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FAMILIAL RELATIONS
FAMILIAL RELATIONS
Hank Weatherington — Brother [ ALIVE ]
" We are different in many senses, from our mannerisms to our pasts; though I'd say we still get along quite well as brothers despite this. Think of us as... two ends of a spectrum, we are still connected; but there is a vast and varying space that lies between us showing our differences as people. "
Sharla Weatherington — Ex-Wife [ ALIVE ]
" Our paths simply forked and drew us apart in the end, she taught me a lot: mostly to look out for myself more. Hank never really was fond of her, or our relationship in general."
" We are different in many senses, from our mannerisms to our pasts; though I'd say we still get along quite well as brothers despite this. Think of us as... two ends of a spectrum, we are still connected; but there is a vast and varying space that lies between us showing our differences as people. "
Sharla Weatherington — Ex-Wife [ ALIVE ]
" Our paths simply forked and drew us apart in the end, she taught me a lot: mostly to look out for myself more. Hank never really was fond of her, or our relationship in general."
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FRIENDSHIPS & RELATIONSHIPS
FRIENDSHIPS & RELATIONSHIPS
N/A
" I have not met any particular individuals yet. "
" I have not met any particular individuals yet. "
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PERSONALITY
Wolffe can be summed up as a man that is simple, or lacking in most particular ways; while he has a lot of stories to tell, he is not particularly outgoing or enthusiastic. He can be described as placid or easy-going, though even then he is not a gloomy or pessisistic man in any sense. Wolffe knows how to find joy in everything around him, and is able to bring that joy unto others as well. PERSONALITY
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BACKSTORY
14/08/1978 BACKSTORY
A new bundle of joy is brought into this world, the autumn air is mild, and the cold winds lapped against the hospital window.
From within, a radio played. " Today we're going to see mild weathers of fourty-six point four at the lowest! Winter is fast approaching so make sure to get those old clothes out of the storage! " It spoke from the far corner of the hospital room, amongst the cries of a new baby boy. Born admist the cold war to his mother and father in the room to a smooth southern radio... They pondered.
" Are we still going with my name, dear? " John Weatherington, the new baby's father pondered, knowing that she hadn't ever considered using one of his names, she thought they were too out there.
" Hm.. what do you think, Johnny? " His partner, Estelle Weatherington, responded with a laugh. Such laugh shut John's hopes down immediately, and he let out a deep sigh. " Come on, Essie... You can name the next child we have, can't we name him Wolffe? Please? " He jokingly put his hands together to try convince her.
There was silence throughout the room, as she pondered this important choice over only a matter of seconds.
" Wolffe is such a rediculous name.. though... if you insist that I can name the next one.. and it shuts you up... then fine. Wolffe, our firstborn boy.. " Estelle sighed, cradling the small baby in her arms, swaddled in a rustic-styled blanket as he cried. She glanced over at the birth certificate, which was left blank as they had been pondering... " Wolffe.. " She uttered.
18/08/1978
Although there was a new addition to the family, Wolffe's new beloved parents had always had a rocky history, and it didn't help that soon after Wolffe was brought home. A fierce hurricane had struck the town they were residing in: the lover's first true home together, leaving it damaged and costing thousands of dollars to repair. Having a new baby in the home as well as now needing to do repairs to stop the rain from leaking in from the tropical storm, a rift began to form between the two new parents.
" It's always like this with you! " A new argument broke out over the dinner table, John had his palms planted flat on the ornate oak table, while at the other end Estelle was desperately trying to soothe Wolffe from crying.
" Always like this with me?! " She retorted. " I work around the clock to try make up the funds to repair the roof, and now I've been laid off because my place of work was badly damaged during the storm! It's not my fault that I can't do anything but stay around the house; you and this... ranch! Why do you want to maintain some old, run down ranch so badly while it's only draining a hole in our pockets! We don't even have any cattle! " Estelle's voice was harsh, yet full of the pain of a new mother, just trying to defend herself, when in reality; both sides were flawed.
" This could save our finances! " John grew increasingly more irate then, standing up at the dinner table to bring more impact to his words. " You just can never be patient and let me work on things, it's going to ruin you one day! " Not even caring to finish his dinner anymore, he stepped away from the table, lighting up a cigarette.
Estelle shielded Wolffe as he raised his voice slightly, beginning to raise her own. " We have a gosh darn baby, Johnny! This isn't a way to live while we're taking care of something! " She grew even more defensive and emotional, already tired from a lack of sleep over the last week from becoming a new mother, she was irritated and exhausted.
" Then leave. " John said.
The room became silent.
" Leave... maybe... maybe I will.. " Estelle cried softly. " And I'll find someone who actually cares to look after a child, someone who could be more of a father than YOU ever COULD! "
That cut deep for John, who had always dreamed of living the basic American dream, a family on a ranch with plenty of cattle, to teach his sons how to care for them, to go hunting... everything he never had with his own father. John slammed his hand down on the wall. " GO ON THEN! " He yelled, before leaving the kitchen in a depressing silence, the same tune from their favorite radio growing ironic with it's happy jingles contrasting that of the worn down house.
Although there was a new addition to the family, Wolffe's new beloved parents had always had a rocky history, and it didn't help that soon after Wolffe was brought home. A fierce hurricane had struck the town they were residing in: the lover's first true home together, leaving it damaged and costing thousands of dollars to repair. Having a new baby in the home as well as now needing to do repairs to stop the rain from leaking in from the tropical storm, a rift began to form between the two new parents.
" It's always like this with you! " A new argument broke out over the dinner table, John had his palms planted flat on the ornate oak table, while at the other end Estelle was desperately trying to soothe Wolffe from crying.
" Always like this with me?! " She retorted. " I work around the clock to try make up the funds to repair the roof, and now I've been laid off because my place of work was badly damaged during the storm! It's not my fault that I can't do anything but stay around the house; you and this... ranch! Why do you want to maintain some old, run down ranch so badly while it's only draining a hole in our pockets! We don't even have any cattle! " Estelle's voice was harsh, yet full of the pain of a new mother, just trying to defend herself, when in reality; both sides were flawed.
" This could save our finances! " John grew increasingly more irate then, standing up at the dinner table to bring more impact to his words. " You just can never be patient and let me work on things, it's going to ruin you one day! " Not even caring to finish his dinner anymore, he stepped away from the table, lighting up a cigarette.
Estelle shielded Wolffe as he raised his voice slightly, beginning to raise her own. " We have a gosh darn baby, Johnny! This isn't a way to live while we're taking care of something! " She grew even more defensive and emotional, already tired from a lack of sleep over the last week from becoming a new mother, she was irritated and exhausted.
" Then leave. " John said.
The room became silent.
" Leave... maybe... maybe I will.. " Estelle cried softly. " And I'll find someone who actually cares to look after a child, someone who could be more of a father than YOU ever COULD! "
That cut deep for John, who had always dreamed of living the basic American dream, a family on a ranch with plenty of cattle, to teach his sons how to care for them, to go hunting... everything he never had with his own father. John slammed his hand down on the wall. " GO ON THEN! " He yelled, before leaving the kitchen in a depressing silence, the same tune from their favorite radio growing ironic with it's happy jingles contrasting that of the worn down house.
04/09/1982
Despite the split between Wolffe's parents, the young boy began developing quickly, his babbling turned to sentences, and his waddling turned to firmer steps as he developed. After just turning 4 years old, his mother had a crucial descision to make: the form of education she wanted to submit her son into. After the split she had moved away to Florida, staying in a small home with whatever work she could find. After consulting with friends and family, she decided Wolffe should go into the public education system, just to take some payments off her back and prevent herself from owing money to any more people.
On his first day at school, Wolffe was bewildered; a small boy with the classic bowlcut and suspenders... all dressed up to go to kindergarten. His mother snapped a picture before she dropped him off, leaving him with the caretakers. His first impression was good: He had become a quiet boy with not a lot to say, and generally stayed in line with little outbursts or cries, though he refused to share... a critique often held by most of his caretakers.
Despite the split between Wolffe's parents, the young boy began developing quickly, his babbling turned to sentences, and his waddling turned to firmer steps as he developed. After just turning 4 years old, his mother had a crucial descision to make: the form of education she wanted to submit her son into. After the split she had moved away to Florida, staying in a small home with whatever work she could find. After consulting with friends and family, she decided Wolffe should go into the public education system, just to take some payments off her back and prevent herself from owing money to any more people.
On his first day at school, Wolffe was bewildered; a small boy with the classic bowlcut and suspenders... all dressed up to go to kindergarten. His mother snapped a picture before she dropped him off, leaving him with the caretakers. His first impression was good: He had become a quiet boy with not a lot to say, and generally stayed in line with little outbursts or cries, though he refused to share... a critique often held by most of his caretakers.
07/09/1993
Wolffe grew quicker than his mother had expected, though despite her hopes.. he remained one of the shortest boys in his class. With no special grades, he was an exceptionally average student. He was not one to talk back, never fought... but he wasn't the smartest either. He wouldn't be the talk of all the moms, nor someone to compare to: as he was just a background figure to basically everyone. Especially now, to his own mother. Estelle had found the young boy a step father, who whilst treated Estelle well, which Wolffe was happy with... he was hardly given the light of day anymore, and alongside his general lack of a social life, it caused him to become a hermit.
Outside of the Cs and Bs he recieved as grades through his rocky start to highschool, Wolffe spent his time out of the house in the forest nearby, searching for insects to play with. It was a strange interest he picked up, and he wouldn't talk about anything else. Though his mother paid no mind, as he was a growing boy... " Boys will be boys, he'll come home covered in mud with some creepy spider! " Estelle would say to all his friends in a joking manner, but Wolffe really desperately wished she'd share his enthusiasm for these small creatures, at least a little bit. Though, his wish would never be granted.
26/11/1995
Exceptionally average, but still. He worked. As Wolffe grew closer and closer to graduation, he'd found himself a social reject. He'd never had a girlfriend, never a friendgroup and even less someone he could confide in at all. When he got home, apart from studying he'd either find himself lost in the forest for hours, using a small booklet to identify different insects, or be at home watching detective shows, finding himself invested in the stories they told throughout it. Maybe, just maybe if he had become such an amazing detective his mother and step-father would include him more, and maybe they could go on a family holiday together; so he hoped.
Finals were a mess, stress eating: binging coffees and pulling all nighters just to get his grades up for a final time to be good enough to get into college. All the while his mother and step-father were out clubbing and having fun. In the end, he finally did it. A single A+ and multiple As for his finals, landing him a good GPA. As he pretended it to Estelle and his step-father, he was met with all he could ever need at the time. A smile and a pat on the back. That was all, it should've felt grand to him: but it still didn't feel like love to Wolffe.
By then he had decided, he would do something to become something.. become someone at last, and hopefully it would help him make more friends, and finally be popular... maybe even become the perfect child a parent could ever ask for; but he knew that was a bit of a stretch.
A policing bachellors, a stepping stone to becoming an officer, it was his chance to become some sort of change. To himself, or his community.
12/06/2000
Accepted, and learning at last; Wolffe was finally comfortable in his education and coming out of his shell. Despite needing to complete an introductory year within the college to be able to qualify for the course, he had finally began to make friends: A woman called Shirly, who was about a year younger htan him, and a man called Isaac, who was the same age. Their small friend group had grown from an online forum, which was local and quite popular at the time for those who were attending the college. People would post club meetings, social groups and others would come to them. It was during a football club meeting that Wolffe met Shirly and Isaac.
They were quite popular in the college, Shirly being reknowned for her strength and powerlifting, and Isaac... for being one of the few openly queer men within the college. Similarly to Wolffe, Isaac was previously a shy man with no confidence in himself; before being practically adopted by Shirly. It was later that he took in Wolffe to be their friend as well, and he was often dragged along to their out-of-cirriculum advenetures.
When required to get work experience for their chosen courses, Isaac and Wolffe went together, as Isaac had mentioned. " If you've got me, nothing can go wrong, right? " and of course Wolffe trusted him. It was a stroke of luck they managed to be stationed within the same department, firstly doing office work before they were transferred to first response to gain experience once a week. Each callout would be something new, and they would always meet back in the old, tattered break room to discuss what happened over the course of the days and hours, laughing the whole time. Isaac buying them both a coffee, their favorite brews each time.
Though one day the atmosphere became different, as they came in from patrol in the early afternoon, Isaac getting them a coffee and... for once the air was quiet.
" Wolffe, I have to tell you something. " Isaac began to smile, he was clearly anxious, though it appeared to be good news.
" Yeah, Isaac? " Wolffe hummed, adjusting his uniform slightly, as it was slightly too small for him... of course he had the spares.
" I got a boyfriend! " Isaac exclaimed, he was clearly estatic, but instead of being happy for him... Wolffe felt something stirring within him. He sat quietly for a moment as he tried to understand it, Isaac had been his best friend for a few years at this point, and yet he wasn't happy for him? Instead there was some sort of.. jealousy, even though he'd never once imagined them both being romantic, Wolffe realised he was jealous of Isaac, and that he wished... that it had been him.
" It... won't mean that you will hang out with me less though, right? " He responded in a hushed tone, trying to mask the growing discomfort as he tried to push it back down. He couldn't like men, after all he'd seen how people treated them on TV and online.
" Well.. I mean .. I'm going to be meeting up with him on breaks instead of coming here, but I'm sure you'll find someone else to hang out with! " Isaac's words shattered at Wolffe's feet.
Surely not.
Wolffe looked up at him with a poorly disguised astonishment, afterall it'd be cruel of him to tell him that he wasn't happy for him.
" Right " Was the only reponse Isaac would hear.
03/08/2000
As Isaac had said, each lunch time from there on, Wolffe sat in the run-down break room, alone with his special brew of coffee, and an empty seat beside him where his friend once was. Even during classes, he'd sit with his new lover, and Shirly was never around anymore either; so his short lived popularity and confidence was vacuumed away from him almost as quickly as it had began. Up to his finals, College and work became a chored cycle of work, homework, volunteering and going back to his dorm to sleep the night off, Wolffe ended up picking up smoking to cope, which only further deteriorated him.
He fell behind physically, the affects of smoking over just a month had caused his lung capacity to falter, and he couldn't stop himself from buying a pack a day just to have some sort of crutch to rely on to get him through college. After more sleepless nights, just the same as highschool finished, so too did College finish. Exceptionally average. Just as he had always been. The only thankfulness he had was that the station he had worked within for work experience had offered him a role for his hard work, though they'd done the same for both Isaac... and his new boyfriend too.
Wolffe was filled with dread.
01/02/2001
As it turned out, working alongside Isaac was just as dreadful as he imagined, despite once being his friend; Wolffe had newfound contempt for the man. Each day Isaac would be praised for his hard-work and exceptional abilities, and Wolffe? Exceptionally average.
They'd be on patrol together; file reports together, do everything together... until one day, Wolffe was paired with Isaac. First response, a cool spring morning. There was still snow on the ground as their patrol vehicle moved across the still morning streets. Just as the last day they spent together, there was a tension in the air that neither of them dared break for the first hour, not until they were forced to talk.
A call came in.
A violent armed robbery in a nearby hourse, and the pair of them would be the first to respond.
" Wolffe... "
" Just drive Isaac. " Wolffe spoke sternly, he hadn't meant to be but the jealousy was still boiling within him.
The patrol car hit speeds, and rushed to the location, with Wolffe ready to jump out, his hand on his holster. It wasn't often he had an adrenaline spike, not until he'd manage to complete his training and move onto much more severe jobs, but this was serious, an innocent person harmed by someone who is armed and dangerous, it was too high stakes for him to not get a boost of adrenaline.
He didn't even wait for the car to stop moving before he hopped out, Isaac still rolling the car to a stop. Wolffe rushed to the boot and grabbed out a riot shield, beginning to approach the residence, which had become dead silent. It wasn't long before Isaac followed.
The two made a quiet entry as other units pulled up, they'd been granted permission to lead the retrieval of the offenders.
Still, nothing moved. No noise came within the house except for the creaking of floorboards as their heavy boots brought them deeper within the abode. Despite being kitted in protective gear, Wolffe was scared. To make more ground the two split up, Wolffe took the topside, Isaac the bottom and garage. But the crime scene seemed silent.
Until gunshots rang out in the garage.
" WOLFFE !"
He shot down the stairs as he heard his name, skipping steps while his heart skipped a beat, not even caring for the doors in his way; kicking them off his hinges to reach Isaac. The sheer fear of losing him again powered through him as he stopped in his tracks in the garage.
" Don't move a muscle or your little buddy gets it. " A pale skinned man with plenty of tattoos and a balaclava upon his face spoke, Isaac was his hostage now.
Wolffe felt his blood run cold at the males words, he had subconsciously raised his pistol but he knew that the powerful rifle the attacker had was all too much stronger than his, and he was not afraid to use it.
He couldn't move, not an inch; and the officers outside were itching to get in. But if they did, Isaac would get it. But he didn't even have time to think as the garage door flung open as the heavily armored back-up had arrived. Wolffe screamed, because he knew what was about to happen.
BANG.
The movement had scared the attacker. Wolffe watched as Isaac collapsed. The sheer shock, with the adrenaline.. he shot his own pistol, into the attackers leg, and before he knew it he was disarming the man and throwing him to the floor, his eyes red with sheer adrenaline and fighting back tears. He single handedly gripped the man, who had been taller than him and used his adrenaline to get him onto the floor, slamming the cuffs onto his wrist with ragged, uneven breathing. He couldn't contain his fear anymore.
" Wolffe.. come on.. Get off, he's detained, we'll take him. calm down. " His superiors voice snapped him out of it, he felt the offender be snatched away from him, and saw two others rush to Isaac. He wasn't brave enough to look.
An arm was placed around him comfortingly, but he couldn't see who anymore; tears had clogged up his vision as he resorted to sobbing. Just as he was born, he lived, he cried. He couldn't be the perfect child, the perfect officer. He couldn't even save his friend, he blamed himself; even if there was nothing he could've done to change it.
26/06/2001
Medical leave didn't make it any easier, Wolffe was forced to quit to attend regular therapy and recouperate what was lost, even if Isaac had survived, and he was given an award for bravery, even that didn't soothe what he had seen. He spent his days in his home, taking up insect pinning to cope with what he'd seen, and through the combination of external support and therapy, he slowly regained what he had had before and felt... like he wasn't missing pieces. He'd described all of his past issues, loneliness and had been put forward to a social group to cope with the loneliness he had subject himself to by being too afraid to reach out previously.
On the first day he arrived, he saw a familiar face. Isaac. He was in a wheelchair, partially paralysed from his injuries, and he immediately brought himself over to Wolffe.
" Wolffe! " He cried out, almost as loudly as the day of his accident, which caused Wolffe's blood to run cold. But this time, a warmer pair of arms wrapped around him. Isaac was hugging him, for the first time since they'd last shared coffees together on break.
" Isaac.. " Wolffe's tone was still sombre, but held the warm memories that they had shared, and slowly.. his arms wrapped back around Isaac. A gentle embrace that shared years of unspoken thoughts and feelings.
" Why are you here, Isaac? You..you have plenty of friends, don't you? " He was genuinely confused, Wolffe thought he had plenty of people to go to, why come to a social group now of all times?
" Well.. Wolffe, I never got to telling you but... most of my friends were my boyfriends, and.. ever since I became injured I've been paralysed and needed a carer, since I wasn't fit and put on weight from my medication.. he began to go on about how my care is disgusting, and that he can't do any of it, so he left. Started spreading rumors about me and I ended up just.. in a care home.. " Isaac spoke with sincerity, looking down in utter shame that he had to admit such a thing to someone he hadn't spoken to in so long..
" I'm sorry Isaac... " Wolffe was delicate with his touch but still hugged him back.
A smile tugged at Isaac's lips. " You've always been too good for me, Wolffe. "
Wolffe's eyes shot open. He'd never expected to hear those words from anyone; let alone Isaac.
" You always just.. get on with things, you know? Never complain, just keep your head down and work.. and there I am, being loud and proud about everything. " He chuckled, still leaning himself on Wolffe for support.
Wolffe simply hummed, he couldn't respond to these words, it wasn't something he'd ever expected. Without thinking, the bumbling man uttered. " I was just jealous of you, Isaac. "
Isaac appeared surprised.
" Isaac, you always got the praise, the attention, you had a boyfriend and the day you told me I was so distraught because I thought you'd stop liking me.. " Wolffe was cut off.
" I never stopped, you could've just reached out...! " Isaac spoke, this realisation deeply embarassed Wolffe.
" I was too embarassed, because I was in love with you. " Wolffe admitted. Isaac began to stammer. He looked around for a moment, checking no one was around before he whispered.
" Me too, Wolffe. I just thought you were straight. "
The male looked down to his former crush, and was met with watery eyes and a large smile, it was as if it had all finally come together, he felt better; even moreso now he knew that the whole time, Isaac had loved him but chose to stay quiet. He couldn't find the words to express this joy, and leaned down and kissed him. It felt like it had taken an eternity to get to this point, but at last, he was happy.
" Wolffe but.. I just.. I can't be with you.. "
His heart sunk once more.
" I need to rely on my carers to get anything done, and it's just too much money and work for you, it'd be cruel for me to date you now, when I'm in such a position.. " Isaac explained with heartfelt sadness, which brought on a nod from Wolffe.
" That makes sense. I'm just glad we could... wrap this up at least, and.. thank you Isaac, for everything. We'll still be friends, right? " Wolffe whispered.
" Best friends. " Isaac replied.
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And so the two remained friends. With Wolffe feeling like moving his life forward past 25, he began taking Japanese courses alongside his detective course, as he had chosen to move past first response for now. Once he was qualified, he promised Isaac to stay in contact for however long it took for him to recover, and set forward to move to Osaka, Japan, where he studied and worked as a Forensics investigator once he qualified, specialising in entomological links to forensics. He made new friends and found new beginnings; and began finding himself, even if it began later than he had desired. He set forth on a new journey.
Wolffe grew quicker than his mother had expected, though despite her hopes.. he remained one of the shortest boys in his class. With no special grades, he was an exceptionally average student. He was not one to talk back, never fought... but he wasn't the smartest either. He wouldn't be the talk of all the moms, nor someone to compare to: as he was just a background figure to basically everyone. Especially now, to his own mother. Estelle had found the young boy a step father, who whilst treated Estelle well, which Wolffe was happy with... he was hardly given the light of day anymore, and alongside his general lack of a social life, it caused him to become a hermit.
Outside of the Cs and Bs he recieved as grades through his rocky start to highschool, Wolffe spent his time out of the house in the forest nearby, searching for insects to play with. It was a strange interest he picked up, and he wouldn't talk about anything else. Though his mother paid no mind, as he was a growing boy... " Boys will be boys, he'll come home covered in mud with some creepy spider! " Estelle would say to all his friends in a joking manner, but Wolffe really desperately wished she'd share his enthusiasm for these small creatures, at least a little bit. Though, his wish would never be granted.
26/11/1995
Exceptionally average, but still. He worked. As Wolffe grew closer and closer to graduation, he'd found himself a social reject. He'd never had a girlfriend, never a friendgroup and even less someone he could confide in at all. When he got home, apart from studying he'd either find himself lost in the forest for hours, using a small booklet to identify different insects, or be at home watching detective shows, finding himself invested in the stories they told throughout it. Maybe, just maybe if he had become such an amazing detective his mother and step-father would include him more, and maybe they could go on a family holiday together; so he hoped.
Finals were a mess, stress eating: binging coffees and pulling all nighters just to get his grades up for a final time to be good enough to get into college. All the while his mother and step-father were out clubbing and having fun. In the end, he finally did it. A single A+ and multiple As for his finals, landing him a good GPA. As he pretended it to Estelle and his step-father, he was met with all he could ever need at the time. A smile and a pat on the back. That was all, it should've felt grand to him: but it still didn't feel like love to Wolffe.
By then he had decided, he would do something to become something.. become someone at last, and hopefully it would help him make more friends, and finally be popular... maybe even become the perfect child a parent could ever ask for; but he knew that was a bit of a stretch.
A policing bachellors, a stepping stone to becoming an officer, it was his chance to become some sort of change. To himself, or his community.
12/06/2000
Accepted, and learning at last; Wolffe was finally comfortable in his education and coming out of his shell. Despite needing to complete an introductory year within the college to be able to qualify for the course, he had finally began to make friends: A woman called Shirly, who was about a year younger htan him, and a man called Isaac, who was the same age. Their small friend group had grown from an online forum, which was local and quite popular at the time for those who were attending the college. People would post club meetings, social groups and others would come to them. It was during a football club meeting that Wolffe met Shirly and Isaac.
They were quite popular in the college, Shirly being reknowned for her strength and powerlifting, and Isaac... for being one of the few openly queer men within the college. Similarly to Wolffe, Isaac was previously a shy man with no confidence in himself; before being practically adopted by Shirly. It was later that he took in Wolffe to be their friend as well, and he was often dragged along to their out-of-cirriculum advenetures.
When required to get work experience for their chosen courses, Isaac and Wolffe went together, as Isaac had mentioned. " If you've got me, nothing can go wrong, right? " and of course Wolffe trusted him. It was a stroke of luck they managed to be stationed within the same department, firstly doing office work before they were transferred to first response to gain experience once a week. Each callout would be something new, and they would always meet back in the old, tattered break room to discuss what happened over the course of the days and hours, laughing the whole time. Isaac buying them both a coffee, their favorite brews each time.
Though one day the atmosphere became different, as they came in from patrol in the early afternoon, Isaac getting them a coffee and... for once the air was quiet.
" Wolffe, I have to tell you something. " Isaac began to smile, he was clearly anxious, though it appeared to be good news.
" Yeah, Isaac? " Wolffe hummed, adjusting his uniform slightly, as it was slightly too small for him... of course he had the spares.
" I got a boyfriend! " Isaac exclaimed, he was clearly estatic, but instead of being happy for him... Wolffe felt something stirring within him. He sat quietly for a moment as he tried to understand it, Isaac had been his best friend for a few years at this point, and yet he wasn't happy for him? Instead there was some sort of.. jealousy, even though he'd never once imagined them both being romantic, Wolffe realised he was jealous of Isaac, and that he wished... that it had been him.
" It... won't mean that you will hang out with me less though, right? " He responded in a hushed tone, trying to mask the growing discomfort as he tried to push it back down. He couldn't like men, after all he'd seen how people treated them on TV and online.
" Well.. I mean .. I'm going to be meeting up with him on breaks instead of coming here, but I'm sure you'll find someone else to hang out with! " Isaac's words shattered at Wolffe's feet.
Surely not.
Wolffe looked up at him with a poorly disguised astonishment, afterall it'd be cruel of him to tell him that he wasn't happy for him.
" Right " Was the only reponse Isaac would hear.
03/08/2000
As Isaac had said, each lunch time from there on, Wolffe sat in the run-down break room, alone with his special brew of coffee, and an empty seat beside him where his friend once was. Even during classes, he'd sit with his new lover, and Shirly was never around anymore either; so his short lived popularity and confidence was vacuumed away from him almost as quickly as it had began. Up to his finals, College and work became a chored cycle of work, homework, volunteering and going back to his dorm to sleep the night off, Wolffe ended up picking up smoking to cope, which only further deteriorated him.
He fell behind physically, the affects of smoking over just a month had caused his lung capacity to falter, and he couldn't stop himself from buying a pack a day just to have some sort of crutch to rely on to get him through college. After more sleepless nights, just the same as highschool finished, so too did College finish. Exceptionally average. Just as he had always been. The only thankfulness he had was that the station he had worked within for work experience had offered him a role for his hard work, though they'd done the same for both Isaac... and his new boyfriend too.
Wolffe was filled with dread.
01/02/2001
As it turned out, working alongside Isaac was just as dreadful as he imagined, despite once being his friend; Wolffe had newfound contempt for the man. Each day Isaac would be praised for his hard-work and exceptional abilities, and Wolffe? Exceptionally average.
They'd be on patrol together; file reports together, do everything together... until one day, Wolffe was paired with Isaac. First response, a cool spring morning. There was still snow on the ground as their patrol vehicle moved across the still morning streets. Just as the last day they spent together, there was a tension in the air that neither of them dared break for the first hour, not until they were forced to talk.
A call came in.
A violent armed robbery in a nearby hourse, and the pair of them would be the first to respond.
" Wolffe... "
" Just drive Isaac. " Wolffe spoke sternly, he hadn't meant to be but the jealousy was still boiling within him.
The patrol car hit speeds, and rushed to the location, with Wolffe ready to jump out, his hand on his holster. It wasn't often he had an adrenaline spike, not until he'd manage to complete his training and move onto much more severe jobs, but this was serious, an innocent person harmed by someone who is armed and dangerous, it was too high stakes for him to not get a boost of adrenaline.
He didn't even wait for the car to stop moving before he hopped out, Isaac still rolling the car to a stop. Wolffe rushed to the boot and grabbed out a riot shield, beginning to approach the residence, which had become dead silent. It wasn't long before Isaac followed.
The two made a quiet entry as other units pulled up, they'd been granted permission to lead the retrieval of the offenders.
Still, nothing moved. No noise came within the house except for the creaking of floorboards as their heavy boots brought them deeper within the abode. Despite being kitted in protective gear, Wolffe was scared. To make more ground the two split up, Wolffe took the topside, Isaac the bottom and garage. But the crime scene seemed silent.
Until gunshots rang out in the garage.
" WOLFFE !"
He shot down the stairs as he heard his name, skipping steps while his heart skipped a beat, not even caring for the doors in his way; kicking them off his hinges to reach Isaac. The sheer fear of losing him again powered through him as he stopped in his tracks in the garage.
" Don't move a muscle or your little buddy gets it. " A pale skinned man with plenty of tattoos and a balaclava upon his face spoke, Isaac was his hostage now.
Wolffe felt his blood run cold at the males words, he had subconsciously raised his pistol but he knew that the powerful rifle the attacker had was all too much stronger than his, and he was not afraid to use it.
He couldn't move, not an inch; and the officers outside were itching to get in. But if they did, Isaac would get it. But he didn't even have time to think as the garage door flung open as the heavily armored back-up had arrived. Wolffe screamed, because he knew what was about to happen.
BANG.
The movement had scared the attacker. Wolffe watched as Isaac collapsed. The sheer shock, with the adrenaline.. he shot his own pistol, into the attackers leg, and before he knew it he was disarming the man and throwing him to the floor, his eyes red with sheer adrenaline and fighting back tears. He single handedly gripped the man, who had been taller than him and used his adrenaline to get him onto the floor, slamming the cuffs onto his wrist with ragged, uneven breathing. He couldn't contain his fear anymore.
" Wolffe.. come on.. Get off, he's detained, we'll take him. calm down. " His superiors voice snapped him out of it, he felt the offender be snatched away from him, and saw two others rush to Isaac. He wasn't brave enough to look.
An arm was placed around him comfortingly, but he couldn't see who anymore; tears had clogged up his vision as he resorted to sobbing. Just as he was born, he lived, he cried. He couldn't be the perfect child, the perfect officer. He couldn't even save his friend, he blamed himself; even if there was nothing he could've done to change it.
26/06/2001
Medical leave didn't make it any easier, Wolffe was forced to quit to attend regular therapy and recouperate what was lost, even if Isaac had survived, and he was given an award for bravery, even that didn't soothe what he had seen. He spent his days in his home, taking up insect pinning to cope with what he'd seen, and through the combination of external support and therapy, he slowly regained what he had had before and felt... like he wasn't missing pieces. He'd described all of his past issues, loneliness and had been put forward to a social group to cope with the loneliness he had subject himself to by being too afraid to reach out previously.
On the first day he arrived, he saw a familiar face. Isaac. He was in a wheelchair, partially paralysed from his injuries, and he immediately brought himself over to Wolffe.
" Wolffe! " He cried out, almost as loudly as the day of his accident, which caused Wolffe's blood to run cold. But this time, a warmer pair of arms wrapped around him. Isaac was hugging him, for the first time since they'd last shared coffees together on break.
" Isaac.. " Wolffe's tone was still sombre, but held the warm memories that they had shared, and slowly.. his arms wrapped back around Isaac. A gentle embrace that shared years of unspoken thoughts and feelings.
" Why are you here, Isaac? You..you have plenty of friends, don't you? " He was genuinely confused, Wolffe thought he had plenty of people to go to, why come to a social group now of all times?
" Well.. Wolffe, I never got to telling you but... most of my friends were my boyfriends, and.. ever since I became injured I've been paralysed and needed a carer, since I wasn't fit and put on weight from my medication.. he began to go on about how my care is disgusting, and that he can't do any of it, so he left. Started spreading rumors about me and I ended up just.. in a care home.. " Isaac spoke with sincerity, looking down in utter shame that he had to admit such a thing to someone he hadn't spoken to in so long..
" I'm sorry Isaac... " Wolffe was delicate with his touch but still hugged him back.
A smile tugged at Isaac's lips. " You've always been too good for me, Wolffe. "
Wolffe's eyes shot open. He'd never expected to hear those words from anyone; let alone Isaac.
" You always just.. get on with things, you know? Never complain, just keep your head down and work.. and there I am, being loud and proud about everything. " He chuckled, still leaning himself on Wolffe for support.
Wolffe simply hummed, he couldn't respond to these words, it wasn't something he'd ever expected. Without thinking, the bumbling man uttered. " I was just jealous of you, Isaac. "
Isaac appeared surprised.
" Isaac, you always got the praise, the attention, you had a boyfriend and the day you told me I was so distraught because I thought you'd stop liking me.. " Wolffe was cut off.
" I never stopped, you could've just reached out...! " Isaac spoke, this realisation deeply embarassed Wolffe.
" I was too embarassed, because I was in love with you. " Wolffe admitted. Isaac began to stammer. He looked around for a moment, checking no one was around before he whispered.
" Me too, Wolffe. I just thought you were straight. "
The male looked down to his former crush, and was met with watery eyes and a large smile, it was as if it had all finally come together, he felt better; even moreso now he knew that the whole time, Isaac had loved him but chose to stay quiet. He couldn't find the words to express this joy, and leaned down and kissed him. It felt like it had taken an eternity to get to this point, but at last, he was happy.
" Wolffe but.. I just.. I can't be with you.. "
His heart sunk once more.
" I need to rely on my carers to get anything done, and it's just too much money and work for you, it'd be cruel for me to date you now, when I'm in such a position.. " Isaac explained with heartfelt sadness, which brought on a nod from Wolffe.
" That makes sense. I'm just glad we could... wrap this up at least, and.. thank you Isaac, for everything. We'll still be friends, right? " Wolffe whispered.
" Best friends. " Isaac replied.
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And so the two remained friends. With Wolffe feeling like moving his life forward past 25, he began taking Japanese courses alongside his detective course, as he had chosen to move past first response for now. Once he was qualified, he promised Isaac to stay in contact for however long it took for him to recover, and set forward to move to Osaka, Japan, where he studied and worked as a Forensics investigator once he qualified, specialising in entomological links to forensics. He made new friends and found new beginnings; and began finding himself, even if it began later than he had desired. He set forth on a new journey.
More TBA :3 he's still in development
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