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M.M. and Butcher enter Butcher's van, M.M. making his comments about how obvious it might look, Butcher brushing him off and telling him they'll blend right in... when suddenly there's a rhythmic knock.

M.M. looks up at Butcher.

"Bang on time." Butcher grins. He goes over to open the door and Hughie pops his head in first, brows furrowing at someone new he looks back at Butcher before walking over to M.M.

"Uh, hi. Hughie." He sticks his hand out, surprising M.M. with his courtesy.

Frenchie and Bellamy fall in behind him and M.M.'s eyes snap over to them instantly.

Bellamy stops in his tracks noticing Butcher first. "Ah, shit."

Frenchie looks over Bellamy's shoulder, throwing his head back with a groan. "Ohhh."

"Smelly motherfucker." M.M. pushes past Hughie and shoves Frenchie back against the wall.

"Hey, hey." Bellamy raises his voice.

"Oh, don't get me started on you." M.M. points to him as Frenchie pulls out a knife and they all begin to shout.

"Alright." Butcher grabs Frenchie to hold him back as Hughie gets sandwiched in between M.M.'s body and the wall.

"Butcher, who is this guy?!" Hughie hollers over everyone else.

"Get off, you'll give the game away!" Butcher yells at them, fists full of both their shirts as Bellamy stands beside Frenchie.

"Not until this frog gets what's coming." M.M. says, narrowing his eyes on Frenchie.

Frenchie chuckles. "Only thing that is coming is me on your mother's tittles!"

"Let me through at him, bitch!" M.M. spits out.

"Hey, back the hell up." Bellamy warns, ready to defend Frenchie.

"We had an agreement about him." M.M. nods towards Frenchie. "And him." His eyes land Bell next.

"We agreed to put a pin in it, all right?" Butcher stresses.

"What agreement?" Frenchie asks, pointing his knife towards M.M. Bellamy sighs, this is why Butcher wanted to go off on his own and sent him and Frenchie to babysit... fucking fantastic.

"There was no pin. I don't trust this French whore or his ring leader." M.M. shouts.

"I am more American than you, you racist piece of shit!" Frenchie rages.

"Why are they fighting?!" Hughie asks.

"Don't worry about it." Bellamy snaps at him.

"Nothing." Butcher answers. "It is water under the bridge."

"You tell that to Mallory's grandkids, Cassiu—"

"Don't." Bellamy barks out, his entire body tensing as he swallows hard.

"Tell them it's water under the bridge." M.M. finishes.

"That wasn't my fault, huh?" Frenchie grumbles.

"Who is Mallory?" Hughie asks and Bellamy's nostrils flare. If he asks one more Goddamn question—

"It wasn't his fault, alright!" Bellamy states strongly. "It was—"

M.M. shakes his head. "When are you gonna stop taking the fall for his actions." He jabs his hand towards Frenchie.

"All right, all of you knock it on the head, now!" Butcher screams, fed the fuck up looking back and fourth between all three of them as Frenchie regrips his knife.

Suddenly 'Never Gonna Give You Up' starts playing. Butcher turns his head to M.M. who adverts his gaze down.

"Shit!" M.M. curses, looking up at Butcher first, then glances over at Frenchie and Bellamy before moving to his pocket and Butcher releases him.

He turns around, walking to the other end of the van before he shuts his eyes, answering the phone. "Hey, Monique."

Frenchie looks up at Bellamy. "I could've had him." He spits on the ground.

Bellamy nods, patting him arms as he narrows his eyes at Butcher. "Really?"

"We could use him." Butcher sighs as Bellamy scoffs, rolling his eyes in return.

"Mmm. And you lied to get him here." He points his finger at Butcher.

"Oh, come off it, would ya?" Butcher shakes his head, turning to M.M. as his phone conversation carries on. Bellamy flips his finger to the back of Butcher's head.

"Ooh, I forgot to marinade the tilapia. I am so sorry, sweetheart."

Bellamy sighs, reframing from kicking his foot against the door and causing anymore of a reason for people to grow suspicious as they just rocked the van and screamed at each other, that'll keep under cover.

"How about this," M.M. says, quickly glancing over his shoulder at the rest of them and everyone stares at him as Hughie raises an eyebrow at Butcher, subtly motioning to M.M. and Butcher shrugs. "How about, on my way home from work, I stop by DeLuca's, pick up two fat tenderloins, some portobello mushrooms, that pinot that you love so much."

"Ugh." Bellamy lets out a noise of distain, turning his attention to Frenchie who's still cooling down. He places his hand on Frenchie's shoulder. "You good?"

Frenchie jaw rocks back and fourth as he nods.

"Okay, I-I got to go." M.M. rushes out. "All right, sweetheart." His voice lowers and Bellamy throws his head back, growing impatient.

M.M. whispers a few more words before there's a pause and then a kissing sound and Bellamy and Frenchie all burst out laughing, Butcher hunches over, joining in.

"Fuck all of y'all, okay?" M.M. tells them, exhaling.

"All right. All right." Butcher says in between laughs. "Listen, you three knobbers kiss and make up, yeah?" He motions from M.M. to Frenchie and Bellamy as Frenchie rolls his head side to side. "We got a fucking job to do."

M.M. looks at Frenchie and he shakes his head.

"Fuck it. Degage, huh?" He says to M.M. and they shake hands before making kissing noises at him.

"Get out of here." M.M. pushes him away.

Bellamy clears his throat. "We're good." Holding out his hand for M.M. to shake as well.

"Who's this guy?" He finally asks, motioning towards Hughie.

"The new lad. Hughie." Butcher introduces. "Hughie, Mother's Milk."

Hughie does a double take. "That's a... nickname?"

"No, my mother actually named me Mother's Milk." M.M. snaps at him.

"Did-did she?"

"So we got a French whore, a mouthy prick, and a Stephen fucking Hawking. Great job, Butcher." M.M. nods.

"Well, it was Stephen fucking Hawking who dusted the Supe." Butcher brags, moving to the back of the van. "And any minute now we'll have—"

As if right on cue, the van doors are once again banged on. Everyone's attention snaps to the doors and Bellamy goes to reach for his gun.

Butcher nods to M.M. and he moves to open the doors.

"Someone else?" Hughie mutters questioningly, eyeing Butcher.

Cass taps her foot impatiently, staring at the van wondering who's fucking bright idea this was... Butcher's.

As the door pushes open, Cass takes a step back, chuckling at who she see's. "Mmm, that didn't take long."

M.M. sighs. "Good to have you here." He shakes his head as he steps back to let her in, wondering how on fucking Earth Butcher talked this woman into coming back.

She smirks, entering the van her eyes immediately narrow in fury as they zero in on him. He stares back at her in horror, his blood running cold.

"Now, who's this?" Hughie asks Frenchie quietly, earning a breathy laugh as he looks down, scratching the back of his head.

Cass scoffs turning to Butcher as he walks up to her with his arms held up in welcome and her palms smacks across his cheek causing Hughie's eyes to widen. "I knew it, you mother fucker."

In one swift motion she marches over to Bellamy and knees him in the stomach. As he lets out a groan, hunching over she grabs the back of his head and slams his face into the counter.

"Ooo." M. M. and Butcher whistle as they watch and Frenchie

"Kid had it coming." M. M. mutters.

Cass looks up at Hughie as he stands in front of her with wide eyes. He gulps as she eyes him up at down with a smile. "And you are?"

"I'm, um, Hughie." He scrambles to hold out his hand to shake, already frightened of the blonde standing in front of him.

"Ah." Cass clicks her tongue, standing up straight as Bellamy clutches his nose. "Hughie." She dips her head towards him. "Where'd ya find this one?" She looks over at Butcher.

"Ah, you know." He shrugs, moving to grab a box. "He dusted a Supe."

"Did he?" Cass hums, glancing back at Hughie over her shoulder before moving her attention to Frenchie who is currently checking on Bellamy. "Well, since nobody else around here is competent enough."

"Who is she?" Hughie asks again, just as he did with M.M.

"She," Cass slowly walks over to him. "Can speak for herself, and you can call me Cassius." She twirls a small knife in her hand that Hughie didn't notice she was holding before.

She points it towards him and before he can even blink or flinch she snaps the knife in Bellamy and Frenchie's direction and it breezes past Bellamy's face, slicing his ear it lands in the wall of the van, her eyes never leaving Hughie.

"Oh, here we go." M.M. clears his throat. Butcher smirks.

"Fils de pute." Frenchie mutters, shaking his head.

"Tu as de la chance que ce ne soit pas toi." Cassius snaps back, the language rolling effortlessly off her tongue. "I'm an old partner, let's just say that."

Bellamy scoffs quietly, licking his thumb and rubbing the top of his ear he swipes a bit of red.

Why is she here? Why is she here? WHY is. she here. Is all Bellamy can repeat to himself in his head.

"Now." Cass claps her hands together loudly. "Are you ladies gonna fill me in on what the hell this," She waves her hand around the van, "Is and we get started?"

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Hellooo patriots!! Hahaha, welcome back to Moronic Morosis! We're still going strong with Thursday's even the The Boys S4 is over (& it's already been 2 weeks?! WHAT?!)

Also, little insight on Frenchie & Cass's convo in French, bc yes she can speak it & y'all will find out she is a language learning whore lmao, Frenchie: "Son of a bitch" & Cass: "You're luck it wasn't you"

Anywayssss, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter!! M.M. & Frenchie's little spat in this scene always cracks me tf up for no fucking reason lmao. And hope y'all enjoyed more of Cass <3

I was SO excited to write her reunion with Bellamy  & his reaction to her coming back hehehe... Don't forget to comment y'all's thoughts, reactions, & questions!! They're so motivating !! 

Until next time, mwauh!!