A/N: Whoa, here's a Future Matt oneshot! Enjoy!

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"Ah-! Dammit," He hissed as the injured part of his back dug into the wall. He could feel the blood seeping down his skin. Disgusting.

When the hell was help going to arrive?

When the hell was she going to arrive?

He hadn't a clue how long he had been out for, and he'd been floating in and out of a hazy jelly of unconsciousness for several hours. Dreams came and went through his brain so fast he could hardly recall any. For all he knew, a week could have passed.

No, he shook his head, gritting his teeth when the stabbing pain throbbed through his brain again, they wouldn't let that happen. She wouldn't leave me.

He glanced down, dizzy, to try and assess the damage that had been done to his legs. He faintly remembered a crowbar...? Maybe when he was snatched from Edd's side in the battle...

He glanced back up to see one of the guards coming in with a bowl of... something. Soup?

His disheveled brown hair nearly touched the surface of the 'food', and Matt grimaced in disgust.

Steely brown eyes met a single blue one.

The guard said nothing, dropping the stare after several agonizingly-slow seconds. He punched a code into the wall and the force that held Matt's arms and legs to the wall was gone. He slumped to the ground, his wound dragging along the brick all the while.

He suppressed a groan.

The guard knelt before the prisoner and held the bowl to his lips, staring at his face all the while.

Matt hesitantly sipped at it, suspicious of any poisons that could be present. When he didn't immediately feel dizzy or strange, he took larger gulps, chugging the lukewarm liquid until it was gone.

The brunet nodded once, getting to his feet. He helped Matt stand up again before inputting the code again, and immediately the blond felt a stiffening sensation across his wrists and ankles.

Once the guard had gone from the room, a deep sigh escaped his lips.

"No help today," he rasped in frustration. "When the hell-?"

Suddenly, another guard entered his room, the familiar attire of blue and red making him narrow his eye.

Without a word, the new guard messed with the control panel, dialling the exact code the other one had used. Before Matt could hit the ground, the guard held him by his arms. Although he immediately recognized the way he was held, he kept the name bubbling in his mind from coming out through his lips.

"Is it time for experiments again?" He sarcastically quipped, grinning. "I've only just eaten. You'll have to wait a while."

"Shut up, you dunce," the guard hissed out, glaring at him with (e/c) eyes as a dummy was affixed to the wall. "This isn't the time for jokes."

He rolled his eye at the unusual rude response, but allowed the guard to lead him, shackled, through the cell block.

On the way, the guard paused, touching his cheek so gingerly Matt almost didn't feel it.

Lips were set in a firm line. "Your eye..."

"Yeah, it's been too long." He chuckled mirthlessly. "So many things have happened in the last few months..."

"I can agree." The ginger could see the faint outline of some new scar on the guard's chin, and he grimaced.

The moment they stepped outside, the fresh air tickled his nose and he let out a silent breath.

"This way," the guard's voice whispered into his ear, and he was whisked away into the shadows.

"Hey, stop!" The two of them froze the moment a spotlight was shone on them. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Aw, dammit," the person groaned before calling back, "I'm escorting the prisoner!"

"Like hell!" The voice retorted, and the next second a shrill siren broke the peaceful silence. "Prisoner escape! Prisoner escape! Unit 10 report to Cell Block 87!"

"Shit!" The 'guard' hollered, grabbing Matt and carrying him.

"Hey, do you really think-"

"Shut up, I'm saving your ass!" This time, the person yanked on his ginger hair long enough for him to yelp. "I swear, when we get out of here you owe me a big one!"

"Wait- (y-"

"Don't you say my name if you want the Rebellion to live." She grinned wryly, winked, and threw him over a fence.

He sailed through the air, yelling in alarm. When he hit the ground behind some bushes, he struggled to look up only to see his savior whip out a gun and start shooting behind as she ran. She hopped onto an incinerator and leapt over the fence, cocking the gun and shooting a guard in the head as she landed. Her eyes burned with a fire he couldn't explain, her mouth set in an almost psychotic-looking grin.

The heat of battle has always set her off, he remembered with a painful smile of his own. It really has been too long.

"C'mon, go go go!" She yelled, her hat flying off to reveal short, choppy (h/c) hair in a stubby ponytail and a long scar winding down the left side of her face.

Matt barely had enough time to open his mouth as she dragged him off the ground and into her arms again, booking it to a hidden motorbike behind some trees.

She slid on and held Matt in her lap as she started it, racing through the night and leaving the prison behind.

As they went, all he could do was hold onto her middle and gaze into her face. Her cold (e/c) eyes were trained on the road, her mouth set into a sneer.

Even though they had been through so much, even though the recent attacks on London had left her scarred and disfigured, even though her happiness had faded long ago...

She was beautiful. Her hair, once long and soft, was cut sloppily and matted. Her skin, once a clean, glowing (s/c), was now scarred and dirty. Her hands, once smooth, were rough from fighting. Beauty in its rawest form.

So many months had passed between them. She had left, swearing she wouldn't return... Matt had been so lonely without her. It wasn't the same.

But here she was, driving recklessly as she had in the past, the adreneline of rebellion escaping her chapped lips in wild laughter.

She was beautiful. His savior was beautiful.

Matt may have lost an eye, but he still saw (y/n). Beautiful, feisty (y/n).

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A/N: Okay, that was it! Please tell me how I did, feel free to request, and I'll see you guys later!