One Call- [Trafalgar Law x Reader] Ch. 1

Life could be stressful, sometimes boring, but over all quite average. You were fine with that. Going to school like everybody else, going to work like everybody else. Mundane was just what it was cracked up to be, and your assumption was that this was all it ever would be until the day you died. You thought you could live with that, just that, and you thought you didn’t really have much of a choice anyways. What, was someone magically going to walk into your life after the mix up of a lifetime and ‘change your world forever’? Obviously that only happened in fairy tales and cinema dramas designed to reel you in so you would spend your money. But you were no idiot, you didn’t fall for such cliches. Besides, you didn’t think you had time to consider the potentials the world around you held, not with so many damn classes to be worrying about. Being in your second year at your town's local university was having its drawbacks; like exams. Damn your friends who had dropped out or decided to take a gap year.

It was so late. So fucking late. Cramming for a midterm at almost two in the morning was not how you intended to spend your tuesday night. You had always lived by the motto ‘if I don’t know it by midnight, I just don’t know it’, but somehow it looks like your morals had shifted. You were just about to call it quits, and admit defeat for now, when your calming study-music playlist was replaced by the ringtone set up on your phone. Who in their right mind would be calling you at this hour? Looking at the number on your screen you saw it was unregistered, and that only served to confuse you further. Maybe it was the sleep deprived delirium settling into every crevice of your brain, or maybe just plain curiosity, but you decided to answer.

“...Hello? Who is this?”

…

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

A deep, but noticeably frustrated voice was heard on the other end at last:

“Fuck.”

An awkward pause followed this stranger’s statement. Not knowing where to go from here, your overworked brain finally managed to utter a few words of common sense to keep the conversation rolling. Damn you were sleepy.

“Uh hi, who are you?”

“I don’t have a lot of time. Listen very carefully to me and don’t fuck this up.”

Oh well shit, mystery man seemed to have a mysterious stick shoved up his ass. You were too tired to deal with this right now.

“Excuse me? Who the hell are you to be saying this to me. I’m hanging up.”

“N-No! Don’t.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t, and I’ll give you a hint, it better be “I’m sorry”!”

You heard the same mystery man uttering a few choice curses on the other end of the line before, with reluctance, he progressed.

“I’m sorry. Happy? Now listen.”

Having gotten up to get yourself ready to head to bed, you decided to indulge the stranger further, maybe chalk that one up to the pure need to switch focus from studying for one moment to something mildly interesting.

“I’ve been taken into custody and my keys will not be returned to me until I’ve sobered up. I’m not spending the night here, come pick me up.”

Having been washing your face at the time, you had to get him to repeat that. He did so angrily.

“Okay so you’re a criminal and also intoxicated and you want me, a complete stranger, to come get you?”

“Yes.”

“Damn no wonder they won’t let you drive, you really are gone.”

You could tell what you had said had embarrassed this stranger, despite not being able to see the slight blush on his face, but you could hear it in his voice.

“Shut the hell up!” He snarled “I misdialed the number I was trying to get a hold of, but you’re my one call that I’ve got and I cannot spend the night here so I expect you-”

The stranger was cut off for a moment and you could tell that he was snapping angrily at someone on his end of things. Most likely a prison guard trying to retrieve the phone from him because he had gone over the 10 minute limit. Assuming this was all really happening. “Just come.” was the last thing you heard before the line went blank and you gained enough sense to tell your shit brain to turn your phone off.

Now what to do… drive out to the police station which was maybe 40 minutes away at 2:30 in the morning? Or go to sleep so you could rest up for your midterm at 10 the next day.

‘Well, maybe mundane is overrated’ you thought blankly as you threw on a hoodie and snagged your keys on the way out the door.