This is a story set in the Quaranteam Universe created by CorruptingPower. My thanks to him and the QT writers room for their input and support.
This story revisits the characters from Damaged Goods and takes place just a day or so after that series ends. I fully intended to end the series at chapter five before it could become too repetitive, but this is an idea that wouldn't leave me alone and was sufficiently different that I wanted to write it.
It's quite a change in tone from the original series, darker and with less sex. Consider this a
Content Warning
for violence, some of it sexual in nature so, if that's not your bag, maybe give it a miss.
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Team Goode
(just a reminder)
Steve Goode
(38) - 6' - Software developer. Clinical depression. Recent widower.
Pixie O'Connell
(38) - 4'5" - Software developer. Unmedicated bipolar disorder two. University friend of Steve's that he lost touch with, reconnected by the vaccine program.
Valerie "Sarge" Anderberg
(30) - 6'3" - Averna administration. Former US Army. Double leg amputee and heavily scarred from battlefield injuries. PTSD.
Cynthia "Sin" March
(24) - 5'6" - Unemployed. Former stripper and escort. Escaped a long term abusive relationship by joining Team Goode. Previous exposure to DuoHalo-Orange combined with a history of drug use left her with a very short dosage interval and severe withdrawal symptoms.
Leila Bastani
(32) - 5'4" - Iranian/Welsh freelance editor and author. Social anxiety and panic attacks. Widowed. Lost her young son to DuoHalo.
Other teams
Carly Simmons
(25) - Sin's oldest friend. Former stripper and escort. Survived the same abusive relationship. Joined another team living some distance away.
++++ Tues 17th Nov 2020 ++++
Leila - 22:00
"Get him in the car!" Sarge bellowed at me, that parade ground voice left no room for debate. "In the car! I've got her!"
I did my best, but he was heavy and I couldn't help flinching when the burns on my arm touched anything. Pixie and I just about managed to keep him upright between us as we stumbled out into the driveway where a pretty nice looking BMW was parked, its lights flashed as Pixie hit the remote locking. I somehow found a second to wonder which of our attackers it belonged to and where she'd found the keys.
"Get in the back! I'll strap her into the passenger seat and I'll drive." She staggered as she had to turn sideways to get her burden through the door of the house behind us. It was a miracle she could pull that off on her prosthetics. "Anything has to be faster than waiting for an ambulance right now."
"I'm fine," he mumbled in my ear as his head flopped my way.
"You're not fine!" I muttered back through teeth gritted against my own pain.
"Do you know where you're going?" Pixie threw the car keys to Val.
"Vaguely. We passed the hospital earlier today," she muttered as she started the engine. Hitting a button on the dashboard she said, as calmly as she could for the satnav, "Emergency Room."
"It's called A&E here, Sarge," Pixie corrected her, but the car seemed to understand anyway. A route appeared on the screen.
"Hang on," Val shouted at the world in general and, with a tyre screech, we were on our way.
Val - 08:00 (14 hours earlier)
I screamed as everything went black; or at least I assume I did. I wasn't about to tell Pixie this but, when Steve gets it just right, when he has me on the edge of cumming right before he cums himself, I couldn't honestly tell you if I scream or not. I've always been vocal when it comes to sex so maybe it's just me but, with Steve, it's total sensory overload; my vision goes out completely and Slipknot could be playing a gig in the bedroom and I wouldn't hear them. It's as if every nerve in my body vibrates and there's just his presence between my thighs and the ecstasy and that's my whole universe. That's what I got this time and when I came back to reality it was to the feel of him lying behind me, pressed against me. God, it was fantastic.
"Mmmm... good?" He always asked afterwards. You'd think the delirious grin or the drool I hastily wiped off my lips would be a hint, but somehow he's still insecure. All part of the man I've fallen in love with.
"Oooh fuck yes," I said as I forced myself to focus. The feel of his arms around me and his chest hair gently brushing across my back was making it difficult to think. "Let's stay right here, forever."
"Sounds good to me," he mumbled into the back of my neck, "but we can't. I need to see Sin and Leila off, plus I think I smell breakfast cooking."
"Don't leave me alone," I pouted. "Not yet. Give me five minutes."
"Five minutes?"
"Three? Please?"