//Possessive thing for DG and Delta. (I know this wouldn't work but I want to see Delta possessive of DG for a change.)
Delta rubbed the back of his hand as he watched DG. They were on one of the rare missions that required them to spend some time somewhere, blend in, work for their objectives more subtly. Delta had been hoping that would mean a chance to get more time with DG, maybe be normal for a bit, and so far things had been pretty good.
But DG had been talking to this girl for almost twenty minutes, and Delta knew how to read body language well enough to know the kind of intentions she had, and while DG didn't seem to be reciprocating her interest he also hadn't come back yet, and Delta was starting to feel annoyed. Maybe even a little jealous. He didn't consider himself a resentful person--better to learn than to dwell on the things that went wrong--but it was the only word he could think of for what he was feeling.
The emotion simmered as Delta dwelt on it. It was irrational, in a few days they would be on the Mother of Invention and he knew that DG loved him, but he couldn't shake the feeling, the anger that this girl was trying to take something that was his. Something he already feared he would lose, that he already felt he didn't deserve. He sat there for several more minutes before standing up and walking over to them, resting his hand lightly on DG's shoulder and giving the girl a flat-expressioned nod of greeting.
"Darrow," he said softly, turning his head towards the taller agent, "We should get going."
[So.... Kara and I were plotting in Skype last night and... this happened.]
Delta was half-asleep when the thought crossed his mind, and he propped himself up as he repeated it internally. He was always more nervous at night, when his thoughts could wander undirected and
“D?” Digamma asked in a tired voice, the light from his artificial eye reflecting off of the real one.
“What will happen to us if we ever leave?”
Darrow sat up, and the two men looked at each other through the low light.
“We will still be together,” he said, resting his hand on top of Delta’s. “I promise. And if we are separated, I promise to find you.”
Delta leaned forward, resting his head on Darrow’s shoulder.
“I want you to promise me the same thing,” Darrow said.
“I promise,” Delta echoed, wrapping his arms around Darrow and laying back down.
///
Delta read over the message one last time, tears stinging his eyes as his finger hovered over the send button. What he was doing… he didn’t have a choice, and all he could hope was that Darrow would understand.
///
Delta had been drifting in and out of consciousness since the building collapsed. He was sure the others were dead. Wash, Maine, Sigma and the other Specialists… if they weren’t, they would be soon, like him. He didn’t have the strength to get out from under the rubble, and if he did he wouldn’t have any means of getting to safety.
This was it, then. He hadn’t been able to save York, and now he was never going to find Darrow again.
He heard something that sounded like talking, and opened his mouth, forcing out a weak moan. It was probably an enemy, but at least they would shoot him, instead of the slow, hazy death he faced otherwise. The voices continued, and the weight of concrete slabs and steel was lifted off of him. His chest ached as he was able to take a full breath, even if it was stifling and stale. He felt his helmet being removed and cool, smooth metal against his cheek, and he opened his eyes.
His dry lips parted as he looked up at Darrow with blurred vision.
“"D, I know I'm a little late but... I'm here now. I kept my promise. You're safe."
Delta tried to reply, but he couldn’t force his vocal chords to work. He mouthed the words he had been wanting to say again for so long, the words he hadn’t said often enough when he should have.
I love you.
Darrow leaned down, resting his visor against Delta’s forehead for a long moment before wrapping his arms around him and lifting him out of the rubble before Delta blacked out again.
///
Darrow was always at Delta’s side when he woke up, telling him to eat, feeding him when he couldn’t feed himself, and Delta didn’t have the strength to struggle.
///
He didn’t want Darrow to see him the weak. He didn’t want to be a burden. Mostly, he didn’t want Darrow to realize it was too much, or that things had changed, and leave.
///
When he did protest, Darrow kissed the top of his head.
"All those times you helped take care of me. Just this once, let me take care of you."
Delta shook his head because it hurt to talk much.
"Or I'll start calling you Delta again."
Delta frowned and let Darrow help him eat.
///
Dallas would stop by to make sure they had when they needed and remind Darrow to take care of himself. Delta didn’t have the energy and usually pretended to sleep, but he felt like this meant Darrow really did mean to stay.
///
Delta woke up to find Darrow laying on the bed beside him fully clothed, as if he had collapsed there. Delta slowly crawled over to him, wrapping a thin arm around him.
When he woke up, Delta told him he needed to start taking care of himself too. Darrow resisted.
Delta admitted that he needed Darrow, that he couldn’t take care of himself.
He refused to eat unless Darrow ate at the same time.
He asked him to come to bed at night, and slept better when he did.
///
Delta was sitting up more, talking more.
He began to worry that Darrow would leave once he was better, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to plant an idea that might not be there yet.
///
Delta pulled himself out of bed, feeling lightheaded and dizzy until he adjusted. He shuffled into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Darrow from behind, nuzzling into the back of his neck.
///
Delta was having a bad day, a day he was too tired to get out of bed, a day that he felt like he is never going to really get better. Darrow brought him breakfast in bed, and Delta said he needed to ask him something.
And he asked if he still planned on keeping his promise.
And Darrow said he would never break it. That he wouldn’t have kept searching for him if he didn’t intend to stay.
And Delta held onto him with all the strength in his body.
///
Delta was having a good day, a day he felt strong, a day that reminded him he was going to get through this. He tried to help with what he could and made Darrow rest with him when he got tired again.
///
When he was stable on his feet Delta said he wanted to start training again.
They argued about how hard he should work. Delta usually gave in because he didn’t like fighting over it.
///
Delta pushed himself until he was sick and fell asleep on the couch so he wouldn’t have to watch Darrow worry over him.
///
Darrow told Delta how he felt when he came back, but not for him.
And Delta told him why he did it, and apologizes.
And they both hurt, but they knew they had each other.
And Delta finally felt like things really were going to be okay.
///
Delta was half-asleep and called Darrow Sweetheart. He’d been saying it in his head for a while.
///
Delta called Darrow Sweetheart, with a nervous, shy smile that turned into a grin when Darrow smiled back.
///
Delta leaned against Darrow, looking down at their hands as he played with his fingers.
And he asked, softly, not raising his eyes, what he thought about actually being a family, and it’s something that he never thought much about but once he did he wanted it more than almost anything.
And Darrow just kissed him, and Delta wrapped his arms around him and buried his head in his shoulder.
///
Delta said he didn’t want a proper wedding, because too many of the people he would want there were gone. Darrow said that they could have a small one, with Dallas as one of the witnesses, and was about to say with York as the other when he realizes his mistake.
And Delta went silent, and Darrow apologized over and over.
And Delta went into their study and curled up in the chair as tears ran down his face, and Darrow came in and wrapped his arms around Delta and held him and said he was sorry again and again and again, and Delta leaned into him, because even after all this time it still hurts.
And after a little while he apologized for ruining the moment, and Darrow smiled and kissed him and told him they were even.
The Adam's Family! Well, more like Halloween. (Δ/Ϝ)
Halloween had descended upon the Mother of Invention, and the Director had allowed everyone to go and part, trick or treat and have fun (as long as they weren't hammered in the morning, that is). Surprisingly, it was also a certain Greek agent's favourite time of year. And that certain agent was DG.
It was the only time of year when the normally serious, uptight soldier let go of his facade and became the resident joker. For he had something that nearly everyone else on the ship lacked: cybernetics. DG's glowing left eye and robot right arm allowed him to play some hilarious and spooky tricks. And that's what he was planning on doing tonight.
He pulled the latex glove into his robot hand, before finishing its transformation with a little dusting of powder and paint. He had installed a camera into it it earlier to his cybernetic eye could control and see through his hand. DG unscrewed the hand from his arm and set it on the floor.
It looked exactly like the Hand from the Adams' Family. Perfect.
He chuckled, opening his door, before sending it on its way with a little bucket for sweets. He surprised a few others first to test it out, before going to his first true victim: Delta.
Delta woke in a cold sweat, his hands clutching the sides of his head as he pulled himself out of the tangle of blankets. Once his breathing started to even out, he moved up and switched on the light. He had been sleeping slightly better since he spoke with Darrow, but he had always had ups and downs with it. Always. The word had no meaning to him.
He lay back down and closed his eyes, but it was clear he wouldn't be sleeping again soon, between the adrenaline coursing through his blood and the images burned into his eyelids. He could work, but that would only distract him, not help with anything. His mind was already on Darrow, so after lying there a few more moments he got up and sent a message to the other Greek Agent.
Delta found it difficult to relax on the rare occasion that Darrow was out on a mission, but exhaustion from his own work had eventually taken its toll and he had fallen into a fitful sleep. A few hours later he started awake to a pounding on his door and he sat up, confused for a moment as he came out of his dream. No, this was really happening. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood. Who would be looking for him at this hour? Psi, maybe Theta, but that seemed unlikely. What if something had happened to Darrow? He didn’t think anyone other than York knew about their relationship, so he doubted he would have been notified.
But when he unlocked and opened the door, he found Darrow himself standing there, wavering on his feet. His armor was covered in dents and scrapes, and there were streaks of the dark red of fresh blood. His prosthetic arm was torn up and that shoulder panel was missing, and he stood as if he were favoring one of his legs.
He must have still been dreaming, he thought. It wouldn’t have been the first time that Darrow had made his way into Delta’s nightmares, beaten or broken or dead. But it didn’t feel like a dream.
Darrow limped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around the smaller Agent, who stood frozen for a moment before returning his embrace, his mind suddenly working at full speed again.
“What happened?” he asked in a soft, deeply concerned voice. “Shouldn’t you be in the med bay?”
Darrow leaned into him.
“I just… needed to see you first. Delta, I…” He brought his left hand up to Delta’s face, and Delta reached up to remove Darrow’s helmet, looking into his eyes.
“What happened?” he asked. This wasn’t like Darrow. He was focused and level-headed, even in battle. It was why he was a Freelancer and one of the reasons Delta felt as he did about him.
The older agent leaned his forehead against the younger’s and closed his eyes. Delta realized he was crying.
“You know I’d be willing to die to protect my team, D. That hasn’t changed. But being there… fighting, and knowing that if I failed, I would never see you again, I… it scared me. More than it rightfully should have, but I… I just needed to see you as soon as I was able to.”
Delta stroked his hair and kissed his cheek lightly, finding himself blinking back tears as he imagined that.
“It’s fine, Darrow, and It’s… so good to see you.” His voice shook slightly. He wrapped his arm around the other agent’s waist. No one would question it, given his physical state. “Let’s go get you fixed up, okay?”
[break my heart meme] Delta and York have gone rogue. He didn't get a chance to say goodbye.
He picks up the data pad in his artificial hand that barely rises. He doesn’t feel like devoting any brainpower into lifting it, but in the end he does. He reads the message for the umpteenth time. It’s still as raw as the first.
Agent Digamma. Darrow.
I wish I could have explained to you, but there is no time. We have to move before he finds out what we’re doing.
I don’t really understand it, either. But York is my partner, so I have to trust him, even if that means trusting Texas and Omega…
The Director did something to us, Darrow. I’m not sure what exactly, but I think it has something to do with those dreams I told you about, and those memories neither of us can seem to remember.
I’m… sorry, Darrow. I wish I could have said goodbye. I hope in time you understand why I was unable to in person. I’m sorry to have to do this to you.
I will… miss our time together. But I need to do the right thing. I hope you will too.
And maybe we might just see each other again. But I don’t think that is likely.
In case we don’t… goodbye, Darrow.
D.
He closed his eyes in pain. Why? Why did he have to leave? Why was he trusting her? The Director had given them everything… hadn’t he?
For once, he was confused, and his code wasn’t giving him any answers. And that frightened him more than he’d ever admit.
He felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, Darrow. We have to go.” His partner. Cali.
He didn’t raise his head nor open his eyes. His voice emerged as a near squeak as he barely contained his emotions. “… Where?”
“We’re leaving. It’s time we found some answers.” She told him. “I was wrong to stay here and… and I think Texas might have had to right idea with this break in. Something happened, and I want to know what.”
Silence met her answer. He felt the grip on his shoulder tighten slightly.
“I… understand if you want to stay here. You were close to him, weren’t you? I’d understand if you wanted to stay here with your memories-“
“… No.” He rose to his feet and opened his eyes, before transferring the data on the data pad to his helmet. “I’ll come with you.”
“It won’t be easy. We probably won’t last too long.”
“I don’t care.” And for once, he didn’t. “I want answers too. Answers to all these random dreams and memories I keep having.” And answers to why Delta left me.
“Those dreams about… Alpha, wasn’t it? You don’t think they were dreams?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t. Not any more.”
Cali nodded. “We’ll start there, then. Come on, Darrow. Let’s go find Alpha, and answers.”
He dropped the data pad, shoved his helmet on and grabbed the weapons he needed that were not already on his person, before following his partner without question.
It would be dangerous, but honestly…
What did he have to lose now when he just lost the only person he could ever bring himself to love?
