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Wednesday cursed under her breath, her boots loudly pounding the ground as she sprinted down the smoke-filled hallway. She scowled at the corpses littering the long stretch of corridor, blood spattering along the clinical, thick glass walls. Her jaw pinched as she loped another body, her hand finding the rifle strapped to her back as she approached a partially opened door, roughly squeezing her small frame through the narrow opening. The sirens wailed overhead, red flashing lights bathing the usually peaceful mess hall into a chaotic mess, faint screams echoing along the empty interior. She stilled for a moment, the distant explosions from the firefight happening just outside their badly damaged station punctuating an already tense atmosphere, the enemy still upon them. Wednesday growled softly as she kept moving, pleased when the outer door hissed open, another wave of smoke billowing in from outside.
The radio in her ear crackled, her brother’s tension-laced voice managing to cut through the static, “Wednesday, I need you back at the docks, the last of the ships are meant to be leaving in the next few minutes!”
Her scowl deepened, her free hand struggling to put her oxygen mask back over her face, the smoke thickening around her as she hit her comm link, “I will not leave this base without Enid.”
Pugsley cursed in her ear, “For fuck’s sake, Wednesday, I’m sure she made it out with the platoon commander! I know you’ve tried reaching her, but you playing with your life like this is just stupid!”
“Finding my wife will never be stupid-“
A loud shout caught her attention, a man staggering out of the smoke ahead of her, his green work uniform stained in fresh blood. Wednesday raced to meet him, recognizing the mechanical engineer for their destroyer fleet, her hands fisting the front of his jacket just as his knees collapsed.
“Bryson-“
“More survivors,” he wheezed, his normally vivid blue eyes dulled to a terrifying gray, “Ahead, b-behind the storage rooms. There were, so many…”
Wednesday nodded, lying the man on his side, her face stoic, “I’ll tend to them,” she pressed a loose piece of his sleeve against the gaping wound in his side, “Have you seen Enid?”
He shook his head, his body sagging into the grated metal floor, “S-sorry, haven’t seen her since, since the first explosion on the flight deck.”
Her eyes pinched closed, worry seeping up her spine that she valiantly ignored, “Rest here,” she offered, lifting her head up to stare down through the pouring smoke, “I’ll find the others.”
Wednesday stood quickly, again reaching for the rifle still hanging off her back, her dark eyes narrowing as she sprinted further down the hallway, her black crew suit making her nearly invisible. She tapped the comms again, instructing Pugsley that there was a chance to find more survivors, instructing him to wait as long as possible for the final departure. She was relieved when he said he’d hold out as long as he could, the still-raging fight outside their station getting dangerously close to home. She tried to ignore the worry over her missing wife, instead focusing on the task at hand, grateful for the distraction from the fear crawling about her insides. Wednesday kept moving, slamming her shoulder into the broken door leading to the backrooms behind the mess hall storage areas, her jaw pinched in her frustration. She blinked away the smoke, dropping to one knee as she pressed a button on her belt, her voice suddenly booming through the atmosphere.
“This is Captain Wednesday Addams, any Ganon survivors, come forward!”
There was silence for a moment before the shuffling of feet, several voices all rushing to meet her at once through the twisting smoke. She pressed the light on her shoulder, the brilliant white beam suddenly a beacon in the darkness, her dark eyes narrowing against the sudden spark. Faces slowly began to appear, heavy coughing echoing around them as Wednesday quickly counted the bodies suddenly surrounding her, bobbing her head once she’d finished.
“Thirteen,” the captain called out, “Is that all of you?”
“All but one,” a weak voice called back, a soot-stained woman trembling at the cusp of the halo of light, “Bryson is missing.”
“I’ve already discovered Bryson, he is in the direction we need to move,” Wednesday stood, motioning for the thirteen survivors to fall in line behind her, “Link hands, follow quickly. There is hardly any time left to return to the ships before final departure.”
She turned, keeping her light on as she rushed through the way she’d arrived, pleased at the many footsteps eagerly falling in behind her. Wednesday felt the relief once they cleared most of the smoke, squinting as she took down her respirator and counted the terrified bodies huddled together in the hallway. A violent jolt suddenly rocked the entire structure, each of them crashing into the walls or floor at the horrible rocking of the already crippled star base, the shields flickering outside the thick glass windows. Wednesday cursed as she staggered back to her feet, her ear piece crackling to life.
“Wednesday, we have to go now, where the hell are you??”
The captain groused, pressing her ear piece, “I have thirteen more survivors with me, we are coming in from the mess hall. I need ten minutes, Pugsley.”
“You’ve got maybe six if you get moving!”
Wednesday turned quickly, gesturing toward the group huddled together, “Run. Now.”
They all started moving at once, the sound booming through the broken metal halls, endless stars steaking past them as they hauled off toward freedom. Wednesday frowned the moment she noticed Bryson’s motionless corpse right where she’d left him, a woman screaming at the sight before her. Still they kept moving, broken sobs wrenching up from the people behind her, Wednesday ignoring the despair as she focused on the aisles still laid ahead. She growled at the narrow doorway, knowing some of the men behind her couldn’t fit as easily as the much smaller captain, her head swiveling to glance behind her. Two of the men rushed forward without needing direction, attempting to force the broken doors apart, a plasma suddenly ringing out through the opening. Wednesday barked orders for the men to clear the way, the captain quickly taking a knee and noticing two of their orange-skinned intruders rushing to meet them. She took aim, quickly dispatching the pair with expert precision before shoving up and gesturing for the men to continue, her jaw visibly flexing. They managed to pry the doors open just enough for them to slip through, the group running through the corridors, dodging bodies and shrapnel littering the endless halls. Wednesday scowled when she heard her comms buzz to life, Pugsley’s haggard voice greeting her once again.
“Please,” he rasped, the violence in the background nearly drowning out his voice, “Please, they want to close the doors.”
Wednesday huffed, pushing her legs to run even faster, “I’m trying,” was all she managed.
Relief washed over her once she noticed the final entryway leading to the hangars, the door hissing open ahead of her, Pugsley’s worried face greeting the large group. He kept the door open, waving his arms for the crowd to move even faster, Wednesday the first to dart through onto the massive platform. Her stomach twisted at the carnage that awaited her, bodies of their people and also the creatures that attacked their base scattered across the floors, green blood staining the usually pristine, white floors. She stood perfectly still, her charges sprinting past her to the last escape vessel at the farthest launch pod, her eyes widening at the terrifying damage. She turned to look behind her, fires still ranging across the observation towers, the pitch black of space an eerie, silent backdrop. Her frown worsened at the sight of their starships fighting off the enemy fleet, her throat tightening as she looked off toward the starfighter bays.
Enid was almost always near the main flight deck, the blonde being the colony’s lead engineer and mechanic, being the main brains behind the newest line of fighter craft. Wednesday felt the pit grow even deeper, recalling their last brief exchange hours before, when Enid’s voice crackled across their personal comms, warning of the incoming attack.
That had been the last she’d heard of her wife. She hoped it wouldn’t be for good.
Wednesday’s entire body jerked away at the sudden touch against her elbow, Pugsley near tears as he urged her toward the ship.
“Come on, we have to go.”
Wednesday swallowed loudly before hauling off toward the exit pod, the airlock hissing loudly before they were suddenly hurling off through space, the violence of such speed pressing her against the hatch doors. It was deathly silent after a brief while, the last survivors she’d managed to save still huddled together and mourning the loss of their fallen friends. Wednesday walked stiffly, absently checking the people milling about the ship, her dark hair mussed and her face covered in soot from the smoke; the sight of her was terrifying. She approached the cockpit, ripping off her black gloves and pressing her hand along the scanner, the doors obediently hissing open. She approached the bridge and the men piloting them toward their sister colony, a research vessel floating some lightyears away and hopefully out of harm.
She stopped beside the pilot, the man’s face falling in relief at the sight of the captain.
“Captain Addams-“
“Jump the ship.”
He nodded without hesitation, Wednesday taking the jump seat in the cockpit corner, the belt heavy against her chest as she gripped her hands together against the filth still covering her suit. She adjusted her rifle to be more comfortable, her eyes falling closed as the noise around her drifted out of focus, the memory of Enid easily coming to her instead. She inhaled a deep breath, her fingers absently toying with her ruffled bangs, tears attempting to stain her lashes at the very idea of never getting to see the love of her life nearly shattering her to pieces. She fought the feeling away, locking her emotions away where they often belonged, her steely reserve falling masterfully into place. Wednesday couldn’t think about the what-if’s, not until she knew for sure what happened to Enid. If anything even happened to her wife in the first place.
Her stomach lurched the moment the ship jumped after the proper preparations, her body still never fully used to the warp despite her years of training, face failing to hide a sickly grimace. She stood from her seat, crossing her gun strap over the chest of her suit, the captain’s insignia glistening silver on her chest. She peered out of the dome-like front windows, the much larger Fulcroft space station glimmering amongst the stars. Wednesday glanced around them, only one other ship from the Ganon colony still waiting to approach the landing bays, her hand instinctively reaching for the radio button. She stared at the number on the other vessel, her voice low and clear.
“Ganon 17, this is Captain Addams on the Ganon 39 directly behind you. Do you have Enid Addams on board?”
The radio whistled to life a moment later, “Negative, captain.”
Wednesday felt her stomach plummet, her jaw clenching as she nodded and turned, swiftly leading the flight deck and the disappointment behind. She wandered toward Pugsley, taking the vacant seat beside him, her hands fighting the urge to fidget with the plasma dagger still strapped to her right thigh. Pugsley sighed noisily, his shaking hands pushing his thick, black hair away from his face, his eyes still glistening with unspent tears.
“Thank the stars mom and dad’s visit ended last week,” he tried weakly, peering at the unmoving Wednesday as his face screwed up in concern, “Still no word on Enid?”
Wednesday shook her head, her hand absently toying with the small white communicator on her belt, “No,” she whispered softly.
It was another two hours before they could finally disembark into the safety of Fulcroft’s massive interior, the ground crew carefully ushering them to the large refugee camp already stationed on the lower decks. Wednesday searched each of the many faces of the survivors from Ganon, her face falling even more the longer she came up empty. She ignored the call from her commander, her gait moving faster and faster as she panic wound up through her soul, her eyes burning again with tears she stubbornly refused to shed. She fumbled with the communicator on her belt, her thumb pressing the button in an attempt to reach Enid again as she said the woman’s name, the line still unnervingly static. She was sprinting before she even realized, desperate to lay eyes on someone familiar, to see if anyone had any information on her wife, to know whether Enid even made it out alive.
Wednesday kept moving, her eyes sharp and her hearing keen, her suit suddenly feeling near-suffocating as she ripped open her collar and inhaled a trembling breath. She looked to her right, searching the large group of military personnel handing out rations and medical assistance to the mass of survivors, slowly scanning the dozens of faces in hopes of finding the one she desperately hoped to find. Her heart stopped for a moment, her entire being suddenly flooded with emotions she was hardly familiar with handling, her eyes again burning with tears as she drank in the sight before her.
There was her Enid, wearing a pink tank top yet still bandaged heavily by the looks of her, gray pants stained in blood, helping the people of their colony. Wednesday felt as if she were in slow motion, the emotion painfully tight in her chest as she headed off toward her wife, her legs pumping, desperate to close the distance between them. Her heart squeezed when Enid finally glanced up to notice her, a large gash stitched across the blonde’s cheek, her blue eyes wide in relief.
Enid tossed the box in her hands to the soldier beside her, rushing to meet her usually stoic wife, the blonde’s face creased in palpable concern.
“Wednesday-!”
She grunted at the sudden weight thrown against her damaged frame, Enid immediately winding her arms tight around the woman suddenly wrapped around her entire body, tears already spilling down her pale cheeks.
“I’m so fucking glad to see you, Wens,” her voice cracked, her eyes squeezing closed as she buried her face in Wednesday’s shoulder, “I was so scared you wouldn’t get out, but so happy when you called me that last time!”
Wednesday ignored the fire roiling in her veins, her heart still pounding at the familiar feeling of Enid’s arms pressed tight around her, breaths ragged as she fought the utter relief at seeing her beloved blissfully alive. She didn’t remove her face from where it was still hidden in Enid’s neck, her grip tightening around the other woman as she felt Enid start to walk them away, her eyes pinched close in a feeble attempt to keep the violence of her tears at bay. She heard a door whistle open before a lock clicking shut, her body shuddering when she felt Enid’s hands smooth up her spine.
“Wens, look at me.”
Wednesday shook her head, hugging tighter around Enid’s neck, a silent sob shaking her small frame. Enid shushed her instead, her hands smoothing up and down Wednesday’s back for long moments, the steady touch against her finally helping unwind the terror still searing across her bones. Wednesday inhaled deeply, soothed by Enid’s familiar scent, her head just barely lifting up from her wife’s shoulder.
“I thought the worst,” Wednesday uttered softly, her voice thick with sorrow, “I thought you were lost to me.”
Enid hugged her even tighter, “I could hear you on our comms, but I couldn’t respond to let you know I was okay.”
“Okay,” Wednesday echoed, finally uncovering her face and pulling back, bracing her hands on Enid’s bandaged shoulders, “Look at you. You are more bandage than skin.”
Enid smiled sheepishly, “You know I’m tough, Wens. The blast went off the first time when I was already hauling out of the flight deck, the aftershocks are what got me.”
“Blast,” Wednesday choked, her face crumpling in despair, “You were present-“
“I was running,” Enid corrected with a faint smile, “It took me off my feet and the glass is what cut me all up. I’m also kinda deaf in my left ear at the moment, and there’s-“
Enid hummed when Wednesday suddenly kissed her, her eyes fluttering closed as she tenderly held the woman in her arms, returning the kiss with every ounce of love in her thankfully beating heart. They parted after what felt like a lifetime, Wednesday exhaling a quiet sigh against the soft lips, her tear-stained face finally softening at the fear finally drifted away from her.
“I am grateful for your survival, Enid. The idea of losing you is a thought that I cannot stand to bear.”
The blonde smiled, affectionately squeezing the thighs still wrapped around her middle, “All the aliens in space couldn’t drag me the hell away from you, ma lune, you know so many have tried. I’m all yours for as long as there are cosmos, Wednesday Addams, I swear on the moon.”
“On the moon,” Wednesday muttered in awe, her fingers lightly tracing over Enid’s unmarred cheek, “You are not to leave my sight for the next millennia.”
Enid grinned, her nose crinkling in just the way that always made Wednesday’s heart flutter, “You got it, Wens, not gonna leave your sight,” she nuzzled their foreheads together, her thumb still tracking across Wednesday’s flight suit, “We have to head back out there, though-“
“In a moment,” Wednesday swallowed, her thumb sweeping over Enid’s lower lip before she bent down and kissed her, “I am not yet ready for such an audience.”
The blonde smiled, turning them in such a way before sitting Wednesday on the counter in the bathroom, her eyes sparkling at the flushed, freckled face she loved so much. Enid snuck between the parted knees, her hands resting on the cool metal counter as she leaned into Wednesday’s space, her eyes falling closed as she kissed the freckles on either side of Wednesday’s nose.
“I love you,” Enid whispered softly, her hands creeping up to settle on Wednesday’s waist, “I’m sorry that I had you so worried, every other person I found didn’t have any communication, or their set up wasn’t working.”
Wednesday hummed, melting into Enid when she tucked into the crook of her neck, “It isn’t your fault,” she sighed, closing her eyes before sliding her hand up to tangle in the silky blonde locks, effectively tugging Enid away to look at her, “I will never stop being grateful for your ability to survive.”
Enid purred, her eyes hooded, heavy with adoration, “I’ve got a great reason to live, did you know? She’s this stunning soldier with a mean scowl, gorgeous freckles, and the softest, most kissable lips I’ve ever seen.”
Wednesday scowled, her eyes narrowing as she ignored the heat creeping across her face, “You are inscrutable,” she glared at the smug smile before reaching up to peck the sweet lips, “I love you for it.”
The blonde giggled at the appearance of her favorite dimples, quickly dipping her head to kiss each one before they were gone just as quickly. Wednesday cupped Enid’s cheek, her dark eyes studying the woman before her, a calmness washing through her in a comforting wave as she tugged Enid forward by the front of her shirt and kissed her again, goosebumps prickling her skin when sharp teeth teased at her bottom lip. She audibly swallowed, her lips trembling when Enid pulled away just enough to share a single breath, their lips eagerly meeting with a whisper of fire. Wednesday kissed her again, harder this time, desperate to be sure of her wife standing right in front of her, the tension melting away under the soft touch gliding along her spine.
Swear on the moon? Always.