Pedro Pascal one shots +characters part three

Agent Whiskey-I'll Be Here

Agent Whiskey was charged with keeping you safe after you witnessed a brutal murder.

You end up falling for him. And him with you.

Some swearing and innuendo and major angst and some violence.

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You're huddled down on the floor, next to the motel room bed, shaking like a damn leaf and wishing you were anywhere but here.

The man who's been assigned to look after you is firing his own weapons. You have your hands over your ears, trying to block out the awful, loud noises.

Suddenly, everything goes silent. You uncover your ears and look over at the guy. He's panting slightly and he crawls over to you.

"They're gone. Or else, you know. We need to get the hell out of here. Now."

You allow him to take your hand and you quickly leave the motel and head out of town to who knows where.

.............

You must have fallen asleep. You're disoriented when you wake up. You yawn as you roll your neck, trying to get the kinks out.

"Y/N, are you okay?" You glance over. Agent Jack Whiskey is smiling at you. You try to smile back.

"No. I'm not okay!" You snap. You can feel tears starting to form in your eyes and you quickly blink, not wanting to have a meltdown in front of Agent Whiskey.

He reaches out for you, gently grasping one of your hands. You suddenly cling to his hand. You need someone to hold on to right now.

As much as you don't want to cry, you still end up crying. Agent Whiskey pulls you into his arms and you sob against him. He gently strokes your hair.

You move away and angrily wipe at your face, turning away from him. You sit down on a bed and wonder how you ever got to this point in your life.

"I'm going to look after you." Agent Whiskey's voice is low and soothing. You lean against him after he settles down beside you.

"Oh, Jack, " you whisper. "I'm scared. I'm really scared." Agent Whiskey wraps his arms around you and you turn your face, pressing it into his shirt.

"I know you are, sweetheart. But I'm gonna do everything in my power to protect you."

You nod, weariness overtaking you. You move away from Agent Whiskey and lie down on the bed, stretching out. You touch Agent Whiskey's arm.

"Will you just lie here with me? Please?"

"Yeah, darlin.' I surely will."

..............

You wake up screaming. Jack is right there to put his arms around you and console you. He gently rocks you in his arms until you calm down.

"What's the matter?" Jack is gently rubbing your back and you lean against him. He smells like whiskey and mint and a hint of spice. You close your eyes and breathe it in.

"I just had a bad dream. Someone was hurting...you." You feel Jack's lips on your forehead and it calms you down.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, darlin,'" Jack murmurs softly.

"I hope not, Jack. I need you."

"I'll be here."

.............

You're standing next to Agent Whiskey. He says he's going to teach you how to properly handle and fire a gun.

The thought makes you slightly nervous, but you honestly think that this isn't a terrible idea. If you can be of any assistance to Jack when those assholes come after you again, you'd prefer that.

You follow Jack's instructions and actually do a pretty damn good job of it.

Jack looks pleased and even a little proud of you. He leans down, giving you a gentle kiss and you just gaze at him. He has such beautiful brown eyes and you love looking into them.

Yet...you can see some sadness there as well. You wonder what made Jack that way and you suddenly feel protective of him.

"Those assholes won't expect you to know how to fight back," Jack is saying. You slip your hand into his and he winks at you. You give him a wink.

..................

Whoever these assholes are, they're relentless in coming after you and trying to take down Agent Whiskey and drag you off with them, to who knows where.

Not on your damn watch. Jack hands you a gun and tells you to fight like hell and not let them take you.

You agree and then kiss him. Jack grins at you. He gently strokes your cheek before jumping up and starts firing his own weapons.

You peek around the side, looking to see if anyone is lurking close by. Or if anyone is within firing range. You spot a sniper about twenty feet away and you know damn well that you're not skilled enough to take him out.

You hurry in the direction Jack headed. He's out of ammo. You shout out his name and toss him his whip.

"Thanks, darlin'!" You grin. But then, someone is firing at...you. You whip around and aim, and much to your surprise, you actually hit one of the assholes.

However, your victory is short lived. Another person is firing at...Jack. You race to cover him. Then...the sniper fires, hitting you.

You scream out in pain. You stumble backwards and Jack catches you in his arms. He's examining your injury. You discover that you were only hit in the leg.

Relief floods through you and you start wrapping up the wound with your coat. You struggle to your feet and Jack starts cracking that whip of his, knocking out half of them.

He grabs your hand and you both start for the car. It's difficult to run, since your leg hurts and you can feel the blood running down it.

You reach the car. But not before...Jack is struck by a bullet.

...............

You barely managed to get the both away from there. Jack isn't unconscious, thankfully. Although as much as he's moaning, you almost wish he were.

No. You take that back. You don't wish that Jack was unconscious. You reach over and take one of his hands, squeezing gently.

"Hold on, Jack, " you whisper. "I'm going to take good care of you."

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Several hours later, you're both holed up in a shitty, little motel room. You've gotten the bullet out of Jack's shoulder and then cleaned both of your wounds and carefully wrapped them up.

Jack is lying in the bed and you're sitting up beside him. He keeps kissing your fingers and you like that.

"I knew teaching you to shoot was the right thing to do." You smile and stroke his sexy mustache.

"Damn right. Jack?"

"Yeah, Y/N?"

What's going to happen now?"

"I want you with me. If you want to, that is." You lean down and gently kiss him.

"I definitely want you, Jack."

"Good. Because I want you, too, darlin.'"