RISE

by beckysue_bonner, lana_luv, lila_luscious1, Patty_Parker60

Summary:

Favorite fandoms, beloved characters, alternate universe, canon, crossovers. Some non-canon couples. Break ups
re-unions, and estrangements involving Repata, Jeller, MackElena, Surrera, Vicley, The Blindspot 'Throuple', and more

Notes:

• For Bacner, BellaKatrina, blindsmarcy, lila_luscious1, cedes_92150, dirtydiana139, Patty_Parker60, dwalk1_2002, beckysue_bonner, AmayaBlack, JP_goals, mlaserva, joli_camarillo, jj_cardenas.

Chapter 1: Blindspot TV/The Blacklist/Walker (CW)

Summary:

BLINDSPOT TV/THE BLACKLIST TV/WALKER TV (crossover)

"Mr. Serrano...I've not involved myself in Northside Nation's activities in South Texas, have I?"

Serrano replied evenly, "You have not."

"None of MY organization has encroached? The agreed-upon percentages are current--no deviations?"

"It is as you say, Mr. Reddington. No delinquencies."

"Yes. Yes. Denbe...remind me again, please, what our friends told you?"

"That NSN picked up a contract on them."

"Mmmm: Tomás. Please, say it isn't so," Red bemoaned. "The former members of the CIRG in NY are dear friends of
ours...Denbe."-

"Yes, Mr. Reddington; if true it is very disappointing. VERY."

Serrano held eye contact with Reddingyon while saying, "The contract holder did not mention any association with you. Had I known...
of course, I would never have considered accepting. No one associated with my organization has not and WILL NOT act on the contract."

Red said, "I appreciate that, my friend. One thing more: MADELINE BURKE contacted you, yes--for the contract?"

"Correcto."

Red and Dmbe exchanged glances. "As I suspected." The criminal mastermind thanked his host--both for the hospitality and the information.

Serrano motioned to his primary, bodyguard, Guillermo 'Memo' Castenada: "Memo--find Garrison."

"Si, Patron...what is the message?"

A flicker of his boss's eyes was Casteneda's answer. "OK; esta hecho ."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Tasha came in the front door of the home she, Edgar Reade, and toddler Natalia share outside Concord, NH, bursting with the news she
recently received from Red. Patterson and Rich (Boston was away in Europe and slated to return later the next day) sit side by side,
watching Nat and their daughter Willa dash around the living room, Reade came down the stairs a minute or so later, immediately curious
why there's a look of joy mixed with relief on her lovely visage. "Hey, Ma...just spill."

"Kiss first." After the smooch, Tasha added, "And what should I 'spill', my Lord and Master?"

Rich interjected, "You know something, Zapata!" " She DOES, Babe--WILLA, be CAREFUL, PLEASE--she does know somethin'. Make
her tell, Reade!"

"Dembe Zumba contacted me, guys...Madeline contracted a hit on us through Northside Nation...remember Tessa Graves? We worked that
murder for hire case NSN had goin' : assassinate judges, DAs, law enforcement that got in their way? Seems that Reddington paid Tomas Serrano
a visit and that's how I found out about it."

Reade glanced at Nat and asked, "Sooo...they're still on us?"

"Negative--he warned Madeline off and..."

"What is it, Tash?" Patterson wanted to know.

"The supposed gunsel--Garrison Murphy--was found dead near Falfurria, Texas...that's in the Texas valley. He's one of Serrano's trusted
triggerman. My guess is Zembe cooled him as a peace offering to Reddington," she concluded.

Jane and Kurt Weller, who entered sometime during Zapata's monologue, "Murphy's gone, and Reddington warned off Serrano...NSN was
Dame Madeline's illicit arms slash 'hit squad'; NSN is hooked in with The Zetas, meaning and most of the cartels meaning none of 'em will
will go against Madeline much less Reddington. I can't believe I'm saying this about a goddamn global criminal boss but REDDINGTON--
we owe you BIG, you shit" he whispered the last part, so as not to disturb his 'nieces', who'd surely admonish him for his 'yanguage') He raised
his beer bottle in a toast, and the other joined in, except Tasha and Patterson, who were nursing.

"Ah, Memo," The NSN honcho drawled slowly, "What news, Paisa ?"

"It is done," the hired gun told the Boss of 'The Nation'."

"Bueno. And?"

"The last time I saw him was in Falfurrias. He was resting when I left."

"Encontraste la arma que ultilizo en San Antonio?"

Correcto, Patron. La deje en la 'trocka' - en Piedras (Negras)", the scruffy-bearded second in command replies.

"SO...our next steps: complete the scheduled arms shipments to the Albanians, then HOLD THEM...the same for the
cannabis to Alemania. Also, notify Los Columbianos that we are pausing the distribution of their coca for the near
future."

"Got it. The Austin situation?"

Serrano said, "Leave it for now. The federal interest is very concerning."

Memo nodded and started to walk away, then turned to add, "OH, Chief...those bikers from California are sniffing around.
They have ties to Aryan Nation here and in Germany."

"Put Santos and Kiko on it. And send Marta in."

 

TRANSLATIONS
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OK; esta hecho-OK, consider it one.

Encontraste la arma que ultilizo en San Antonio? : Did you find the weapon he used in San Antonio?

Correcto, Patron. La deje en la trocka - en Piedra (Negras) : Correct, Boss. I left it in Piedra - in a truck.

CONTINUED

Chapter 2: Station 19-Surrera What's Meant To Be Will Be

Summary:

'TRUE LOVE IS WORTH FIGHTING FOR'

Parents of 3-year-old Yenifer Elena Sullivan-Herrera are contemplating divorce

"Yeni, ¿y porque tan triste, Vida mia, hm ? Why are you sad, Nena?"

"Mami," Yenifer said sadly.

"And what did Mami do Amor...tell Abuelita."

"She wants a 'vorce...she said to Papi. 'Lita, what's a 'vorce?"

"Don't worry, Baby; I will fix it."

"OK," Yeni said simply, in a more light-hearted tone.

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A surprised Andy Sullivan answered the front doorbell - surprised to see her mother. "Mami...where's Yenifer?"

"With Pruitt," Elena said, pushing her way past her daughter. "SORRY; come in, Ma. Cafecito?"

Elena turned to her. "I spoke with Roberto esta mañana- me dijo que no va a ver NINGUN divorcio, Andrea. And my granddaughter;
why and how does she know about your plans to divorce her Papa, Hmm?"

"I, um...I...maybe she heard us talking..JESUS." She clutched her head in despair.

"As I told you, he won't sign over some stupidities; no firma ningun papel solamente porque no recomendo por Capitán you are an adult, Andrea
and the carefree days of the single life are passed, hmm? You have others to consider now besides yourself: GROW UP, M'ija. Face your fears and fix your family."

Sudden excitement sparked within Andy. " He really won't sign?" When her mother verified her earlier declaration and added that Andy should reach out
ASAP a suddenly contrite and worried Andy asked- in a plaintive tone- "Mami...if I do that...what...what would I even...even SAY to him? The last time
we spoke I s-said some things that..."

"I can promise you that whatever it was was no worse than what tu papa and I have said to each other over the years. The choice is yours, Mi'ja. You
KNOW what to do." Then, more kindly, she says, "Roberto loves you, Andy, and you say HOURLY how much you need and adore HIM. You are both
prideful and stubborn: this time you must suppress your need to be right and make it clear that you are remorseful and want to make amends - tonihjt."

"Y Yeni?"

Elena snorts derisively while gathering her shoulder bag. "She will be fine: we sit her outside, and toss some bread, a bottle of water within reach -
bring her inside in the morning."

Ignoring the sarcasm, Andrea thanks her Mom, kisses her goodbye, and heads to her bedroom to change her clothes...

=======

"Hey."

"Hey...what can I do for you?"

"Um- Tu suegra me conto que tu ya no quieres el divorcio ...is it true what your MIL told me: that you don't want the divorce? Because"...

"What?!"

"Because now I'm not so sure that it's the right thing; but maybe...the universe is telling us something; to--to cut our losses and move on"...

"The same universe that keeps bringing us back together: THAT UNIVERSE, Andy?" Robert asks acidly.

"Robert," Andy gasps softly. "I don't...I just don't know..."

Sullivan says, "Except that you DO KNOW, Andrea. Either you are in love with me or you aren't...either you want to fight for our life together or you
don't."

Andy says, "I DO. I do want that. I swear!"

"As I recall, you swore 'til death do us part', and 'in sickness and in health'...how can I believe ANYTHING you say?" Robert worries.

"You have no reason to, and I can't blame you if you don't; I can only say that I'm prepared to do whatever you ask: therapy, counseling,
and more children, as you want. I'm even prepared to leave the front lines for a 9-5; you name it and I'll do it-whatever you say. Because
I love you and Yeni, and I want our life back. You also said that you wanted to live a long life and love me every minute of it. PLEASE...can
I come in?"

"It's still your home," he says and steps aside.

@Looking through my old drawer/Came across the letter you wrote/Said you needed time away
That was so long ago

All my life, I've waited/To see your smile again/In my mind, I've hated
Not able to let go

Come back to me/I'm begging you please/Come back to me
I want you to
Come back to me/I'm begging you please/Come back to me...

Lord knows that I have tried/To live my life as one/Friends tell me to hold on
Tough times don't last for long...

*******************

Andy re-counted the advice given to her by SFD therapist Diane Lewis: "Childhood experiences shape the emotional blueprint we carry into adult-
hood. When those experiences involve psychological trauma, they can leave lasting imprints on how we view ourselves, others, and our relation-
ships. That early trauma not only impacts the person directly but also shapes the lives of those around them—partners, family members, colleagues,
and friends: you lost your parents as a pre-teen; my belief that Mami was dead for twenty years and the reality that both of them lied about it the entire
time. It's what closed us off - each of us closed off and armored, Diane believes."

Sullivan responds, "That 'tracks'...my parents' death, two tours overseas, Claire; that armour you're talking about took decades to build up: it very
nearly cost me a relationship with my dearest friend and brother. I blamed him for Claire, even though intellectually I knew that a
careless driver and bad weather conditions are the reasons. "

CONTINUED

Notes:

@COME BACK TO ME/JANET JACKSON

Chapter 3: AoS-MACKELENA

Chapter by lana_luv, lila_luscious1, Patty_Parker60

Summary:

Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D.

No particular scene or episode; based on the breakup and reuniting of MackElena. We have rewritten
portions of this fic (brevity, and complaints about the quality of the work: as authors, we realize that
anything we publish is subject to praise, criticism, and nitpicking, and unsolicited advice (we don't
mind this last bit, so long as the party offering the advice has published/provided examples of how
we SHOULD go about it). And lastly: each of are ADULT WOMEN who neither need nor want advice
or direction from random (anonymous) persons on what we should or dhould not do with our time.

/PREVIOUSLY/

 

An hour of searching the common areas (gymnasium, lounge, and cafeteria) followed by the crew’s quarters at last
“JEEZ, where’d you disappear to, Babe?! I’ve been lookin’ all over!”

“Oh…Hello, Keller…It’s good that you found me…we - we should talk.”

Puzzled, the tall, buff agent replies, “Whatever you want, but can we get a bite while we talk? I could eat a bear.”

“I, um…” YoYo sighs deeply, and meeting his eyes, states sadly, “Mack and I. We are back together.”

Stunned, Keller says, “Huh. This is, ah. This is sudden. Like a fucking shrike outta the blue, if I’m honest. WHEN,
exactly, did this Great and Wonderful reconciliation go down?" He reflects for a few seconds before a realization hits: "Riiiiight...
COLUMBIA ." (The Director, who in theory remains 'in the rear with the gear', orchestrating missions rather than actual
participation in them...except for - coincidentally -this last two-day mission).

"I'm sorry," Elena whispered. "I love him. Mack has risked his life for me: he fought and killed a KREE. And an NCE (Non-
Corporeal Entity) - knowing and expecting to be killed, and he didn't hesitate: not for one second. I have done the same for him
and will do again. I am nothing without Mack."

Glancing away, Keller says, "But not for me."

Regret fills the Colombian beauty's dark eyes, and with a deep sigh, she confirms his assessment. "No."

"Just tell me this...was it a game?"

YoYo blanches. "NO! Never! Not...really. I...needed Mack to be jealous."

"Glad it worked," her companion mutters. Elena lowers her eyes and says nothing. When he turns and walks away, YoYo finds
her voice: "DAMON! I'm sorry!"

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/PRESENT-MACKELENA'S QUARTERS/

After dinner and over goblets of wine, Elena reports on her interaction with Keller. "I have told him that I cannot see him
any longer, that we're back together."

"How'd he take it?"

She wags a hand. "So so. The thing is, do not do that again - EVER, Mack. If you send me away again'-

"I won't. I learned my lesson, Loca."

"More probably seeing me with another guy pissed you off?," Elena teases.

"Well...you know," the S.H.I.E.L.D. director hedges. "I know how badly I fucked up, and I'd be a fool to risk losing you
for good."

"Oh, yes? Show me how much, then"...

For the next 90 minutes or so, they do what they can to put that deep desire into ACTIONS...he stabs into her again and again-
both shallow and DEEP, etching himself into her interior- his hips have a mind of their own, as do HERS...her body matches that
rhythm quickly and seamlessly. Together, their bodies engaged one another; kissing, licking, probing, browsing without him even
realizing it, lost in sensation. When they finally fall apart, gasping and panting, their lust sated and their love rekindled. "I'm...I bet
you $1 that I am pregnant," YoYo whispers, her eyes closed and a sated expression on her face.

Notes:

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