so this is from a mob AU idea where Jack leaves for Russian to try to track down his daughter who he thought was dead but ends up encountering old demons. Rhys, feeling angry and lonely, decides to follow him. 

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Rhys remembered very little of what had happened. 

He had finally been able to track down Jack to a warehouse in St. Petersburg with Wilhelm’s help, but like a fool he had run off before the bulky, bear-like man had finished securing the perimeter, and had ended up getting in between a shootout between Jack and a thin, wan looking man with a goatee and a cold expression. He remembered Jack’s surprised cry, and the flash of the muzzle on the thin man’s gun as he flung himself in front of his alpha. Beyond that, he could recall little more than the burning, piercing pain in his gut and the blurry, swaying image of Jack’s blood spattered face before he passed out completely. 

The present comes back to him slowly, encouraged with gentle, broad hands rubbing his arm and caressing his brow. A familiar, dusky scent flutters in his nose as he slowly opens his eyes to see Jack’s face once more, clean of the blood and grime of the fight but still creased in worry.

“God, зайчик, мой зайчик,” Jack gasped, furiously stroking back Rhys’ hair as he leaned over the omega, his other hand lifting to cup the omega’s face. Rhys mustered up a small smile, despite the numb exhaustion spread throughout his body. 

“There’s…there’s the face I traveled four thousand miles for….” Rhys rasped, eyelids fluttering closed with every delicate kiss Jack peppered over his face. He could feel the heat of Jack’s tears but said nothing about them, letting the Russian cry openly as he rubbed their noses together, nostrils flaring as he scented his mate free of the sterile, surgical absence. 

“I…almost lost you.”

Rhys let Jack rest against up against him, the two of them content to be close in relative silence, until the door to the medical room swung open with a metallic screech. 

Rhys didn’t know the woman who entered, but Jack’s lack of reaction told him she was trustworthy. The clean aqua scrubs she wore was undercut by the heavy, old black military boots that clumped against the floor as she walked to the side of the bed, tsk-ing rather loudly. 

“Nina did very good job stitching up omega, do not push it, Vanya. You very lucky she able to save them!”

Rhys’ face twitched, looking over to the nurse with a perplexed frown. Jack perked up as well, following Rhys’ glance. 

“Uh…excuse me but…them?” The omega asked. 

The nurse looked at him incredulously, before shaking her head at Jack.

“I suppose is good Vanya is not interested in omega that willfully put pups in danger, but you be more careful, yes?” She wagged her finger at both of them, thick lips downturned. 

Rhys felt his heart stop, brows furrowing in confusion. Had….had he heard that wrong?

“What…I…what do you…pups?” Jack stammered, gaze shifting imperceptibly between Rhys’ face and the nurse as she moved to a row of chipped wood cabinets and took out a couple of sterilized instruments. 

“Omega is pregnant. Is very lucky bullet not pierce womb! Nina is very good, but you know, Vanya, you know, yes?” She smiled over her shoulder as she snapped on a pair of opaque latex gloves. 

Rhys stared down at himself, before looking up at Jack. The alpha looked stunned, beads of tears gathering at the corner of his eyes as he gazed back. The omega rested a hand against his stomach, before his shocked lips curled up into a smile. 

“Guess we gotta be more careful from now on….huh?”