stroking his blonde hair with her paws.

“A penny for your thoughts.” Wolfdog hummed.

“I’m thinking of a name for the baby. Since it’s a boy, I want to stand out.” He answered.

“How about Ryan?” Homelander asked. “That’s a good name for the baby.”

“Hmmmm…too normal. How about Cayden? It means warrior.”

“Warrior…Warrior…” Homelander pondered aloud. “Oh, my tender, little mouse. You’re always one step ahead of me.”

“And that’s why I picked Cayden.” She smiled.

The Homelander smiled back.

“Say, how are you doing?” Homelander asked his wife.

“I’ve been dealing with some pain. I’ve been primarily feeling it on my breasts. It’s not pain per say, it’s more of a throbbing sensation. Doctor Vogelbaum said it could be because I’m in the process of developing milk.”

“Milk?” Homelander repeated, like he had just heard something obscene.

“Yes. I’m not sure if I have any.” She retorted.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Take off your top.” He ordered.

“Homelander?” Wolfdog asked.

“I’m not going to say it again.” Homelander retorted.

She relented.

“…And the bra.” He ordered again.

She took it off, using her paws to conceal her breasts.

“Oh, come on now, I’ve seen those breasts many times…” Homelander’s voice trailed off as he used his hands to remove the paws.

He moved the paws up above Wolfdog’s hand with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts in with the other. He instinctively opened his mouth and latched onto the nipple.

“Ah~!” Wolfdog cried out as he sucked.

He thanked the day this child was conceived. She was full of milk. Warm, creamy, and nutritious milk.

He continued sucking, taking all the contents from the breast.

Wolfdog kept moaning as her breast was being sucked. Homelander unbuckled his belt, losing his pants and exposing his bare member to the bare air. He hissed, looking lovingly at his wife.

“I want to make love to you. But, I don’t want to spook the baby.” Homelander said.

“We can do hand and mouth stuff in between then.” She suggested.

Homelander laid himself on the couch, putting both of his hands behind his back.

“Alright, put those paws to work.” Homelander ordered.

Chapter 29: ...And Then Comes the Miscarriage

Summary:

Wolfdog suffers a miscarriage. Starlight goes to her first party since being hospitalized.

Notes:

HUGE TW FOR MISCARRIAGE AND DISCUSSIONS OF RAPE

“Good morning, my sweet, little mouse.” He cooed as his wife walked into the living room.

“Good morning.” She yawned.

Wolfdog sniffed the air for a moment.

“Is that coffee? May I try some?” She asked, one of her paws reaching for the Styrofoam cup.

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” Homelander protested. “I don’t want the baby to have a caffeine addiction.”

“I can have one sip of coffee.” Wolfdog protested.

“Alright, but ONE sip only.” Homelander responded, giving her the Styrofoam cup.

Wolfdog clutched the cup in her paws before taking a sip. She quickly spat it out.

“Let me guess, this is standard Vought coffee.” Wolfdog said in disappointment.

“I never knew Wolfdog was such a coffee snob.” Homelander chuckled.

“I know this because all food and drink from them is mid at best.” Wolfdog justified herself. “There’s something missing…I think it’s love. The Café Con Leche from Pico’s is to die for.”

“One of these days, I will take you to Pico’s. And…I will treat you to that fish head soup you love so much.”

“YOU WILL?!” Wolfdog leapt with excitement.

She gave her husband a flurry of kisses on the face.

“Thank you so much! I’ll greatly appreciate it.” She smiled. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I will be getting ready for my appointment.”

“I can’t wait to hear the news of our baby.” Homelander clung onto Wolfdog tight. “I hope for nothing but good news.”

“As do I.” Wolfdog retorted.”

**

A party was being held this evening for Starlight’s return to The Seven. It was a small event with some influencers and press for publicity.

Starlight was given a beautiful white dress to wear. I went down to her ankles, was form fitting, and above all seemingly sparkled.

She was backstage, looking at herself in the mirror. She was devoid of any expression. She couldn't muster up a fake emotion.

The lights from the vanity seemed to burn. If they could, they could easily burn the whole room down.

And truthfully, that’s what she wanted.

Just for people to stop prying into her life. It’s already bad enough that people are starting to connect the dots.

As she continued looking at herself, she still couldn’t muster emotion.

None of this felt real. Nothing did.

Then, came a knock at the door to bring her back into reality.

“Miss January? You’re on in five.” The voice announced.

“Thank you!” She responded.

Five minutes. She had five minutes.

She subconsciously clutched onto the hems of her dress.

She swallowed nothing.

Five minutes.

She could use her powers to distort electricity in the room and set it all ablaze. Just like that!

Five minutes.

But she couldn’t. She had to be America’s Sweetheart.

Five minutes.

Starlight held her head back and took a deep breath.

And just like that, the mask was on.

She smiled. Not forced or overly happy, but neutral. Something she had been practicing for her induction into The Seven.

She was ready.

“And now, let’s give a standing ovation to America’s Sweetheart herself, Annie January!”

“Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel started to play as the crowd cheered. Annie entered stage left and gave Cameron Coleman a firm but polite handshake.

The lights burned brightly, only leaving white teeth and sequins.

Several more hands were shaken as she made her way to the podium.

One fan held up a sign that read: STILL SHINING, OUR STARLIGHT!

She placed a hand to her mouth. Oh, if only she wasn’t wearing make up!

She smiled through the sting in her eyes.

As she made her way up, she lights continued to be blinding.

“I…I…” A lump was caught in Starlight’s throat.

The crowd fell into a pregnant silence.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t done a speech in such a long time…where do I even start…Oh, right! I just want to say thank you to all of you that showed up tonight. Fans, colleagues, loved ones…everyone! I am

beyond grateful for your continued support of me. Just know that I received your letters from the hospital and I read every last one of them!”

Applause.

“Another thing I would like to say is this: despite my hospitalization, I have come to realize that there is light at the end of the tunnel. I can see it with my own eyes. Recovery is not linear. I’m not even comfortable enough to say that I am fully recovered. However, when that time comes, I will happily announce it to the world. The only thing I ask is that you do not pry into my personal life. I will continue operating as a member of The Seven. Thank you again for this opportunity!”

The audience exploded into applause. The press rushed to get photos and burning questions. Fans rushed in a desperate bid to get their idol to notice them. A few security guards at Vought ushered her to a more secluded room while trying to motion fans and press to the party.

Starlight was back in the dressing room. She was a bit disheveled, but seemingly okay. She was alone for once and able to hide from the prying eyes of the public.

At least her mascara was intact.

She tried to ground herself by taking deep breaths.

That was until another knock came at the door.

“Miss January? Everyone is expecting you at the party.” The voice announced.

“I’ll be there in a second. Just gotta readjust myself.” She responded.

“Alright.” The voice retorted before leaving.

Starlight could hear the music thumping through the walls despite the solitude.

She took one last deep breath and put the mask on once more.

The party was lively. People were drinking and enjoying the festivities.

Starlight made her way over to the alcohol. She poured herself a glass of champagne.

She looked over to her left.

Somebody was beyond drunk. Slurring on their words and overall being sloppy.

Her body froze.

She was taken back there again.

She had drunk a full bottle of red wine and passed out.

The Deep took full advantage of her.

Her heartbeats were accelerating. Her irises were small and she inspected the room for any sort of danger.

“Hey, you’re having a panic attack.” A supe remarked. “Can you see well?”

“I can, yes.” Starlight answered.

“What do you see?”

“I see lights. And cameras. And a lot of people.”

“Be more specific.” He clarified.

“I see…pizza boxes, food…oh yes a lot of food! There’s red cups and a champagne fountain. I see light fixtures and there’s a strange amount of influencers here.” Starlight answered again.

As she started becoming more grounded, the party wasn’t so scary after all.

“My name is Drummer boy.” The supe identified himself. “And the gender is fluid.”

“Annie. Annie January.” She replied.

“THE ANNIE JANUARY?!” Drummer Boy fangirled. “I never thought I would live the day to calm you down.”

Starlight blushed.

“You say that like I’m some kind of legend.” She quipped.

“But, you are! You’re a member of the Seven, for God’s sake!” Drummer Boy clarified.

Starlight looked a her glass and then back to him.

“Do you want to go out to the balcony? Get some fresh air?”

“Sure thing!” She enthusiastically responded.

**

Doctor Vogelbaum entered the room with a manila envelope of documents. He had a furrowed look on his face.

“So, doc, what’s the prognosis?” Wolfdog asked, optimistic about her baby.

“I’d hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your pregnancy is no longer viable.” Doctor Vogelbaum tragically announced.

“Wha…What do you mean my pregnancy is no longer viable?!” Wolfdog asked, her voice full of concern.

“You’ve gone through a miscarriage. I’m sorry.” Doctor Vogelbaum explained. “Even the healthiest of supes go through miscarriages.”

Wolfdog began to hug herself tightly with her paws. Why? Why would God strike her with such a horrible ordeal as this? To rob her of the gift of motherhood? Tears welted from her eyes as she embraced

herself.

“Is there…” Wolfdog took one of her paws to her chest and breathed in. It was followed by her breathing out and extending out her paw. “Is there a way to make the pregnancy viable again?”

Doctor Vogelbaum shook her head.

“I’m afraid not.” Doctor Vogelbaum answered. “We have to do a procedure to extract the fetus out of you; We can do it today if you’d like.”

Wolfdog shook her head, tears falling out of her eyes.

“I won’t let you take him from me. Not yet.” She retorted, hugging her stomach.

“You’re a real tough one, Miss Wolfdog.” Doctor Vogelbaum commented. “Keep your head high. And please remember to get the fetus extracted. There will be deadly consequences if we don’t take care

of that.”

She exited the room without saying another word, still clutching onto her stomach.

**

Starlight took a sip of her champagne, coughing for a moment.

“Lightweight?” he asked.

“No. just never really drank alcohol. Only for social events. And then I got hospitalized and abstained since.” Starlight answered.

“Was it because of the Twelve Step Program? I mean, no disrespect if you are. Do what brings you joy and all that.”

“No. It’s…complicated to put it simply.” Starlight answered.

“I see. Did…something happen to you? You don’t have to disclose that. It’s your business.”

Starlight swiveled her glass for a moment.

“It’s…interesting. Cruel things can happen to innocent people, but the world moves forward.” Starlight remarked.

“What do you mean?” Drummer Boy asked.

“You could literally be violated in the worst way humanly possible, but you’re still expected to show up to photoshoots and interviews like nothing happened.” Starlight answered.

“Starlight, I am so sorry that happened to you. Do you know who did it?”

She looked down.

“Listen, you don’t have to tell me. When the time comes, you can tell me.” Drummer Boy said.

“No. I’m tired of being told that. I want people to know who raped me. It was The Deep!”

Drummer Boy was floored. She was attacked by her own colleague?

“He raped me at the Herogasm. Took advantage of the fact I was drunk and high. And he…He fucking did that!”

“Annie…I am so sorry. I didn’t know-”

“No one knew.” Starlight answered. “I filed an anonymous complaint which ushered an investigation. There was a concerning amount of behavior from him which led to his ‘graduation’.”

“I understand why you did it anonymously.” Drummer Boy remarked.

“Thank you. You’re the only real person I’ve confessed this to.” She confessed.

“You’re welcome.” He retorted.

“I just can’t sit on my hands doing nothing. The Deep walks free in Sandusky and gets to start a new life. Meanwhile, I’m left to pick up the pieces.” She spoke in a low tone.

“I understand. If you want any help, let me know.” He responded.
**

“Little mouse? Are you there?” Homelander asked.

That was when he heard the clattering of glass.

Homelander went over to the couch.

“Oh…hello, Homelander.” Wolfdog sheepishly said.

“Are you…alright? You look funny.” He expressed concern.

“Aww, do I?” Wolfdog cooed. “Thank you.”

“You’re on something.” Homelander accused her.

“Of course I am. Baby went bye bye.” Wolfdog hiccupped.

Homelander cocked an eyebrow.

“What do you mean ‘baby went bye bye’?” Homelander asked, his voice laden with concern.

“Baby went bye bye. He’s in heaven now.” She clarified, padding towards him.

“The baby’s dead?!” Homelander finally realized what she meant. “But how? Why…no.”

He was clenching and unclenching his jaw. His hands were balled up into fists.

“What…did you do?” He asked Wolfdog. “Did you stick something inside of you while I wasn’t looking?”

“Shhhhhhh-shhhhhhh.” Wolfdog attempted to soothe him. “The doctor said that even the healthiest supes can lose a baby. Besides, they call it an angel baby nowadays.”

“Bullshit!” Homelander snarled, his fists shaking. “I’m calling bullshit.”

“Call it whatever you want, that is the truth.” Wolfdog retorted.

Homelander was tempted to punch her in the mouth for her attitude about losing the baby. She must have done something to lose him.

That was when he smelled the alcohol in her breath.

“You’re drinking?” He pondered aloud. “You never drink alcohol.”

“Yeah, well, with the baby gone, I don’t have to worry about Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.” Wolfdog handwaved it.

“Pom, be serious with me.” Homelander begged. “What happened to the baby?”

“I had a miscarriage, John. Why can’t you believe me?!” Wolfdog pleaded her case.

“Because babies, especially ours, doesn’t just simply die in the womb. You must have done something.”

“Fine!” Wolfdog snapped. “Don’t believe me. Go speak to Doctor Vogelbaum if you’re that concerned. He’ll tell you everything.”

“Fine. But, I swear if I find out that you’re lying to me...”

Homelander slammed his fist on the coffee table, effortlessly destroying it.

“You’d better start praying to that skeleton you call a god.” He growled, his eyes flashing red for a moment.

Wolfdog almost immediately sobered up from the threat. Her body began to shake and her heart raced.

Homelander left his penthouse and slammed the door behind him.
**

Homelander stormed into Doctor Vogelbaum’s office, demanding answers.

“Mister Gilman?!” Doctor Vogelbaum shouted in surprise. “What bring you h-

“I want ANSWERS.” Homelander demanded, placing both his hands on his waist.

“What happened to the baby?” Homelander interrogated.

“Did Pom tell you? About the miscarriage?” Doctor Vogelbaum asked.

“She did, yes.” Homelander answered. “I want to know WHY it happened.”

Doctor Vogelbaum sighed, bridging his fingers to his nose.

“I don’t know. She didn’t do anything wrong during the pregnancy. And sometimes, that happens. Sometimes miscarriages happen.” Doctor Vogelbaum explained.

Homelander sighed loudly in exasperation, clenching his jaw.

“I still don’t believe it.” He said.

“You cannot believe it all you want, that is the truth. The miscarriage is inconclusive, Wolfdog was healthy and did nothing wrong. Sometimes, that’s life. This is a frail time for the both of you. I know

losing a baby can be a traumatic thing to happen. But, please be patient with Pom and yourself. Grief takes time and healing from this kind of trauma.” Vogelbaum retorted.

Homelander gave himself a breather and sat on a chair.

“I am not traumatized. I just wanted answers for the baby. And now…I feel nothing.” Homelander said in a defeated tone.

“That’s your brain finally reeling into the miscarriage.” Doctor Vogelbaum explained.

“I guess…” Homelander retorted. “Is there any way we can prevent this in the future?”

Doctor Vogelbaum shook his head.

“I’m afraid not. As I mentioned to Pom, even the healthiest of supes can miscarry.” Doctor Vogelbaum explained.

“So, she was telling the truth all along…” Homelander thought aloud.

“Anything else you’d like to know, Mister Gilman?” Doctor Vogelbaum asked.

“Yes, will there be any adverse effects to this?” Homelander inquired.

“Yes.” Doctor Vogelbaum answered. “For starters, she will suffer from emotional and psychological effects from this. She will experience depression and mourn the loss of the child. Her body is going to

need time to recover from this. So, it will be a while before you two try again with another baby.”

“I see. Thank you, Doc.” He said before leaving the office.

                                                                                                                                    **
Homelander returned to the penthouse, relieved but with a nagging sense of dread.

He went behind the sofa, looking at the broken coffee table until his gaze went towards where his room was.

“Little mouse, I have returned to you!” Homelander sang in the most saccharine tone.

Nothing.

He cleared his throat, covering his cough with his gloved hand.

“Little mouse, I’m home!” He sang once again.

Still nothing.

That's when he heard soft weeping. That would have been followed up with some audible sobbing.

He went towards his room.

He wrung a few concerned knocks on his door.

Silence.

“Pom, can I come in?” Homelander pleaded.

“I’m fine.” Pom said in a hushed tone.

“Pom, let me in. Please. I’m sorry.” He placed his hand on his mouth, seemingly biting down on it.

The door was open ajar.

“My sweet, tender, little mouse.” He squealed in joy. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

Wolfdog opened the door, revealing her face. She was flushed. The bottom of her eyelids swollen, her nose shining bright, and looking sickly.

She embraced him.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to lose the baby!” She cried into his jumpsuit, her tears soaking it.

“Don’t be sorry. You were telling the truth all along.” Homelander replied, hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” She wept.

“It’s not your fault.” He whispered, kissing the top of her forehead. “We need to extract the fetus off you.”

“And I want him preserved.” She retorted, causing Homelander to create some space with his arms.

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Why? So you can show it around a science experiment?” He half-joked.

“No, be serious.” She replied. “I want him preserved so we can immortalize him.”

“Are you sure you want to go through with that?” Homelander asked her.

She nodded her head confidently.

“I’m sure of it.” Wolfdog reassured. “We can see him if we do it.”

Homelander hugged his wife tightly.

Chapter 30: The Whole Truth and Nothing But the Truth

Summary:

Wolfdog gets her fetus extracted and retreats to Mexico, Starlight outs The Deep, and The Boys react accordingly

Notes:

TW FOR THEMES OF MISCARRIAGE AND RAPE

“Are you sure you want it preserved?” Doctor Vogelbaum asked.

“His NAME is Cayden.” She growled.

“Apologies. We have other options, such as incineration. We can look into-”

“I WANT him preserved.” She emphasized.

Doctor Vogelbaum reluctantly agreed.

“Very well then,” He said, writing down notes on his clipboard. “You will be sedated. The fetus will be extracted and preserved. Any other requests?”

“I want his name on the plaque.” She said.

“Consider it done.” Doctor Vogebaum wrote down a few more notes.

A couple of Vought medical techs came inside the room, one with a syringe to sedate her.

The needle was plunged into her paw. A small amount of red seeped onto her fur. It was cold.

Everything was cold.

Not even the buzzing fluorescent lights could offer a semblance of warmth.

Just nothing but buzz.

She was sedated, but still lucid.

Homelander was observing the fetal extraction through plexiglass. He watched as the medical techs went to work on Wolfdog. The sedation was placed and they were poised to extract the fetus.

They worked on Wolfdog’s unconscious body. She was breathing. Her breaths became more and more deep. The machine was stable.

Everything was going smoothly so far.

When the fetus was extracted, it was small, it couldn't be smaller than a plum. He had small canine ears and a small snout. The ears were curled and the arms were still curled. A little nub could be seen where his tail would be.

“Just like your mother…” He remarked at the fetus. “Beautiful and wild.”

His eyes narrowed and he placed a gloved hand over his mouth. Tears welted up and threatened to moisten his eyes.

This was the first time he truly cried over another life. He never even gave such a notion a second thought. But this…this was different. This WAS his son! His legacy. His flesh and blood.

What could have been.

Homelander collapsed under the pressure of it all. The sound of rubber colliding with the tile broke the buzzing drone of the lights.

Tears poured out his face. He let out a series of sobs, the kind that one could NEVER dodge doing when deep in grief.

For the first time in his life, he was mourning.

Not as a superhero.

Not as a national icon.

Not as a god.

But, as a father.

**

Wolfdog woke up from her sedation.

“Good afternoon, Miss Wolfdog.” Doctor Vogelbaum greeted her. “The fetal extraction was a success-“

“Where’s my baby?” Wolfdog asked, her voice laden with concern.

“He is preserved within the Vought Archives.” Doctor Vogelbaum answered.

“Take me to him.” She demanded with urgency.

Wolfdog was wheelchaired by her husband and led into the deep crevices of the archives. Doctor Vogelbaum used his handprint and eye to open the tightly locked door. They went inside to reveal another locked door.

“VOICE AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED.” The screen spoke.

Doctor Vogelbaum pressed the button.

“Doctor Jonah Vogelbaum. Authorization code 0119. Subject: Cayden Gilman-Suarez.”

The machine hissed and whirred, opening the door.

The room was sterile and cold, like everything else in the tower. However, this one was lined with shelves and artificial tubes of failed experiments. Preserved specimens seemingly stuck in time.
It made Homelander shudder in fear. Reminding him of his days being alone. When he was and still is broken.

There was a centerpiece with a spotlight. In the middle was a glass preservation jar.

“This way.” Doctor Vogelbaum ordered.

They walked closer to the jar, until they saw a plaque that read:

“Cayden Gilman-Suarez:

Floating Amongst the Stars.”

This alone caused a tear to fall from Wolfdog’s cheek.

“I want to hold him.” Wolfdog requested.

Doctor Vogelbaum nodded.

He carefully removed the jar from the centerpiece and gave it to Wolfdog.

She examined the body closer.

“He looks just like you…a little snout, a little nub for a tail…” Homelander remarked upon the fetus.

“I wonder what powers he would have inherited…” Wolfdog barked weakly.

She cradled the jar gingerly in her arms.

Her eyes lidded half-shut for a moment.

And then, they were shut.

**

Wolfdog was sitting on the porch of the cabin. She was cradling the baby, humming a small lullaby.

The baby was wolflike, like her mother. But, his fur was golden. It matched the striking blonde hair of Homelander.

Homelander made his way outside.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Homelander said.

He was wearing casual clothes and walked over towards the rocking chair.

“He’s got your fur. I wonder if he’ll have your personality to boot.” She quipped.

“We will just have to see.” Homelander pondered.

**

Another fantasy.

This time, under the brightness of the moon.

She was teaching Cayden how to howl at the moon.

He was trying. By God, he was trying.

Instead of a howl, it was more of a whimper followed by a small howl.

**

And as Wolfdog opened her eyes, the moments were gone.

Cayden was no longer there.

In its place was a preserved fetus.

What could have been.

 

**

The lights at the penthouse were dim.

Homelander was inside of the kitchen of his penthouse. He had a medical bag on top of the counter. It was labelled: “Patient: Pom Gilman-Suarez. Contents: Placental Tissue. 8/7.”

He opened the bag in a near reverent way, as if he were holding some type of relic. He placed up close to his nose and took a sniff.

It smelled of sweet honey with copper.

His pupils dilate.

He looked over to his left and right. His wife was asleep in the bedroom.

He was alone.

Truly alone.

No press.

No adoring fans.

No Vought.

Just him.

Homelander.

“The last thing he ever touched…” He muttered to himself, pulling the placenta out of the bag with his bare hands.

He brought it close to his mouth.

And then he ate it. In one fell swoop.

Crimson seeped out of his mouth. His knees buckled. He collapsed to the ground once more.

It was done not out of madness, but out of hope. Hope that by eating the placenta, he could preserve what remained of his son.

What could have been…

He tilted his back and swallowed.

A small smile curled from his lips.

“Now, you’ll always be a part of me.” He remarked, tears streaming down his eyes.

 

**

“We’ll give you an all expenses paid trip to Mexico. Tepito. We’ll write it off as a ‘spiritual adventure’. If you really want, you can spin this little vacation into some content for your social media. Especially amongst your more…esoteric fans.” Ashley offered. “Tarot cards, oceanic sound healing, and lighting candles with skulls? Your fans will eat that shit up.”
“Do I really have a choice?” Wolfdog asked.

Ashley leaned in.

“You don’t. And to be frank, you’re affecting the whole team, both morale and point wise.” Ashley confessed. “You’re depressed, people are thinking that Homelander did something to you, and people are NOTICING.

Off the record, I’m sorry for the loss of your baby. I read the internal memo. I know you’re going through a lot, but you have GOT to get it together!”

Wolfdog continued looking down at the floor, her body still unwavering.

“Let me drive your attention to this.”

Ashley flipped the tablet over to display a mock headline:

“A Spiritual Journey to Tepito: Five Reasons why you Retreat to Mexico”

Wolfdog looked at the headline. For once, a small smile curled from her lips.

Ashley saw that smile and pounced on it like a predator going after prey.

“You see? I’d knew you’d get it.” Ashley said as she tapped the screen a few times. “We already have a few hashtags at the ready: hashtag Healing Howls, hashtag Retreat to Tepito, and hashtag Healing Pack.”

The smile faded from Wolfdog.

“You’re not even trying to pretend to care about my healing.” Wolfdog remarked.

Ashley sighed.

“Look. Between you and me? Of course it’s not just about healing. It’s about narrative. You lost a baby. The public doesn’t know that, but they can feel it. Your energy’s off, Pom. You haven’t posted a tarot reading in weeks, your mukbangs are—no offense—really depressing, and your brand needs to bounce back before people start turning on you. You don’t even go on your political rants during your mukbangs anymore.” She emphasized.

“I don’t give a FUCK about my brand, Ashley!” Wolfdog confessed.

Ashley was twirling with her pen, letting the words sink in for a moment.

“I know you don’t, that much is clear.” Ashley clapped back. “But, I do. Vought does. And so does your TEAM. You really want to drag them down because you lost your child? Listen, if you continue on the way that you are, then the marriage will fall apart. Homelander will spiral and I don’t think you want to deal with that.”

Wolfdog’s tail twitched.

“You still grieve. Light candles, pray to the skeleton god, whatever you need to do. However, make sure it looks presentable for content.” Ashley said.

Wolfdog pinned her ears back at the notion.

“Will I be alone?” Wolfdog asked.

“What?” Ashley inquired.

“In Tepito. Will I be alone?” Wolfdog clarified.

“No, of course not!” Ashley answered. “You will have a handler, security, and a camera crew following you around. There will be plenty of protection. And even if you are alone, well, you are Wolfdog. You can just bite their throats.”

“I see. I will get my supplies ready.” Wolfdog barked.

“Good.” Ashley praised her. “Your flight will be tomorrow morning.”

“And one more thing, Ashley: If you do so much as call my grief ‘content’ again, I will rip your throat out with my teeth.”

She wheelchaired her way out of the room.

Ashley sighed, using her fingers to bridge her nose.

**

Homelander was pacing in the main room, waiting for his wife to return. The sound of his boots clacking against the wooden floor was the only noise accompanying him. He had lights dimmed for his vision.

Click!

It was Wolfdog.

“I have returned to no one but you, my eaglet!” Wolfdog barked, a small wag coming from her tail.

“Where the hell have you been?” Homelander demanded.

“What are you talking about…”

Wolfdog looked over to the ticking clock.

“Ooooh shit! I am so sorry, John. I lost track of time because of the meeting I had with Ashley.”

“Ashley?” He remarked, cocking an eyebrow. “What does she want now?”

“She wants me to go to Mexico. Tepito.” Wolfdog answered.

“Why?” He furrowed his eyebrows. “And there’d better be a good reason for it.”

“For spiritual reasons. She wants me to post on social media about esoteric stuff as I recover.” She confessed.

“So, she wants you in Cartel Land with some fucking as YOUR BODYGUARD?!” Homelander could feel himself fuming.

He was clenching his jaw and balling his hands into fists.

Then, he sharply exhaled, placing both his hands over his face.

“I don’t…” His voice was initially muffled before putting them down. “I don’t understand why she is doing this.”

“John, I’m depressed.” Wolfdog said matter of fact. “The public are noticing and you don't notice the looks of pity on teammates’ faces? I know losing the baby is eating us alive. This trip isn’t going to magically fix everything, but it will at least give me some space…from here."

She never thought she would confess to that. Truth be told, she loved it here. But, her heart still ached to be in that cabin. Raising their precious Cayden together. Teaching him his first words and howls. How to growl at bad people. And above all, how to properly give love to another life.

Homelander had his mouth agape.

Wolfdog wasn’t quite able to read his expression. Was he angry? Upset? or something much worse?

“Pom…is that how you really feel?” His tone was almost pleading.

Begging for her not to actually believe in that.

“John, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way-” Wolfdog’s voice lowered.

She went over to her husband, placing a paw on his shoulder.

“Then, how else am I supposed to interpret that?” Homelander asked.

“What I mean is that losing Cayden has affected me living here. I see him everywhere, John. It’s not right.” Wolfdog confessed.

“So, what? You’re just gonna forget our son like that?” Homelander asked.

“It’s not that!” Wolfdog objected. “I just want the pain to stop.”

“And so do I!” Homelander confessed. “You don’t think I see him here, too? In this place? I hear you sing lullabies to yourself before you sleep.”

Silence.

The couple were at a standstill. They were both grieving, but had no way of expressing it. Not even the sounds of cars blaring their horns could penetrate into this silence.

“I’m just scared, Pom.” Homelander finally confessed. “I’ve been scared since you miscarried. What if I lose you in Tepito?”

“I’ll be fine, John. Promise.” Wolfdog retorted, letting go of his shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my little mouse. And IF something happens to you, I will raze that shithole.”

**

Starlight was at her place, wearing a basic white hoodie with a Godolkin University crest on it and pink pyjama bottoms covered with all sorts of breakfast sweets. The top had a shirt that said, “On Sundays, we brunch.”

The fairy lights in her room were twinkling, It provided a warm and cozy atmosphere. Plushies of varying sizes were placed deliberately in her room.

She had the tripod for her phone ready.

The phone screen was black.

She went over to her phone and unlocked it. She went over to Instagram. She clicked on her profile picture and switched over to “live”.

She let in an exhale, followed by a sharp exhale.

There was no turning back now.

“Hey Instagram, it’s you girl, Starlight!” Said, doing her usual greeting. “This is a little unorthodox…but the truth must be spoken.
So, everyone knows Herogasm, right? That disgusting orgy Vought endorses every year? You know the saying, what happens at the ‘Gasm, stays at the ‘Gasm. But, something happened to me back. I…I was assaulted at the Herogasm. No, I wasn’t assaulted. I was raped.”

Starlight looked away from her phone camera, feeling tears welt in her eyes.

She remembered it all too well.

The smell of alcohol on his breath, him kissing her cheek as he assaulted her.

Hands pressed against her waist.

The flashing lights, the Herogasm logo…

“Pretty girl, you are such a pretty girl…” The Deep groaned.

She looked back.

“I was raped at the Herogasm. I am aware that this violates the NDA of the event but a crime was committed there. I got drunk and high and I was with a colleague who I thought I could trust.”

Starlight wiped a loose tear coming down her cheek. She licked her lips and swallowed.

“I was raped by The Deep.”

A wave of comments and emojis flooded her phone screen.

“HE DID WHAT ?!?!?!”

“that fucker 😡😡😡!!!”

More comments came through like a whirlwind of rage.

Starlight started breathing a bit more shallower as she saw the wave of comments. Many of them supported her. Some...blamed her for her behavior.

“of course, another rape crier.”

“i’m betting she regretted the sex but she couldn’t say that part out loud”

“don’t go to the herogasm if you don’t want to get raped”

She nearly shut off the stream right then and there.

But then she remembered.

The pain she felt down there.

the showers she would dread taking.

the anonymous report, and the graduation.

She did all of this for a reason.

She had to, right?

She sharply exhaled.

“I know--I know. It’s a lot to take in. But…understand this: I’m not doing this for clout or attention. I want to get my side of the story out.

She trembled with her voice, but it needed to be vomited out.

“I have been silent for far too long.” She mustered the courage to say it.

“I want other women to know that…THAT man will be held accountable. PROPERLY held accountable. Thank you for watching.”

She abruptly ended the livestream.

**

The safehouse was dim today.

Everyone was huddled up by Hughie’s phone. The screen was now black as the livestream abruptly ended.

“She said. She fucking said it.” Hughie remarked, getting up from his chair.

Kimiko’s fists were balled up. Outside, she seemed normal. But, on the inside, a storm is brewing.

This wasn’t just the fact that Starlight confessed to being assaulted. She gave ALL victims a chance to speak.

“I speak up.” Kimiko signed.

“No, you’re not.” Billy growled, poring some whiskey into his coffee. “Not yet…Vought is most likely on her arse. We don’t need them on their asses enough as is.”

“Yeah, but we should at least approach her. Let her know that she is supported.” Hughie suggested.

“Have you gone mad?!” Billy shouted. “She declared WAR on Vought. On fucking Instagram Live. You want to send her a fucking fruit basket next?”

“And that’s exactly WHY we need her!” Sandstorm piped up. “She could be a valuable asset.”

“An asset? She’d be a walking liability!” He objected. “Who even gave you a moment to speak? You’re no different than the others.”

“Hey, lay off her.” Hughie tried to descalate. “She’s right. She could be a useful ally. She’s already a member of the Seven. Besides, we have her number and you said you had a plan.”

“I said I MAY have a plan.” He clarified, taking a swig of his drink.

A heavy silence settled over the room.

Sandstorm sat back down, her arms folded. “For someone who claims to want to take down Vought, you sure like tearing down anyone who’s not exactly like you.”

Billy didn’t respond. Not with words, anyway. Just another sip of whiskey. There were ghosts and unresolved rage to work on.

Hughie glanced at the black phone screen again. “We reach out to her. We have to.”

Kimiko nodded silently, eyes fixed ahead. She didn’t need to say it.

She had already survived what Starlight was only just beginning to name.

Chapter 31: Collateral Damage

Summary:

Starlight's confession is out, the Seven are fracturing, and Wolfdog is in Tepito. What is Liberty to do?

To: AshleyBarret@VoughtUSA, The PR Team, The Legal Team, and the Seven

From: StanEdgar@VoughtUSA

RE: URGENT MEETING

INTERNAL MEMO

RE: STARLIGHT’S CONFESSION AND WOLFDOG’S TRIP TO TEPITO

Due to two sensitive PR sensitive developments, a MANDATORY meeting will occur in Conference Room A. I expect all major executives, stakeholders, AND members of The Seven to be in attendance.

Starlight’s Confession - Sexual Assault from The Deep

Annie January (known as Starlight), confessed via Instagram Live that she was assaulted by Kevin Moskowitz (known formerly as The Deep) at the Herogasm party.

Social Media engagements have swung in favor of her. Main hashtags are #JusticeForStarlight, #VoughtKnew, and #TheDeepCancelledParty. Keep an eye out for other hashtags and public opinion.

Key Points

Applaud Annie for her bravery and transparency

Support for assault victims

Emphasize safety and consent at future Herogasm events. If the event continues being a liability, we PULL the plug on it entirely.

Reaffirm The Deep’s graduation from Vought and The Seven. Continue severing ties with him.

Position the narrative on “healing and accountability”.

2. Wolfdog’s Retreat to Tepito - #HealingPaws

As part of an optic measure, Pom Gilman-Suarez (known as Wolfdog) has agreed to go on a two week long “spiritual retreat” to Tepito, Mexico.

Tepito was chosen due to its connection with the skeletal saint Santa Muerte, whom Pom is a devotee of. It also aligns perfectly with the esoteric audience she cultivated.

Pom will be doing a mini video series entitled: “A Spiritual Journey to Tepito: Five Reasons why you Retreat to Mexico” on her YouTube Channel, Wolfdog the Mystical.

On top of that, they will be utilizing their Instagram account for pictures of the Tepito trip and Tarot card readings.

This is a very delicate period for Vought. What is decided in the conference room will change EVERYTHING. Including what happens to the remainder of Q3 and beyond.

Regards,

Stan Edgar

CEO of Vought USA

**

Everyone was present in the conference room. Coffee was flowing, but this was no cause for celebration. Everyone was on edge, including Ashley.

Ashley looks like she hadn’t slept in days. There were prominent eyebags on the outside, she may seem calm, on the inside she was trembling.
She had dealt with her fair share scandals throughout the years working at Vought.

A-Train’s doping? Just send him to rehab. That’s child’s play!

Translucent using his powers to justify going into the women’s changing room? Have him take some sensitivity classes!

There was also one time where Homelander tried to bang a waitress on live TV.

But this?

This was more than being outside of her wheelhouse. This was setting off a nuke.

“Right…” Ashley started, fumbling her clipboard around. “Let’s get the Band-Aid out right now: Starlight confessed to being assaulted at the Herogasm. And she named the perpetrator.”

“She broke the NDA! We could sue her for that!” One lawyer said.

“Oh, yeah, why didn’t I think of that? Let’s sue the rape victim as she’s reclaiming her voice! That’ll bode over well! Especially with anyone with basic human decency!”

Silence.

Some of the staff were pressing on their tablet screen to pull up something…ANYTHING.

“The top trend is the hashtag I Stand With Starlight.” One data analyst noted.

“Another one is the hashtag Vought Knew.”

Ashley ran her finger through her hair.

“Stan…”

“We swing in support of Starlight.” Edgar announced.

“Yes, good! That’s good!” Ashley encouraged him.

“Have a campaign dedicated to assault survivors. Write a check to an organization. Make sure our logo is present when we write it.” Edgar proposed.

“Do we confirm everything?” Ashley asked Stan.

He shook his head.

“What happens at the ‘Gasm, stays at the ‘Gasm. But, we will have more safety measures for the event next year to prevent another incident like this.” Stan Edgar answered.

“Such as-”

“Having on-field medics, an enhanced panic button in each room, and having a series of protocols that each person must sign before attending.” Edgar answered, seemingly having a solution hidden in his pockets.

“Then, it would miss the point of the event.” One executive piped up.

“Safety trumps that at the moment.” Edgar retorted. “If the Herogasm becomes a liability more than a luxury, we pull the plug.”

Ashley gave a weak thumbs up.

“If anyone asks for details about Herogasm, we do NOT divulge. Just emphasize the safety protocols. Emphasize consent.”

“What about some ribbons supes can wear? Teal. That’s the color for Sexual Assault Awareness Month.” One PR Strategist spoke.

“Perfect!” Ashley cried.

“And what about The Deep? He graduated from The Seven.” Another executive asked.

“We already severed ties with him. Let him be thrown to the wolves. Make an example out of him.” Egdar answered.

“That way it looks like we’re siding with the victim!” Ashley remarked, as though had just invented empathy. “Maybe there is light at the end of the tunnel.”

She can imagine the headlines:

“Vought in Support of Starlight, The Deep Out

Justice Soars High with The Seven

Vought in Support of Assault Survivors”

It made her head spin in delight.

“There is indeed light.” He said. “All we have to do is turn on the shutter.”

**

The Seven were all present in an adjacent board room. They were awaiting any news on something. ANYTHING from the conference room.

They were given their usual morning beverages and snacks. However, it was seldom touched.

The monitors were flashing out varying headlines of Starlight’s confession.

“Starlight Confesses: Assaulted at Herogasm

What This Confession Means for Survivors

The Deep MUST Face Accountability.”

The confession lingered around them like a ghost. To make matters worse, Starlight was present in the room.

She was neutral on the outside, but on the inside she was sick to her stomach.

Did she truly do the right thing?

If she did, then why does she feel this way?

People are talking about her assault and have come in support of her.

She had everything!

But, there wasn't a celebration.

It was just another PR fire that needed to be extinguished.

All eyes were on her. And she despised every last pair.

“So, are we just going to sit in silence?" Valkyrie asked.

“What…is there to say?” Queen Maeve said. “She was assaulted at the Herogasm. And she was assaulted by our former colleague.”

“Yeah, but what happens next?” Valkyrie retorted. “Does everyone get investigated? Because I can tell you NO ONE will look good from the ‘Gasm.”

“I don’t know what happens next,” Queen Maeve confessed. “All I know is that we have to get through this.”

“That’s rich coming from the one who was supposed to retire.” Liberty swiveled the straw in her drink. “We are The Seven. Not The Soft Seven.”

Wolfdog pinned her ears back.

“That’s not funny.” Wolfdog retorted.

“Oh, lighten up. Besides, you’re one of the main reasons this team is getting soft.”

She tilted her head towards Starlight’s gaze.

“And Little Orphan Annie here is the face of victimhood.” Liberty responded.

“You say that like compassion is weakness.” Wolfdog said.

“It is.” Liberty fired back.

“She’s right. If we let things like this interfere with our mission, we will lose everything.” Valkyrie pointed out.

“So me reporting my rape is ‘distracting from the mission’?” Starlight snapped.

A silence fell upon the group like a shockwave.

She had heard quite enough. Especially from Liberty and Valkyrie.

The truth was she didn’t want this kind of attention.

She just wanted to be believed.

“I didn’t ask for the press or the hashtags. those-”

“I think you knew damn well what you wanted out of it. Don’t play innocent here.” Liberty snapped.

Wolfdog’s claws scraped against the desk. Her jaws were clenched. She should have had her throat for saying that alone.

“ENOUGH.” Queen Maeve interjected.

Another silence fell upon the room.

Homelander, who was listening to all this go down, turned around from the monitors.

“Look at us.” He professed like a pastor in a church. “We are splintering apart and this is what divides us? I’m not going to take a side, but we MUST stick together through this.”

Further silence.

“He’s right.” Wolfdog piped up. “We have to give support to Starlight, regardless of what we believe in. She’s the victim in all this.”

“Ah yes, the lap dog sides with her master like clockwork.” Liberty snarked. “Besides, don’t you have a trip to go to?” Liberty asked, cupping her drink.

Liberty swirled her drink with her straw.

“Where was it again? Oh right, shithole Tepito. Maybe, you’ll fit right in considering your kind.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” She growled.

“I think you can extrapolate the meaning behind that.” She quipped.

A hush silence fell upon the room.

“No, I want you to say it with your chest.” Wolfdog ordered.

“I don’t know who you think you are, mutt. But, you don’t control me. You think that because you’re Homelander’s apprentice, you get to throw your weight around?” Liberty growled.

Then, came a smug smirk.

“Pun intended.”

She snarled, getting close to Liberty’s face.

“Is THAT a challenge?!” She continued snarling.

“Oh, would you look at that?” Liberty threw her hands up. “I make a joke, and she gets all sensitive over it.”

“Well, it ends in hate speech.” Starlight defended her.

“So, the rape accuser is siding with the mutt. How cute.” Liberty cooed.

“I should have your head for that!” Wolfdog was ready to deck her across the face.

But, there came three knocks.

And then Ashley.

“Hi, every-” She looked over to the scene.

Wolfdog was seconds from striking Liberty, Valkyrie right behind his mentor, and the rest of The Seven were paralyzed.

“I...I swear they don’t pay me enough for this shit…” She muttered under her breath, using her manila envelope to conceal how she truly felt.

“Right…I just survived the PR War Room. Edgar wants you all out. PSA Filming starts in twenty minutes. Liberty, you will be the face.”

“Why me? Wouldn’t it make sense to have the victim?” Liberty asked.

“Starlight is too booked. The press wants her.” Ashley asked

Liberty rolled her eyes at the notion.

“Very well, then,” She muttered under her breath.

“Wolfdog, you will be stationed in Tepito for a couple of weeks. Do a tarot card reading or something like that for Instagram.”

Wolfdog nodded.

“Everyone will express their support of Starlight. NO straying from the script. Capiche?” She emphasized, hoping the point was made.

Everyone nodded in approval.

Ashley sighed in relief.

“Okay, thank god. Everyone, get ready for a storm. But, we are gonna get past this.” Ashley cheerily announced. “And let’s try not to kill each other.”

Everyone hesitantly nodded before leaving.

**

The helicopter was stationed on the helipad. It was sleek black and had a white V on the side. The top of the tower was the only way for one to even see the bright sun as the skyscrapers snuffed it out.

Homelander was speaking to wife at the pad.

“So, you’re really going,” Homelander pouted.

“Relax, I’ll be gone in two weeks.” Wolfdog responded, putting a paw on his shoulder.

“Yeah, but you’re going to Tepito.” Homelander emphasized, placing both his hands on Wolfdog’s shoulders.

“I’ll have security.” Wolfdog reassured him.

“I know that.” Homelander said in an exasperated tone. “It just…what if it isn’t enough? What if you get kidnapped because you said the wrong thing to an undercover cartel member?”

Wolfdog pinned her ears back and furrowed her brows.

“I’m not stupid. Hablas Espanol.” Wolfdog reminded him.

“I’m not saying you’re stupid.” Homelander retorted. “I’m saying people can’t be trusted. Especially THOSE types of people.”

Wolfdog still had her ears pinned.

“So, there’s a them now?” Wolfdog spoke in a low voice.

“You know what I mean! You’re not like them.” Homelander tried walking it back.

“I grew up around those people! I can handle myself.” Wolfdog stepped away from his touch, crossing her arms.

“I know…I just…I just don’t like it.” Homelander confessed. “The team is already splintering. Do you really need to go?”

“I have to, John.” Wolfdog cooed, putting a paw on his shoulder. “I’m doing this for the sake of Cayden.”

“Before you go, I have something to give you.” He announced it to his wife.

Wolfdog tilted her head.

He reached into his chest and pulled out a velvet box. A deep blue one. One typically given to supes for doing something noteworthy.

Inside was a delicate gold necklace: a tiny pendant of a wolf pup curled around an egg. The detailing was intricate. Clearly custom-made. The egg shimmered with a faint, opalescent sheen. Almost like it was glowing.

“I had it made… after the extraction,” he said quietly, not meeting her eyes.

Wolfdog’s breath caught in her throat. She touched the pendant with trembling claws.

“He deserved to be born,” she whispered. “He was real.”

“I know,” Homelander said, finally looking at her. “And maybe this is stupid…but I wanted you to carry something with you. Just in case you… forget.”

“I haven’t forgotten, John.” Her voice was steady, but her eyes were glassy. “ I have a copy of the ultrasound. I’ll never let go of him.”

The helicopter’s blades begin whirring. It made their conversation harder to hear, let alone talk.

She clasped the necklace onto her neck. She took a look at it again before hugging her husband.

“I love you.” She said.

“I love you, too.” Homelander said right back.

“I’ll be back in two weeks.” Wolfdog barked.

“You’d better be.” He responded in a low voice. “Otherwise, I will raze Tepito.”

She smiled, letting go of him. She walked over towards the open cabin of the helicopter, the blades of the vehicle whirring violently. Her tag wagged with finality.

She had meant every word in her promise. If she didn’t, the city wouldn’t survive him either.

As she went inside, the door slammed shut. The helicopter made its way to the sky, soaring.

Homelander stood alone on the helipad, fists clenched at his sides, his smile long gone.

As the helicopter sliced through the clouds, Wolfdog touched the pedant.

“En el nombre del padre, el hijo, y el espíritu santo. Amen.” She started her prayer.

**

“And we’re rolling! Sound speed!” The cameraman announced, using a clapper.

One of the gaffers was trying to properly light them without it washing them out.

One of the makeup artists dabbed Liberty with some powder before being dismissed. She took a sip out of her water through a straw.

“Thirty second warning!” The camera runner announced.

Everyone scrambled to get into position. Liberty wrapped both her hands into each other, as did Valkyrie. She let a smile crawl through her lips. A natural one.

The camera runner counted down the final ten seconds as Valkyrie and Liberty got themselves ready.

“Three…two…one…”

“We at Vought USA believe survivors of rape and sexual and assault. That’s why we are launching the initiative Speak Aloud. The goal of this initiative is to give victims of sexual assault a chance to use their voices. We will be ushering a 24/7 hotline for both supes and humans. The best part is that the call will be anonymous.” Liberty read the teleprompter with poise and elegance.

“We can’t undo the past, but we CAN change the future. For all survivors.” Valkyrie joined in the reading.

Unlike Liberty, it was flat and dull. Not very convincing.

“Cut!” The director ordered.

Noise was throughout the studio. But, Liberty and Valkyrie were silent.

“Valkyrie, my dearest apprentice, at least try to lighten up. You’re going to make them think I’m grooming you.” Liberty ordered.

“I’m trying!” He pouted like a child. “I just…don’t know about all this. Shouldn’t Starlight be the face? She’s the victim.”

“Remember what Ashley said. She’s booked with the press.” She responded, taking a sip from her water through a straw.

And just like that, the cup was empty.

“Could I get some water?” Liberty asked, lifting her cup up.

A dark skinned man went over with a pitcher of water. He hardly spoke, just said some things in another language and left.

“Did you see the one serving us? Hardly spoke English. Either he hopped the border or he’s one of those Syrian refugees. Hard to tell these days.” Valkyrie remarked loudly.

Liberty didn’t flinch. She simply turned head towards Valkyrie.

With one hand, Liberty grabbed Valkyrie by the chin and pulled him close to her face.

“Muzzle…your tongue, dear Valkyrie.” Liberty warned. “I don’t want them to suspect a THING.”

Valkyrie was shocked by the display. She was usually enabling these kinds of statements from him. But, this time was MUCH different.

His edgy bravado broke at that moment. Like a cookie that was being crumbled. And Liberty was relishing every moment.

“Yes, my mistress.” Valkyrie reluctantly said.

“Good.” Liberty responded. “Make me look weak like that again and I WILL clip your wings.”

Valkyrie gulped.

“Now, back to the top.” She announced to the crew.

The teleprompter went to the beginning of the script and everyone scattered to get into their places.

She let go of Valkyrie and patted him on the cheek, like a dog that had barked too loud.

As the scene wrapped up, Valkyrie made his way to the bathroom. He splashed water onto his face, hoping to cool his flushed cheeks.

He turned the faucet off and looked at the mirror. He placed his talons over his face.

The way Liberty grabbed her by the chin. Like a naughty child who had been caught swearing.

“Muzzle…your tongue.”

He remembered the way she said that. Smooth like silk, but degrading like filth.

Normally, Liberty would encourage his behavior with a wink or smile. Sometimes, an A-OK symbol. However, this time she chose public humiliation.

Something she KNEW would get attention on him. Negative attention.

It made Valkyrie’s spine shudder.

He could have her.

Just take her right then and there. Against that damned vanity she loved so much. He had talons and he could use them.

But, there was no pleasure in that. Being allowed to touch Liberty however…now that was thrilling! He could just imagine the scene vividly.

Valkyrie, on his knees with Liberty sitting in a chair. A black leather one. On one hand was a glass of champagne. She was wearing her usual black bodysuit, her legs crossed. One of her boots was resting on his chin.

“Oh, what a good boy you are~!” Liberty cooed. “Following Mommy’s orders without a question.”

She had to know what she was doing. She’s had her love affairs, surely she picked up a few tricks from them.

He traced his face with his talons, imagining they were Liberty’s fingers. He imagined the scene again.

Liberty was still on that black leather chair. Sipping a glass of champagne, her boot still on his chin.

“Eyes on me, darling.” She purred, her voice smooth like velvet.

Valkyrie followed her order without even thinking.

He was still on his knees, wings folded tight. Liberty took another sip, a smug smile emerging from her lips.

“You will speak when spoken to. You will act in a way I permit. You only exist for MY pleasure.” She emphasized, her voice oozing with venom.

“Yes, Mistress.” He obeyed.

She tiled his head, mockingly sweet.

“Mistress? Please. It’s ‘Mein Aufseherin’.” She corrected him, pressing on his chin harder.

“Ja, meine Aufseherin.” He barked, the German rolling off his tongue like pure reverence.

“Good boy.” She praised him.

That struck harder than any slap she could provide. That small crumb of praise was all he ever wanted.

Valkyrie opened his eyes. How many minutes did he have until he went back to set?

He locked himself inside one of the bathroom stalls.

**

The helicopter had made its way to Mexico City. The blades of the helicopter whirred violently, causing nearby scraps of paper and other garbage out of the way.
The violent tornado would subside once when the helicopter blades stopped moving,

As Wolfdog made her way out, she was instantly struck with what Tepito had to offer. Sweltering heat. the smells of food grilling, and the sounds of vendors beckoning weary travelers with their wares.

“Amor eterno por diez pesos!”

“Zapatos! Zapatos! Compra dos por veinte pesos!”

“Ai ai ai! La policia! La policia esta aqui!”

It was all overwhelming for her.

Her ears twitched at all the noises and she curled her nose up. There was the smell of urine caking under the hot sun. Graffiti littered the walls and there was nothing but tarp covering where the sky should have been.

This wasn’t New York City. Far from it.

“Oye, hermosa!” A merchant beckoned her.

Wolfdog pointed to herself.

“Si, si! Aqui lo!” He beckoned her some more.

She walked over to the stand.

It had a skeletal statue dressed in a white cloak. There were various ofrendas ranging from crumpled up peso bills to alcohol to even marijuana joints. Goods were on display, primarily supplies for witchcraft. It smelled of a mixture of palo santo, tobacco, and weed.

“Tu corazón…duele.” He remarked.

“Claro, mi corazón duele.” She responded.

“Porque?” He asked.

“Mi bebe…” Wolfdog clutched her stomach. “Mi bebe muerto.”

The seller hummed.

“Lo siento. Por tu bebe.” The seller offered his condolences.

“Gracias.” She barked. “Que eso?”

“Esta mi altar. Por la Bonita Nina. Santa Muerte.” The seller answered. “También vendo hierbas, cristales, y ofrendas.”

“Ahh, yo mira.” She responded, her tail wagging a bit.

She looked over the wares the merchant had. Crystals, herbs, and little statues of Santa Muerte.

A bundle of herbs and a Santa Muerte figure grabbed her attention. The statue was wearing a white cloak and holding a scythe.

“Cuanto?” She pointed to the items.

“No, no, no. No payment necessario." He said in a moment of Spanglish. “For healing tu corazon.”

Wolfdog bowed her head.

“Muchas gracias, Señor.” Wolfdog thanked the seller.

“De nada.” The seller said. “¡Tengo un buen día!”

“Same to you.” She broke her Spanish streak.

She left the vendor. But, before she left, she looked at the giant Santa Muerte statue. She was home on her pilgrimage, but she had never felt more alone.

**

The sun was drowning into bright shades of orange and magenta. Homelander looked over the skyline of his penthouse, a drink in his hands.

He took a quick sip, swiveling it for a moment. The drink formed a mini whirlpool of amber.

It had been a rough twenty-four hours. The Deep was outed and further shamed, his wife was in Mexico, and worst of all was that his team was falling apart.

That was when he heard a knock on his door. He went over to the main room and opened the door.

It was Liberty.

She wasn’t wearing her black suit, instead she was wearing a long length nightgown with comforting shoes to boot.

“What are you doing here?” Homelander asked.

“I’m just here for shits and giggles. I think you know why I am here.” Liberty quipped.

“That’s not funny.” Homelander snapped. “Why are you really here?”

Liberty happily waltzed herself over to the couch and reclined there.

“You don’t mind if I serve myself alcohol?” Liberty asked, not caring about the amount of boundaries she was violating.

“I was…saving that for myself.” Homelander muttered.

“What was that? I can? Oh, you’re too kind~.” She poured herself a glass of the amber liquid into her glass and took a swig.

“Why are you really here, Klara?” Homelander asked.

“I wanted to check on you. Your apprentice is in some shithole in Mexico, you’ve clearly changed…I want to know what really happened. To you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He lied, walking closer to Liberty.

“Don’t play games with me, John Gilman. Something has changed in you.” Liberty challenged him. “Here I am, in your penthouse, drinking your scotch and lounging around like it’s some kind of damn luxury Airbnb. The old Homelander would NEVER!”

“People change.” Was the only words Homelander could muster.

“Not Homelander! Homelander never changes. Confess it, John. You’ve gotten soft. Has that mutt changed you that much?” She went over to Homelander, placing a hand on his chest.

She darted his eyes towards his bare hands.

“That’s interesting. I don’t see a ring on that finger.” Liberty pointed to his hand.

Indeed, there was none.

“That means you’re available.” She got closer to Homelander’s face, whispering it in his ear.

“But I still want to…keep myself chaste.” Homelander awkwardly laughed.

“Cut the act, dear Homelander. Everyone has seen that sex tape of yours involving Queen Maeve.” Liberty called him out.

“I’m not romantically attracted to you. Besides, I…have a wife.” Homelander confessed.

“A wife?” Liberty asked. “Then, how come you’re not wearing your ring?”

“Vought secured my marriage in exchange for the secrecy of the marriage. My wife is Wolfdog.” Homelander clarified.

“That fucking spic!” She snarled. “I knew she had made you soft! But to be tamed by that beast?”

“You watch it with that tongue of yours, missy!” Homelander warned, using a hand to press her cheeks together.

Liberty released herself from his grip.

“Tell me, Dear Homelander,” Liberty purred in his ear. “Do you like getting rough with women?”

“N-No! I would never hit a woman!” Homelander lied.

“Really? Not even if she did this?!” Liberty jabbed her fingernail onto Homelander’s side, causing a small shock to penetrate his body.

He impulsively clenched his right hand into a fist and punched her in the temple.

She licked her lips in ecstasy.

Homelander stepped back. His hand was still curled up into a fist. He looked over to Liberty, who had fully recovered from the punch. She touched her temple, looking at him with fierce eyes. She flashed him a smug smile.

Homelander took some steps closer to Liberty. He cupped the temple he had just punched. Homelander placed his lips close to hers before quickly sealing their fate.

**
Night had fallen in Mexico City. She was in her AirBnB for the night. She had organized all of her belongings and grabbed her ceremonial items onto a table.

She sat down, a deck of cards in her hands

“Madrina, mi madre eternal…” Wolfdog started her prayer, shuffling a deck of cards. “I come to you, not as a devotee or Wolfdog. I come as Pom Gilman-Suarez, your stray. I come to you in a time of sorrow.”

She continued shuffling the cards until she pulled three cards and placed them on the table.

The first card was Death.

“Of course, you always show up in my life.” She chuckled to herself.

She flipped the next card.

It was the Ace of Cups. It depicted a hand holding a chalice. Water was overflowing from it and a dove was present.

“New beginnings and divine love.” Wolfdog said to herself

She flipped the third card.

The Tower.

“Inevitable change.” She tried to explain.

She knew the Tower card wasn’t necessarily a bad card, but there was still that reflex.

She looked at the spread for a moment. She was drawing blanks. Obviously, it was about the miscarriage? But, why the Tower?

The Tower represented not only change, but a shaky foundation.

Her team was falling apart and she was stranded thousands of miles away from her. The only thing giving her a semblance of peace was the Vought crew.

It had to be a warning.

Wolfdog used her paws to straighten the cards. Not for spiritual clarity, but for content. She took her phone out and angled it.

Flash off. Filter on. Candle as a light source filled with witchy stuff.

“The fans will eat that shit up.” She was reminded of those words from Ashley.

Click!

She created a quick caption:

First Tarot reading in Tepito! #wolfdogthemystical #tarotcardreading #healingpaws

She turned off her phone.

Truth be told, she didn’t want to hear from any of her fans.

She just wanted to howl at the moon. Plead with the skeletal saint for taking away her baby. Just anything to make this pain in her womb stop.

**

The morning after, Homelander woke up in cold sweat. He was naked on the leather couch. He looked over his surroundings for Liberty.

He had realized his wrongdoing too little too late.

Liberty was gone. It was as though she had never come here. Liquids untouched. Not clothes. Nothing.

Like a spectre in the night.

“Awww, shit…” He clenched his jaw.

He removed himself from the couch, his skin peeling from the leather. He stumbled over to the liquor cabinet.

There were mirrors inside the cabinet. He looked at his reflection.

All of them were casting different looks at him. Anger, pity, sorrow, regret, shame.

He could hear sighs, feel the breath of Liberty on his neck, and TASTE her on his lips.

He licked his lips. Not out of hunger or desire, but of cleansing. Cleansing the sin he had just committed off of it.

He was trembling. He hadn’t done that since he was a child. He had that reflex beaten out of him!

But, he was truly afraid. Because of what Wolfdog could do when she found out.

He grabbed a bottle of scotch. An unopened one. His hands were still trembling, causing the liquid in the glass bottle to stir.

“Stop that,” he said to himself. “You’re the Homelander, goddamnit.”

“That you are.” A warm voice cooed.

He turned around.

His reflection whistled at him for his attention, waving his hand a bit and flashing a smile.

“Look at you, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.” The reflection sneered.

“I did something horrible and-”

“Horrible? What about the lives you have taken, Johnny?” The reflection interrupted him. “The torture you’ve afflicted…why doesn’t that bother you?”

“I was born to kill.” Homelander answered. “But…cheating on my wife?”

“That’s where you draw the line?” The reflection questioned him. “Not lasering someone in the chest because they sneezed too loudly? The fact that your wife let your child DIE in her womb? You draw the line at claiming someone else?”

“It’s not like that. Wolfdog understands me.” He reassured his reflection. “She’s not like the other women. That’s why I married her.”

“And yet you still wrapped yourself in the arms of Liberty.” He emphasized. “Did you close your eyes and pretend it was her? Did you cry her name?”

Silence.

“Just as I thought. Liberty gives us something Wolfdog doesn’t. Potential.”

“No, it’s not like that-”

“Then, what was it then? Just you casually having sex with your colleague like some bitch in heat?” The reflection spat.

“Don’t say that…” He pleaded with his reflection, his nostrils flaring.

“What else do you want me to call it? We know what Liberty wants from you. She wants POWER. She wants the real YOU back. Let’s face it, everyone knows you’ve gotten soft. It’ll only be a matter of time before people start connecting the dots to your marriage.”

Homelander went quiet.

“You don’t get to play house and God at the same time. Look at where that disgusting mudperson lead you t-”

“She’s not a mudperson!” Homelander snapped. “She’s my wife!”

Hearing the small break in his voice was enough to make him smile.

He slammed the cabinet door with force, nearly cracking the mirrors and causing the bottles to shake violently.

He was huffing and puffing.

He walked over to the fridge, bottle of scotch in hand. He placed the bottle on the counter. He grabbed a glass, not caring whether or not it was clean. He yanked the fridge door open, grabbing himself a carton of milk.

He closed the fridge door, placing the glass on the counter. He twisted the lid open, sloppily welcoming the contents into his mouth.

He gasped when he finished drinking. He poured himself a glass of milk and used an appropriate amount of scotch.

He placed the glass towards himself. In one fell swoop, he swallowed the contents of the drink.