Of Sigmas and Stags

Week Three of Sigma Training - Day Four - The Day of the Bombing 😦

Siriussy sat in his boring ass class, ready to leap out of the window, when Jame kicked his foot and gestured for them to leave. It was time.

Siriussy slipped the scalpel from the infirmary that Jame had allowed him to take and gently slid it across his palm, wincing at the cut. He hated blood, but this was how they would both be able to get out of class together. 

Siriussy let out a sharp wail, leaping up from his desk and disturbing the small class. 

“What is it, Sigma Black?” Professor Bunns raised a sceptical eyebrow, which was quickly dropped when Siriussy waved his bloodied hand in the air. “Oh yes, well then…uhm, Sigma Potter, you’re in charge of the infirmary, yes?”

Jame nodded slightly, already packing up his things for a swift escape.

“Well then, take Sigma Black to the infirmary and patch up that cut, alright?” Professor Bunns nodded to himself warrily, but Siriussy and Jame were already gone, bolting down the corridors and toward the main foyer of the Sigma Training Building. 

“I can’t believe that worked,” Jame gushed, stopping just around the corner from the foyer to catch his breath. 

“I can, Bunns is a real wimp when it comes to injuries.” Siriussy clapped his hand onto his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Now, what’s the plan to get to Barden Academy of the Betas?”

“Alright, so we’re going to try and exit this building without being spotted, but if we happen to be spotted, we’re going into Alpha Square for more gauze for the infirmary, yes?” Jame looked to Siriussy for his compliance and Siriussy nodded. “Alright, after that, we hop on the next train to Betapolis—which is arriving in five minutes—where the school is located about six minutes from the station. I have a lot of experience in that area from my drug trade, so don’t worry about getting lost.

“After we get to the school, we’ll meet up with The Order’s Do-Group and hopefully prevent the bombing from killing everyone in that school.” Jame took a deep breath and looked at Siriussy. “Sound good?” 

“Yep.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

The two Sigmas crept around the corner, making good time through the foyer. Thankfully no one decided to enter the building while they were attempting to escape, making for a seamless Irish goodbye. (A/N: I excel at Irish goodbyes. I can and will dip whenever I feel like it.)

Siriussy and Jame straightened up out of their creeping positions once they were clear of the entrance and began to make their way to the Sigma train station. They had about two minutes remaining to get to their train, so they had to hurry the fuck up.

“Er, two tickets to Betapolis?” Jame asked the teller, taking a furtive glance at the departures board, signalling their train was rather close to leaving them at this station.

“Alrighty, dears, that’ll be twenty pounds.” The lady held out her hand in request of the money.

“Jesus, since when?” Jame exhaled to Siriussy, pulling out two notes. “Great Sigmas, I am broke.”

“I have money.” Siriussy pulled out his wallet and whipped out two of his own notes, placing them into the teller’s wrinkled hands before Jame could.

“Damn it, Siriussy, I was supposed to pay!” Jame sighed dejectedly, shoving his cash back into his pocket.

“It’s fine, I’m like, filthy rich.” Siriussy took the tickets from the teller and took Jame’s arm in his other hand, hurrying him along through the station.

“But, like, I’m the drug dealer!” Jame whined as they turned the corner to their platform

where the train was already waiting for them.

“And I have a massive inheritance from my gay uncle.” Siriussy shrugged. “I was his favourite, I suppose.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jame rolled his eyes and yanked his boyfriend onto the train,

ignoring the quickly closing doors. “Now, let’s focus on the mission, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” Siriussy agreed, taking a seat as the train began moving, quickly taking note of the emptiness of their car. “Weird, no one’s here.”

“Weird? Siriussy we are practically the Illuminati, you think this was a coincidence?” 

“Erm, yes?” 

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Oh, really? My mum thinks so too!” 

Jame shook his head and sat down next to Siriussy. 

When the train pulled into Betapolis station, Jame was mildly surprised to find it absolutely deserted. But honestly, S/A/B/O Illuminati. 

“Alrighty, where are we meeting the Do-Group?” Siriussy clapped his hands and rubbed them together, far too giddy to stay still. He couldn’t wait to dismantle a bomb and save children!

“About two minutes out from the school, so we have a few blocks to get through and about ten minutes to do so. We’re doing great on time.” Jame nodded to himself like my fucking maths teacher and off they went, Siriussy so excited he had to toss in a few poorly placed cartwheels for his ADHD. 

Jame watched in quiet admiration as Siriussy did yet another cartwheel, this time pop-corning his hands out to catch him then quickly off the ground again. He was training for his side-ariel. 

Jame knew that this was his boyfriend, they had confirmed it and everything, but they hadn’t ever even kissed and the only “date” they went on involved the death of one of his oldest friends, which was honestly too much to unpack for this chapter, so no, he would not be traumatised right now. It was just—it was like Jame and Siriussy were knowingly pining for one another and had even confessed it to one another, but they were middle schoolers so they didn’t know how to date. Which Jame did know how to date and he was bloody good at it with a ‘t’ at the end. 

Banjo was so happy with him as a boyfriend that he fucking died! Jame could cackle he was so fucked up in the head, but shut the fuck up, Banjo just loved him so much that his mind was literally blown. (A/N: 😀👍)

But ignoring that, Jame was convinced that he had to snog the living daylights out of the bastard cartwheeling down the deserted streets…wait. Why were the streets deserted? (A/N: Imma be so real with you rn, I have no idea where I’m going with this, but I will come up with something so mind-boggling that you’ll be like “OH MY GOD, MS. JUICE! THAT WAS INSANE!” and I’ll be like, “Did you doubt me? Haha, imagine.”) The Order might’ve been some Illuminati, but they couldn’t shut down an entire city! Especially one so populous as Betapolis. What was going on here?

“Wait up, Siriussy,” Jame called to his boyfriend who was steadily increasing the distance between them as Jame was too busy being caught up in his first-world problems. 

“I think I see them up there!” Siriussy called back to Jame, gesturing up the street to a group in tactical gear. But that had to be wrong. They were still a few blocks out from the rendezvous point…

“SIRIUSSY GET DOWN!” Jame screamed just as the Auror (Alphas Under Riddle’s Orders) Do-Group opened fire in their direction. Siriussy dropped like a ragdoll and Jame prayed it was because he chose to and not because…Great Sigmas now was not the time for this.

Jame dropped too, but not straight onto the concrete, rather ducking and running in an erratic pattern over to Siriussy, scouting out possible cover. (A/N: If you’ve seen Dune, he’s doing a fast and low sand walk thingy.) He spots an alley a few metres away and, without breaking his stride, he scoops Siriussy off of the ground and rushes him into the alley, barely dodging the bullets raining down upon them. 

“Siriussy,” Jame panted, “are you okay?”

Siriussy didn’t respond, rather groaning and rolling his jaw.

“What? What is it?” Jame asked, panic rising in his chest.

Siriussy gestured toward his leg, falling back against the alley wall behind him. Jame looked down and was immediately greeted with the sight of a profusely bleeding bullet wound on Siriussy’s thigh. 

“Oh, Great Sigmas,” Jame breathed, glancing back up at his boyfriend’s pale face. He was bleeding pretty badly, but if he could slow the flow of blood, he would definitely live. The problem was, if this mission took too long and the tourniquet was tied too tight, Siriussy could lose his leg and that would be quite hard to explain to Sigma Dumbledore.

“Okay, uhm…” Jame began fumbling in his backpack for supplies. He had some gauze, some tape, and a knife. Okay. This was good. “Look, I’m going to wrap your leg to cut off the majority of the blood flow, but I’m going to do it well so you don’t lose your leg. Okay?”

Siriussy raised an eyebrow at the shake in Jame’s voice, but whatever. It’s fine. They’re fine. Siriussy will live, it’s literally just a bullet to the thigh. Probably the best place to be shot. 

Jame sat Siriussy down on the ground with his knees bent, exposing the underside of his thigh slightly. There was an exit wound. Jame breathed a brief thank you to the gods and began wrapping about five centimetres above the wound, cutting off the excess and tying it hopefully at the right pressure. He secured it with some medical tape, just hoping Siriussy wouldn’t somehow lose this makeshift tourniquet. 

“Okay, uhm, do you think you can walk? We really have to get to the school,” Jame whispered to him apologetically. Siriussy didn’t speak, rather, nodding his head slightly and making to stand up. Jame straightened up and offered his boyfriend a hand, helping him to his feet. 

“Okay, where from here?” Siriussy asked, inhaling sharply the moment he put weight on his injured leg.

“We’re going to have to take the back street, seeing as though they’ve taken the main street, but lucky for us, I always use these streets to avoid the coppers.” Jame smiled slightly, taking Siriussy’s hand in his own and leading him down the alley, away from the main road. 

“Can—” Siriussy grit his teeth, limping as they made their way down the alley. This was going to take forever. Hopefully the Do-Group would start the evacuation without them. “Can you keep talking? It—it distracts me from the pain.”

“Okay, uhm…so we’re going to walk down the back alley to our allies and hopefully they’re still alive and have taken control of the situation so no one dies—”
Siriussy whimpered. “Not like that you idiot, just—just tell me things that are trivial an’ shit.”

“Shit, sorry…uh…” Jame wracked his brain. Trivial, right. He could do this. “Did you hear that, erm, Frank used to date this, eh, Beta chick? They had to break up when Frank got sorted into the Sigma faction, though…apparently Alice—the Beta chick—was like super pissed off. She even tried to make his family pay off Sigma Dumbledore to get him to stay.”

“Great Sigmas,” Siriussy breathed.

“I know, right? It totally sucks for him. I hear she’s bloody fit. I can’t imagine fumbling th—”

“Fuck.” Siriussy winced, leaning on Jame with more of his weight. “I don’—Jame I think you’re gonna ‘ave to leave me.” 

He was slurring his words, which honestly was not a good sign for his amount of blood loss. 

“I—I can’t—It’s probably not in your best interest to be left in a dirty alley with an open wound, Siriussy.” Jame shifted Siriussy’s arm slung around his shoulders slightly, taking on even more of Siriussy’s weight. They hadn’t made it very far, but Jame knew they were oh so close to where his friends were. 

“I—fuck—just leave me, Jame. The Order needs you right now and I’ll be fine.” 

“I’m not leaving you, Siriussy, we’re so close and then our field medic can fix you better, yeah?” Jame bit his lip when Siriussy let in a sharp breath with his next step.

“Jame, you are the field medic,” Siriussy sighed.

“Oh, erm, yeah.” Jame had honestly forgotten about that part, but whatever, the Do-Group was likely better stocked than he was. 

“Just—ah, fuck it,” Jame sighed, bending over to scoop Siriussy into his arms, bridal style. Siriussy let out a small noise of surprise, then a few protests, but Jame ignored him, deciding to just sprint toward his allies. His friends.

He wasn’t completely aware of everyone on the Do-Group, but Evan, Pandora, and Dorcas were definitely there. He couldn’t just leave them to die. He had to warn—

“JAME! STOP!” came a wild cry from a familiar voice. Jame skidded to a stop, the sound of gunshots filling his ears. Jame quickly found the source of the shout. Lily Evans. He didn’t have time to linger on the fact that she had just saved his life because all of a sudden she was on the ground. 

Jame set Siriussy down, out of the line of fire, and set off running into the fray, which was honestly a terrible idea, but what else was he supposed to do? His friends were in danger.

Jame reached Lily quickly, the gunshots having turned toward the other Order members, providing Jame with enough time to check her pulse, see she was still alive, and drag her over to Siriussy with instructions to apply pressure to her gunshot wound until he could properly check it out. It was only on her thigh, quite like Siriussy, but Jame guessed she was knocked out from the impact of her fall. 

It didn’t seem like these Aurors were trying to kill them, rather incapacitate them for just long enough. It needed to seem possible, the bombing. Fuck, Jame thought. He had forgotten about that part for a moment. Maybe he should leave his allies and save the children…?

Jame was running into the street, his own gun drawn (A/N: Honestly don’t question where he’s getting shit from, just pretend.), when a voice called out to him from an alley over from where Siriussy and Lily were waiting. 

“Dorcas?” Jame whipped around, backing up a little. 

“Yeah, uhm, so Pandora and I are going to evacuate the school while these five—” she gestured toward the group fighting the Aurors, “hold them off. You in?”

Jame risked one more glance at the group fighting. Evan, Emmeline, Molly, Gideon, and Fabian… “Alright.” 

Jame ran over to the girls, joining them as they swiftly navigated through Betapolis’ back alleys. 

“Do you know why the streets are so empty?” Jame asked Dorcas as they ran past what appeared to be an empty pizzeria. It was downright creepy, all of this city. All of it empty and devoid of life. 

“I’m guessing it has something to do with the fact that the Aurors knew we were going to be here,” Pandora said.

“How did they figure it out?” Jame looked at the two women walking next to him. They both paused to share a look.

“We, uhm…” Dorcas hesitated. “There’s a traitor…and, erm…well it’s not looking all that good for you, Jame.” 

“What?” Jame asked, incredulously. 

“I know, I know. I don’t think you’re the traitor, but a lot of our members don’t really trust my opinion right now, either,” Dorcas sighed. “We’re going to have to find out who it is if you want to keep your head.”

“So what—?”

“We’re not saving the children right now, Jame,” Pandora confessed, scratching the back of her head. “We have Gid and Fab leaving the fight for evacuation duty with Kingsley and Rabastan, who are already posted. We just needed a way to get you out.”

“Oh, you two cannot be serious,” Jame groaned. “It’s bad enough if they think we’re betraying The Order already! We don’t need to be defecting from missions! And plus, Siriussy and Lily are injured back there!”

“Look, I know you don’t want to, but we have to.” Dorcas grabbed Jame’s wrist and tugged him slightly. 

“Wait, what are we doing?”

“Interrogating your brother-in-law,” Pandora whispered, guiltily.

“Oh, you cunts.”