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Delta stood just outside Darrow's room, swaying slightly as he stared at the door. So long. It had been... too long. That made that difficult. But by that measure, putting it off any longer was unlikely too make it any easier. So with a heavy sigh, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

DG had actually been napping for once. Head cupped is mechanical hand and body relaxed on his bed, he had just drifted of into what could be classified as proper sleep. Truly, it was a rare sight.

And one, that didn’t last, as the knocking on door immediately awakened him. His cybernetic eye opened first, glowing dull red as it glanced at the door.

"It’s open." He called to his visitor. He didn’t want to get up today.

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"There is nothing wrong." Nothing new, at least. "As you must have noticed, I am not entirely confident when it comes to my emotions and communicating them." He took a few small steps towards the other agent. His voice was calmer than he felt, his words more formal than they usually would be around Darrow. "It it’s why this has taken me so long, which I apologize for. But I have been feeling with increased certainty that it is, if not necessary, our most likely path to a desirable outcome."

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The arching of DG's eyebrow swapped sides and the Greek agent inclined his head in the same direction slightly. Rarely was he ever confused, for he often tinkered with machines that offered no emotion, or spoke to the Director, who was pretty much universally calm. Emotions, however, were harder to grasp. It seemed to be a common theme with the majority of the Greek agents, from what he had observed, It was, however, especially pronounced in himself.

And, he supposed to an extent, Delta as well. So why...

"And you know I do not do riddles." DG shook his head, then offered in an oddly gentle voice, "Take your time if you have to, but I do not follow your meaning."

#agentdelta

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Delta stood just outside Darrow's room, swaying slightly as he stared at the door. So long. It had been... too long. That made that difficult. But by that measure, putting it off any longer was unlikely too make it any easier. So with a heavy sigh, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

DG had actually been napping for once. Head cupped is mechanical hand and body relaxed on his bed, he had just drifted of into what could be classified as proper sleep. Truly, it was a rare sight.

And one, that didn’t last, as the knocking on door immediately awakened him. His cybernetic eye opened first, glowing dull red as it glanced at the door.

"It’s open." He called to his visitor. He didn’t want to get up today.

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Delta closed his eyes for a moment before stepping into the room, hands pressed to the sides of his legs.

There was a reason this was so difficult, and the reason was… he was a coward. Yes, the Specialist could be brave, even selfless, when the situation called for it, but in this situation… It had seemed better to remove himself. Emotions had been getting in the way of his work, and he couldn’t let that happen. Him of all people. So he had started keeping to himself again, taking whatever tasks and assignments he could, devoting himself to personal projects when he had to. But he was beginning to see how cowardly that had been. And—perhaps ironically, given his place on the team—selfish.

He bit his lower lip slightly and spoke with a low, raspy tone. “Darrow.”

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Upon seeing Delta enter the room, DG was immediately on his feet. He slowly approached the other Greek agent, a faint hint of a smile on his face.

"D. You have not been up here in a while. What bring you?" He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

As his cybernetic eye scanned over Delta and fed back to him, however, it was clear that something wasn't quite right with the other agent.

"Delta?" Now DG was frowning. "What is wrong? You seem... tense."

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Delta stood just outside Darrow's room, swaying slightly as he stared at the door. So long. It had been... too long. That made that difficult. But by that measure, putting it off any longer was unlikely too make it any easier. So with a heavy sigh, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

DG had actually been napping for once. Head cupped is mechanical hand and body relaxed on his bed, he had just drifted of into what could be classified as proper sleep. Truly, it was a rare sight.

And one, that didn't last, as the knocking on door immediately awakened him. His cybernetic eye opened first, glowing dull red as it glanced at the door.

"It's open." He called to his visitor. He didn't want to get up today.

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[Dishonesty hour - DG] So... what's the deal with you and Delta?

"Nothing. We’re just friends. That’s all." DG lowered his gaze.

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Gamma pressed her lips together. “You can’t lie to me, DG.”

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"Oh, because you'd know all about that."

DG rarely snapped, but he was working on something important for the Director and really didn't need distracting right now.

"Besides, even if we were, which we're not, it wouldn't be anyone elses's business."

#agentgamma #agent-gamma #oops someone's grumpy

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The Way It's Supposed to Be [Double DG]

Epsilon had wanted him to get some rest, but Delta couldn’t sleep, not after what had happened. All there would be to greet him would be nightmares, probably about York, and he didn’t want to relive that yet. Instead, he was sitting at the head of his bed, leaning back with his eyes closed and earphones on, listening to a recorded lecture on algebraic geometry. His jaw was starting to feel stiff and swollen, and breathing through his nose was less comfortable than it should have been, but at least the pain was gone. The physical pain, at least, but he couldn’t do anything about the rest at the moment.

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Epsilon had told DG to go see Delta, though the sniper hadn't told the mechanic what was up with him. So, finishing his repairs on a Warthog, he went to Delta's quarters, not even pulling the goggles from his eyes or bothering to wash his dirt covered face.

If something was wrong with Delta, then nothing else mattered to him, he found nowadays.

Pausing outside Delta's door, he gave it a gentle knock with his prosthetic hand.

#agentdelta #double dg

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"Digamma, right?" A raven haired man clothed in a black leather jacket and dark jeans, asked. "I.. need to talk to you."

DG lifted his goggles off his face, resting them on his dusty, reddish-brown hair. Where they had covered his eyes, there were two rings of clean skin where the soot of the machinery he was working on had not gotten. Grey and red optics studied the newcomer.

"Epsilon?" It seemed he vaguely recognised the other Agent. Or maybe it was because he had used his cybernetic eye to scan and identify him. "What do you need me for?"

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Ep sucked in a slow breath, “In his room.. I found him after York’s last- encounter with him… after I broke York’s jaw.. should have killed him..” Chewing his lower lip lightly, he uncrossed his arms and began twisting his index finger ring. “He may be asleep by now and really I hope he is, the pain killers would have kicked in by now.”

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DG's anger simmered down a little as moral instinct once more flooded his mind. Still, it was an effort to unclench his hand.

"Killing would solve nothing." He managed in the end after some time of being locked in thought. "The long arm of Justice will seek him out and catch him soon enough."

DG stared intently past Epsilon, wondering if he should go see Delta or not. He soon made up his mind.

"I'll go see him."

He hadn't specified who. He more meant Delta, part of him thought, but in reality, he supposed he meant both.

#totallycompletelysane

"You're... Digamma, right? Diggy?"

"I prefer that you did not call me Diggy..." DG looked up temporarily from his work. "But, yes. Who is asking?"

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"Digamma, right?" A raven haired man clothed in a black leather jacket and dark jeans, asked. "I.. need to talk to you."

DG lifted his goggles off his face, resting them on his dusty, reddish-brown hair. Where they had covered his eyes, there were two rings of clean skin where the soot of the machinery he was working on had not gotten. Grey and red optics studied the newcomer.

"Epsilon?" It seemed he vaguely recognised the other Agent. Or maybe it was because he had used his cybernetic eye to scan and identify him. "What do you need me for?"

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Seeing the way Digamma seemed to forget everything else at the mention of his brother, Epsilon almost smiled. It was a comforting thing to know that there were others willing to do anything for Delta.

"You won’t like this.. I sure as fuck didn’t… hell, I shot York for half of it.." Epsilon pushed off the wall, arms crossed over his chest and face hard in disgust at just remembering it.

“York beat Delta over a tantrum a while back, we thought it was over.. they were trying to patch things up… Delta went through hell and back.. and I hate myself because admittedly part of that was because of me.. But now- it happened again. York’s gone way too far and if he gets off this ship he wont ever pay for what he did like he deserves.”

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DG listened intently, his robotic hand slowly clenching into a fist the more Epsilon talked. By the time the other agent was done, anything that may have been in his hand would have been crushed. Sparks visibly flew off the limb and his cybernetic eye flared red.

"Where is he? Delta, I mean." Somehow, DG kept his voice level. "Is he alright?"

He honestly didn't know he kept his voice that calm when the anger within him was evident in other ways.

#totallycompletelysane

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"Digamma, right?" A raven haired man clothed in a black leather jacket and dark jeans, asked. "I.. need to talk to you."

DG lifted his goggles off his face, resting them on his dusty, reddish-brown hair. Where they had covered his eyes, there were two rings of clean skin where the soot of the machinery he was working on had not gotten. Grey and red optics studied the newcomer.

"Epsilon?" It seemed he vaguely recognised the other Agent. Or maybe it was because he had used his cybernetic eye to scan and identify him. "What do you need me for?"

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Epsilon remembered the other agent, or at least how he looked, Ep had never spoken to him. There had been occasions Delta had spoken of him but those were brief and fleeting and the sniper had never been one to pry.

"It’s about York.. actually it’s more about Dee."

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DG raised an eyebrow.

"York?"

Then he tilted his head.

"Delta? What is going on?"

He downed his tools completely. The sniper now had the mechanic's undivided attention.

#totallycompletelysane #dooon't be nervous #hello

"Digamma, right?" A raven haired man clothed in a black leather jacket and dark jeans, asked. "I.. need to talk to you."

DG lifted his goggles off his face, resting them on his dusty, reddish-brown hair. Where they had covered his eyes, there were two rings of clean skin where the soot of the machinery he was working on had not gotten. Grey and red optics studied the newcomer.

"Epsilon?" It seemed he vaguely recognised the other Agent. Or maybe it was because he had used his cybernetic eye to scan and identify him. "What do you need me for?"

♥♥ [i would send you like a hundred of these if i could]

((2. Raising a baby together for three days))

Cali had announced she was going for an extended weekend break alone for three days.

She had been reluctant to go at first. Since she had accepted being a surrogate for DG and Delta's child, she had never really been out of the baby's life. This was the first time she was leaving the three of them alone together. DG had insisted they would be fine though, which eventually persuaded Cali to finally book the holiday. And now it was time for her to leave.

"He should be fine on formula for a few days." Cali told them. "Remember to bath him every night. And give him a bottle before he goes to bed, and..."

"Dallas, please." There was a soft reprimand from DG. "D and I will be just fine. We've gotten Derek into a good routine now. We'll manage."

"I know, I know." Cali wore a worried expression. "It's just that..."

"We understand." Delta chipped in. "But please, we have everything covered. Go and relax."

Finally, California left. And, in predictable fashion, everything went downhill from there.

For a start, young Derek felt that the first day of Cali's absence, of all days, would be a fantastic time to change his routine once again, from feeding times to changing times and even napping times.

Then he kept waking up in the middle of the night.

Delta had insisted to DG Derek was likely missing Cali, but when Derek woke up for the fifth time that night, DG (who had attended him all night) just slapped Delta tiredly with his pillow and told him it was his turn to go.

The second day went a little better than the first, but both DG and Delta were barely standing by the end of it. And still Derek wouldn't settle in the night until they moved his cot into their room.

By the end of the third day, all three were curled up on the sofa, with DG and Delta holding Derek between them. It was how Cali found them when she returned.

As much as she wanted to cuddle Derek, she hadn't the heart to disturb the three.

♥♥

((13. A friendly kiss on the cheek))

It had been a long and stressful mission and one that DG had actually been allowed to go on. Delta had been on the mission too, helping DG infiltrate. Then all shit had flown out the pan and the next thing everyone knew, there was bullets and shrapnel flying everywhere.

It was over, now though.

After debriefing, DG had hung back, knowing that Delta would more than likely sneak off to the showers the first opportunity he got. The minute Delta's individual debriefing was finished and no-one else was around, DG pounced, yanking Delta around a corner out of sight to give him a little kiss on his shrapnel covered cheek. Delta's eyes betrayed his surprise.

"I've been waiting all mission to do that." DG could taste the gunpowder on his tongue as he gave Delta an almost uncharacteristic, loving smile.

Delta gave him a puzzled look. "I do not understand why."

"We always have to have something to look forward to after missions." DG left him with that, heading towards his workshop.

Delta contemplated what he meant for the rest of the day.

It wasn't long before he was wondering what DG would have in store for him after every mission they went on. They very thought as the missions drew to a close was enough to force a smile from him.

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

Delta never raised his voice. He saw no need to. It just made things worse, normally.

But seeing DG draw the pistol on him like that, cyborg optic flaring red, and sparks flying from his prosthetic arm... something, something just snapped in him. His resolve, his barriers... his... everything, he supposed, upon looking back.

"Darrow! Put. The Weapon. Down!"

"Don't you dare call me that!" DG was roaring by this point.

Delta barely remembered how or why it had come to this. He had come back, with York, Tex and Omega. The ship was going down. He hadn't wanted to run into anyone, but then he and York had gotten separated and then...

DG. Besides the Director, or Carolina, he was the last person he had wanted to run into.

"Darrow..." He tried again, pitifully aware how much like begging his voice sounded. DG didn't even let him try.

"No! You lost right to that name when you left me." DG was growling deeper than Maine now. "With Omega, of ALL people. How? Do I mean nothing to you?"

"It wasn't like that. And York came with me, and there is Agent Texas as well..." Delta knew he was clutching at straws, but he had to try. He had to try something, anything, to bring the other agent around.

"You, betrayed us. Epsilon's dead, Theta's gone to pieces, Sigma is got knows where, Gamma has started going crazy too and on top of that the twins are starting to go the same way Epsilon went!" DG clenched the weapon tighter. "And... and all we get... all I get, is a pathetic letter!"

"Digamma." Delta's voice was low, dangerous. "I did not want to leave. But I had to. It's the dreams, the memories... Tex found something. It is all linked together. This project isn't what it seems. It would have taken too long to explain. Please... trust me."

"Trust you?!" DG surged forward, roughly pushing him down to the ground. "You had better start explaining, or I swear, Delta..."

"I can't do that."

A pause hung in the air. A frustrated sigh escaped DG.

"God.... Damn it, Delta! Don't make me do this!"

And that was when Delta realised, that maybe... maybe DG could come around... It was soon dashed when his former friend... lover, even, rushed at him again.

He rolled, catching his leg and they grappled in the floor. In the confusion, the gun went off. At first, Delta though he had been hit, until he realised the crimson that stained his armour was not his own. Nausea rose up in him.

"Darrow..." He clutched at the injured agent. "I'm sorry..."

DG's glare could've killed.

"Don't... do not give me your false pity." DG hissed. "Just... go. You were going to anyway, so go... do what you have to for your... precious... little... friends...."

Delta didn't move.

"Go, Delta! If you have any scrap of honour left for me, you'll let me die here, with this ship. Let me die a dignified death!" DG barked. "Go! Before I change my mind and finish what I started."

With great reluctance, Delta rose.

"I'm sorry." He repeated from before, then left DG to his fiery fate.

Or at least, that's what he thought, anyway.

I'm sorry things ended up this way...

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Forever [Double DG multipart drabble]

[So…. Kara and I were plotting in Skype last night and… this happened.]

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