Of Sigmas and Stags

When the itchy bag was torn off Siriussy’s face, he sneezed. Real hard. All over the woman who’d just taken the bag off his face.

“Gross,” the woman grunted. “Oi, Evan, d’you think this one has Comega-19?” 

“Nah, he’s just a pussy who’s allergic to catnip. Wait…” Evan trailed off, realising his joke did not make any sense. 

“Catnip?” a voice wheezed from beside Siriussy. Siriussy turned, his eyes finding a battered Jame tied to a chair like he was. “That’s for cats, not Sigmas, stupid.”

“How much did you give to him?” the unfamiliar woman smacked Evan on the arm. 

“Eh, three, four.” Evan shrugged. 

“Three, four, what?” the woman rolled her eyes, shaking her head at her companion.

“I dunno, bags?” 

“Great fucking Sigmas! Evan!” the woman rushed over to a table, beginning to mix up some sort of cloudy liquid. 

“Calm the fuck down, Pandora! Catnip isn’t fatal anyway!” 

“I’m pretty sure it can be!” the woman—Pandora— cried, taking the drink over to where Jame sat, head lolling on the back of the chair. “Open up, Jamie.”
“Pandie, Babes, I don’t want any more mysterious substances,” Jame mumbled, leaning forward to peck Pandora on the cheek. Siriussy felt a pang of jealousy jab at his heart. It was actually probably the sharp chair back pressing into him. What’s jealousy?
“Flattery won’t work on me, Jame.” Pandora pursed her lips, taking a step back from her position practically straddling Jame. Siriussy wished he could straddle Jame.

“This is for your own good, Potter,” Evan called from his place at the table on the other side of the dark room. Siriussy took this as an opportunity to take in his surroundings. 

He was in a completely closed-off room. There were no windows and the walls were cement, so the wooden door Evan was standing next to appeared to be the only exit. That would be a problem. 

Siriussy also had zero clue where in Omega Village they were, if they were even still in Omega Village, so there was no way they could get away, even if Jame and him managed to get out of this room.

“I’m just going to pour the milk down your throat and that’s going to bring down your high. (A/N: Tips and tricks learned from Connor Murphy.) Is that alright, Jamie?” Pandora spoke softly to Jame, kneeling before his lolled-over head. Siriussy wondered what sort of history Jame had with this skank. She was pretty, Siriussy would give her that, but her blue eyes pierced through her white hair and white skin like some electric shock. The scars on her hands were pink, another stark contrast from her snow-like complexion. He supposed he didn’t look much better, though. Maybe skank was a harsh word.

“Yeah, I guess,” Jame slurred, tilting his head up and allowing Pandora to pour the suspicious-looking milk into his mouth. Siriussy still swore he’d seen Pandora mix something up in that glass and it really only looked like cloudy water.
When Jame passed out Siriussy knew for sure it wasn’t milk. “What the fuck did you put in there?”

“Possibly some laxatives.” Pandora frowned mockingly at the passed out Jame. “Oh, why did he do that? Evan?”

Evan turned around from where he had begun rolling himself a joint and let out an exasperated sigh. “Pandora Rosepetal, what in Sigma Merlin’s name did you give to our poor hostage?”
“It was just laxatives! I swear on Mum!” Pandora smacked Jame on the cheek lightly, panic seeping into her voice. “Pa used to take it all the time!”
“Pa used to drink fucking cocaine!” Evan shouted incredulously. 

“Oohhh, that’s what that was!” Pandora nodded dreamily. 

“So are we just going to ignore the fact that Jame’s dying?” Siriussy raised his voice, interrupting the quarrelling siblings. 

“Well, shit. What’re we supposed to do about that?” Evan walked past his sister to smack Jame’s cheek just as Pandora had. Jame did not stir.

“Is he like, ODing?” Pandora knelt before Jame, looking at his face. “He’s not foaming at the mouth or anything.”

“That’s rabies you whore!” Evan cried, whipping out a flip phone. “I’m gonna call Barty, he’ll know what to do.”

“You can’t call your boyfriend every time you kill someone without meaning to.” Pandora rolled her shockingly blue eyes, checking Jame’s pulse with her middle and pointer fingers. “He’s alive, at least.”
Siriussy suppressed a relieved sigh. They were both still kidnapped by quite unprepared criminals and Jame could still die at any minute. Four bags of catnip and a cup of cocaine? He might as well have taken all of Siriussy’s yeast infection pills! 

“Well fuck you too, we killed Potter,” Evan sighed into his phone.

“He’s still alive!” Pandora corrected. Evan flipped her off.

“He’s still alive, yes, but he's in a coma or some shit… Well, she force-fed him cocaine… No, not on purpose! She… Well yes, we both know Pandie’s mentally challenged… Can you just— Barty? Just come home you fucker.” Evan hung up the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, walking over to the metal table by the door.

“He said to try the Narcan nasal spray and if he doesn’t wake up after that, to shoot him,” Evan explained, opening and closing drawers quite loudly.

Siriussy guffawed. How could Evan Rosepetal say something so horrendous so casually? At least they were kind enough to try before they just shot him and called it a day, though.

“So, like two or three spritzes of this in each nostril, then he should perk up within half an hour.”  (A/N: Just a disclaimer: You cannot drink cocaine and also you can’t really get high off of catnip, let alone overdose, but for the sake of my silly story, this is all possible. Oh and Narcan does exist, but honestly I don’t feel like researching it further than I have because Google is going to think I’m a drug addict, so this is probablyremotely correct information.)

“Can I shoot him?” Pandora twirled toward the metal table by the door, rummaging through the drawers and pulling out a glock.

“Hold your horses, Pandie.” Evan crouched down and stuck the nasal spray into Jame’s nose. He squirted it a few times into either nostril and stood up, brushing off his cargo pants. 

“Is he going to be okay?” Siriussy couldn’t stop himself from asking. Even if they would be killed eventually, he would like Jame to be alive for that. Maybe Jame could negotiate with these people? He seemed to know them well enough. But that would definitely require him to be alive.

“Hopefully,” Evan sighed. “We weren’t even actually planning on hurting either of you. Effie would never forgive me.”

Effie, Siriussy thought about that name for a minute. Jame’s mom. But why would Evan Rosepetal care about her? Unless…

“Were you and Jame close?” Siriussy was probably getting too curious, but answering a few questions was the least Evan could do in return for his sister accidentally killing Jame.

“Like brothers.” Evan shook his head to himself. “You know I didn’t even go to my sorting? Most Omegas just resign themselves to staying here all their lives, but not Jame. Jame wanted to make a difference. I guess he had the ability to right in front of him, huh? Fuck, I really messed all this up for him.”

“Messed up what exactly?” How had Jame known he’d become a Sigma? Had he rigged the system so he could do something? Was it something Siriussy was prepared to be a part of?
Evan looked at Siriussy. Really looked at him. “You’re on a drug trade with Jame and he didn’t tell you his plan?”

“The plan where he destroys the hierarchy and creates equality for the Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, completely annihilating Sigma Sympathisers?” Pandora piped from the table, loading and unloading her gun.

“Pandora!” Evan hissed. 

“What? Not that plan?” Pandora arched a brow at her brother after glancing up from her

weapon of mass murder.

“Well yes that plan, but apparently this dude didn’t know it so—”

“Well now he does,” A voice croaked from beside Siriussy. His head snapped to look at Jame slowly sit up, taking a few deep breaths. “Thanks for that, Rosepetal.”

“Oh thank fuck,” Evan and Siriussy both sighed at the same time. Siriussy and Evan both glared at each other. 

“What even happened?” Jame yawned, stretching into a better sitting position, shifting against the ropes tying him to his chair. “And can you untie me?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” Evan quickly closed the space between them and knelt down to untie his hands. “Pandie over here,” Evan nodded to Pandora who was pouting in the corner. “She gave you cocaine water in place of milk.”
“You should’ve stayed asleep.” Pandora slammed her gun back into the drawer where it belonged.

“Thanks?” Jame raised an eyebrow at Siriussy, seemingly saying, look at who I had to deal with before Sigma Training.

“I just—” Pandora let out a deep sigh. “Like, I like you and all, but it’s been so long since I’ve shot anyone and…” she trailed off, flipping her hair over her shoulder and turning with it to face the corner. 

“It’s okay, Pandie, you can shoot at the birds later,” Evan promised, standing up. Jame rubbed his freed wrists and stood up as well.

“Now, I’m going to release Black and we’re going to give you a quarter of our stash.” All of a sudden Jame was behind Siriussy, crouching down and untying his hands. Siriussy could barely focus with Jame’s hands continuously brushing his own, but one thing really stuck out in his mind.

“Why give them our stash?” Siriussy whispered over his shoulder to Jame. Jame waved  him off, I’ll explain in a moment, and dropped the rope from his arms. Siriussy brought his arms to his chest, rubbing his wrists just as Jame had. The rope had left imprints on his wrists and cut off his circulation more or less. 

“I think a fifth will suffice, y’know so you don’t mention this to Effie?” Evan suggested nervously. He scratched his neck as Jame thought about it. Evan Rosepetal was clearly intimidated by Jame which made Siriussy all the more confused as to why exactly Jame was offering a quarter of his Vegetables to him.

“Yeah, I ‘spose that’ll do.” Jame walked to the farthest corner from the metal table and pulled his duffle bag out of thin air. Siriussy didn’t even bother questioning it because his day had already been weird enough, nothing could really surprise him anymore.

“Alright just the—” Evan began before he was rudely interrupted by Barty Crotch tumbling through the door and flopping onto the floor like some bleeding whale. Wait. 

“Holy shit, what?!” Evan cried, clearly unable to articulate his question because ‘what’ what?

“Ah, I just, eugh—” Barty winced as he sat up. Siriussy—an empath—sensed that he was injured. Well, clearly he was, Siriussy could see the blood pooling around his midriff, but being an empath, he could truly feel the hurt. 

“You what, Crotch?” Jame dropped his duffle bag and calmly approached the bleeding man.

“Well, I—” He sharply inhaled as Jame applied pressure to his wound. “God, Potter, can you not?”
“Well unless you’d like to die, I kind of have to.” Jame continued pressing down on his stomach, maybe a little harder than was strictly necessary.

“Anyway, I ran into Mulciber and his gang on my way back—Fuck, Potter—” Barty gasped. Jame rolled his eyes and beckoned Barty to continue with his story. “So, uh, he—Great fucking Sigmas—yeah, he shot me,” Barty finished finally, giving most of his words to Evan, who was sitting in the chair Jame had been tied to, anxiously biting his nails. Siriussy—an empath—sensed that there was something going on between Barty and Evan, nevermind the fact that Pandora had explicitly said it, Siriussy had a brilliant gaydar.

“Barty!” Evan hissed, standing up. “I thought we agreed you’d stay out of their territory!”

“I know, but Cas was—” Barty began, quickly being shut up by the door being knocked in once more by a girl this time, one that Siriussy had never seen before. She had dark skin and was wearing her dark hair in braids. She was magnificent. 

“Right here?” The girl adjusted her black biker shorts and swiped invisible dirt from her bare shoulders. 

“Cassie!” Pandora squealed, bounding over to her friend, whom she then embraced in a kiss. Yeah, Siriussy never said his gaydar was perfect.

“Hey Pandora? Dorcas? D’you mind not stepping on the shooting victim?” Jame snapped up at the kissing girls. They broke apart and moved away from where Barty was sprawled on the ground. The two girls began catching up in a corner as Jame kept fussing over Barty’s wound. Siriussy wished he was Barty. Maybe instead of poison he should’ve gotten himself shot. It wasn’t too late.

“God, Evan do you have any gauze or suture material?” Jame glanced up at Evan, eyes pleading. Siriussy assumed Jame had been like a brother to both of them, but he wondered how long that would last. Barty was pale and sweaty, clearly losing a lot of blood. He had been shot in the abdomen. That could be fatal, couldn’t it?

Evan opened his mouth to answer Jame, but nothing came out. Instead, he just shook his head. This was probably going to be it for Barty.

“Shit, then,” Barty laughed weakly. It quickly turned to coughing. Siriussy thought he could see some blood. 

“Fuck, Jame,” Evan whispered, barely any sound coming out. “Isn’t there anything you can do?”

“If I could get him to the Beta infirmary, yes, but Evan—” 

“Alright then, let’s go. I’ll carry Barty.”

“Evan.”

“Why aren’t you moving? Let’s go!”

“Evan.”

Evan stopped packing random bits and bobs into Jame’s duffle bag to look at Jame. His brown eyes were glistening with tears. His voice came out broken and quiet. “What?”

“I don’t think he’ll make it that far.” Jame looked down at Barty, unable to maintain eye contact with Evan who was now racked with sobs. 

“But Barty always makes it,” Evan tried to reason, but there was no use. No one can reason with death. It is inevitable. 

“Just not this time, Evs,” Barty croaked, smiling at his lover through the pain. Evan cried out in distress, crouching down to hold Barty’s face in his hands one last time. 

“You can’t do this to me,” Evan gasped through his tears. He pulled his lover into one last kiss, tears streaming down his face. Siriussy spared a glance at Jame, who was looking back at him. They must’ve both felt they were intruding on an intimate moment, only Jame had known Barty his entire life and Siriussy had only arrived at the end of his story. He wondered if Barty had been a good person. Wondered what sort of things he enjoyed doing. He would never find out first-hand, maybe from Evan, yes, but never directly from Barty.

Never from Barty.

When Siriussy heard a cry of true agony, he knew for sure that Barty had gone. He also knew that Evan would never be the same.

Jame rubbed his friend’s shoulder, whispering something Siriussy couldn’t quite make out into his ear. Siriussy couldn’t make out much of anything, really. He had just witnessed his kidnapper’s death and more importantly, Jame was soothing the man he had wanted to stay out of the way of so desperately. Siriussy wondered what he was hiding.

He made a mental note to ask Jame once they’d made it back to the Sigma Dorms, but in the meantime, grief.