⠀⠀⠀ fifty nine

F I F T Y  N I N E



SCOUT TUGGED AGAINST the tight grip of her father but whatever feeble attempts she tried, she just wasn't strong enough.


"You know, I've always hated that nickname."


A strand of her brunette hair fell into her face as she struggled before giving up and trying to blow it away. She had to save her strength for when it really mattered, there was no point in fighting a losing battle.


Clarke tutted, clicking his tongue and making a small noise in the back of his throat, "That's not what I remember, little bird. What happened? I thought you'd be excited to see me. It's been so many years since I've seen my daughter. Did you not miss me?"


"Oh yeah, I definitely miss the same man that shot me with a laced bullet. Who also sent an assassin to kill me. And let's not forget about that time you set me up and gave an FBI agent my location. Fun times. Right, Pops?"


"I have my reasons for doing the things I did. You've gone soft over the years."


The older man chuckled, loosening his grip on her before forcefully pushing her body away from him. Scout stumbled from the momentum and slightly tripped over her own feet, but then straightening out. Noticing how Clarke hadn't taken her pistol away, she snaked her arm around and pulled it from her waistband, pointing it directing at him.


"Didn't I just say that you would regret doing that? You never did listen. I supposed you got that from your mother." He hummed while wiping his mouth.


Clarke Wiley looked much older and beyond his years: the wrinkles along his face were deepened, the blonde hair was faded and receding, but his piercing blue eyes still remained the same. They were as striking and as cold as she remembered them to be.


Scout flickered her eyes towards her still unconscious mother that sat in the chair behind him, "You leave her out of this."


Her father smirked a soft, quiet little snort at that, hanging his head a second or two before looking straight forward like she was - like he was taunting her - like he wanted her to shoot.


"You wouldn't shoot me, Mockingbird."


"Wanna bet?" She answered, looking squarely at the male and didn't once remove her eyes from his when he stole a glace at Harper.


"I would, actually." Clarke hummed, "Cause if you kill me, then who's going to tell you the truth?"


"Xander already told me everything. I know what you did and I know why you've held a grudge towards the FBI all these years. There's nothing you can tell me that I don't already know."


His eyes flickered, "Wanna bet?"


The sound of Xander struggling started to get louder, causing Scout to glance his way. He was using all of his strength to try and push the grunt off of him as quickly as he could.


"You leave her out of this, Clarkeson! This is between me and you! Not her. Not Harper." Her uncle yelled through groans of struggle.


"Not a chance, little brother. I thought you would have learnt better throughout the years. You really want to keep the truth from her, Alexander?"


Scout's gun faltered for a second before she raised it back up, "What are you talking about? What are you keeping from me? Tell me!"


"Or what?" Her father slyly smiled.


"Or - Or - I'll shoot."


"You'd really do that? You'd try and kill me? Let the truth die with me? I know you're a killer, Scout. But you're also a solider. You are nothing without someone telling you what to do." Clarke questioned, unable to stop the slight grimacing scrunch up of his face, and the trick of venom that flashed in his eyes.


"You know that your uncle isn't going to tell you. He had the opportunity to do so earlier, but he left it out. And Harper? Ha, she had how many years?"


Scout swallowed hard, her brow clenching in frustration and her lips tightening to a straight line. She wanted to know. What were they keeping from her? What didn't she already know?


"How do I know you're not lying to me? You could be making shit up, for all I know. You just want to save your ass."


Clarke grinned, "You still don't realize it, do you?"


She swallowed again, shifting her eyes to the left and right of her father. Her thoughts shattering whatever confidence she felt like she once had.


"I know why you had a miscarriage."


"You're lying!" The gun in her hands shaking.


Whatever teasing kind of smile Clarke had plastered on his face was gone. Instead, a grave looking, hollow impression of a sneer was the only reaction he gave. Scout's eyes began to burn, forgetting to subconsciously blink every few seconds. All her focus was placed in the man in front of her.


"The doctor - The doctor said it was genetic! That nothing - nothing could have stopped it from happening!"


Her father pursed his lips in contemplation, "That's correct. It was genetic, wasn't it? Nothing could have stopped it from happening. Your own chromosomes were what ended up killing your baby, Mockingbird."


"Stop calling me that!"


"What?" Clarke smirked, "It's the circle of life. You killed your baby. It was all your fault. Xander knew the truth. Harper did too. They chose not to tell you."


The brunette glanced at the guilty look that bore her uncle. It wasn't true. It couldn't have been.


"You're getting emotional, aren't you? You always were the kind of person that let her feelings get in the way. Xander could never beat it out of you. No amount of training exercises or deadly missions could change that, would it? I suppose you picked that up from Harper."


"I said leave my mother out of this!" Scout screamed, tears threatening to escape and trail down her cheeks.


"Oh but Mockingbird, I am."


Xander struggles again, "That's enough, Clarke!"


"W - What?"


"She deserves to know the truth, Alexander! There was always a reason as to why her little brain was so fucked up to begin with. Let her learn how to deal with it."


"Not like this! Not from you!"


"Then when? You've had years, little brother. I made a deal with Harper and she kept up with her end of the bargain. I never said that you couldn't be the one to tell her the truth."


Clarke narrowed his eyes towards him, but the male that was held in a tight hold didn't say anything. He merely looked defeated.


"She was just a kid, Clarke." Xander muttered as he hung his head.


Scout silently growled, feeling her body internally shake from all the anger and frustration bottling up inside her. "I am not! Stop trying to protect me!"


"Not you," Her uncle said in pleading cries. "Amelia."


"Oh stop your whining, Xander! Amelia was just as a part of it as I was. She practically begged me!"


"You raped her! You raped our little sister, Clarke! She was 5 years younger than you, she didn't even know what kind of person she wanted to be! You chose it for her!"


Xander spat out in sharp words, the kind of words that didn't just slice through Clarke. They also tore through Scout as she stood there with shaky legs. The grip on her gun loosened until both her hands were by her side and holding the weapon by the sweat on her skin.


"A - Amelia?" She whispered breathily.


That would mean...It would make sense...


Xander stared at his niece with pleading eyes, begging for her to look back at him. But the brunette's senses went into a state of buzzing, her blood feeling icy cold as it slowly raced in her veins.


"But Amelia - she's dead. You - You killed her."


Her father sneered, "I did not! It was that idiot, David Rossi, he killed her! I would never have hurt her if it wasn't for him!"


"You pulled the trigger, Clarke." Xander spoke in a flat tone.


"She was the love of my life! Amelia was the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. And Scout," The oldest blonde looked at her. "You look so much like her. You are the spitting image of your mother."


"Stop."


Her legs shook, shifting her balance from one foot to the other. It was as if her center of gravity was no longer able to keep up, like her entire body was caving in on itself.


"That woman right there, the one you tied up to that chair, that's my real mother! And you - you are the saddest, most embarrassing excuse for a father!"


"Deny it all you want, Mockingbird. But in the end, it's the truth. I loved my little sister with all my soul and she loved me -"


Xander scoffed.


"- and together, we made you. She named you, Scout. You were only a few weeks old when David Rossi brutally murdered her. Thank God, I had you hidden in my car when it happened and was able to drive away before they caught us."


Scout's eyes were starting to cloud in fogginess, tears threatening to spill over, "Mo - Harper would never have agreed to protect you."


"Oh, but she did. She couldn't have children of her own and I offered her the one thing she desired most: you. I promised her that she could be your mother so long as she kept everything a secret."


"You're lying!"


"I may not seem like I have a moral compass at times, but I am a man of standards. Every single child should always have two parents, no matter what."


Scout shook her head, "You're sick. You raped your own little sister and you see nothing wrong with it."


"And yet, you are a product of my so-called raping. You are the result of a sinful inbred. And yet, science would call you a miracle. The odds of you suffering from an early death, a severe birth defect or some mental deficiently was 50 percent. Do you not see, Mockingbird? You should be glad, there is scientific proof - a reason as to why you are the way that you are."


"I - I -"


"You are the reason you lost your baby - You killed it. What will your little boyfriend think?"


Scout's eyes flickered. What would Spencer think about it? Hell, she didn't even know how to wrap her head around the fact that she was a literal bastard. It all sounded too surreal - too much like a lie.


"What would he say if he found out? Do you think he could still love you after he discovers the truth about you? That you, Scout Wiley, are a trainee murderer. You pointed and shot at him, his friends, his own godson. And on top of that, killed the baby you once held inside your womb. Could he still look at you the same way? Still accept you in his life?"


The brunette stood there, pistol still in her hand, staring blankly with a ghost of an expression on her face. She glanced at Harper, who was slowly starting to come into consciousness, and Xander, still struggling to get out of the grunt's grasp.


"I'll let them go."


"You wouldn't - I don't believe you."


Clarke signaled the man, motioning him to let go of her uncle, which he dutifully obliged. As soon as he was free, Xander ran towards Harper.


"Harp -" He whispered in a gentle voice, brushing her knitted hair out of her face. "Wake up, Harp. Please, wake up. It's me, it's okay."


Xander untied the ropes around her arms and legs as she woke up, still in a groggy state of delusion. He gave a hard glare towards his brother but the moment his eyes landed on his niece, years of pent up frustration and tears washed over.


"What do you want?" Scout bit at her bottom lip.


"It's simple. According to my scanners, your little boyfriend and the BAU are on their way here. They think that they are going to save you from me. It's only a matter of time before they show up, little bird."


"And? What do you want me to do about it?"


She felt like someone had stuck down their hand in her throat and was pulling her guts out.


Clarke smiled, "I want you to be the good little assassin that you've been trained to be. I'll let Alexander and Harper walk out right now. I'll even keep your birth a secret from your precious BAU. I won't touch a hair on your boyfriend's head. If and only if, you do everything I say."


"And if I don't?"


"Then I'll take everything away from you. It's your choice, Mockingbird. But you better act quickly, the clock is ticking."


Scout swallowed harshly, her lip trembling at the sight of her adopted mother struggling to awaken. Xander knew better than to saying anything but his eyes said it all. They both had risked their lives to protect her - an act that she could never repay them for.


"Tick tock, Scout. Tick tock."




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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
One more chapter left :(


Again, I apologize for taking so long to post this chapter! But I've finally moved and settled into my new "home". And then I'm moving again on August 19, funnn. I also won't be doing that livestream on Instagram anymore since it's just not the right time for me.


Thank you for your patience! And the final chapter will be posted this week!


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