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"This is why I love D. He's my Lucky Charm." He grins, sneaking a leg out to toe at her foot. A casual little nudge. "Being without work sucks but- I'm kinda glad you were long enough to help us? It would've been awful without you."

"Yeah, I remember. I scoped them out ages ago, Carolina. Dismissed them as not being a threat." They'd looked incapable of forming even a reasonable camp. He'd just been going to leave them to die, maybe pick them off if he wanted some entertainment.

Carolina steps up next to him, and he feels dwarfed next to her, weak and childish. She's the one who deals with Control. She's the one who hands down orders and punishments.

He still doesn't expect her to grab York and he turns to her, rests a hand on her arm. "Carolina, you can't damage him. Control wants him. He's part of the boss's collection."

"He wants York compliant. I think we've been giving him too much for too little in return." She hauls York up onto his knees on the bed, other hand sneaking back to rest on Delta's chip. "Talk or you lose your friend."

"Take him and you got nothing to keep me in this room." There's no blood on his teeth when he smiles, but it's just as vicious as her voice. "Next time I get out? I'm blow'n something up. So think REAL hard if that's worth it."

"You can't do that, Carolina," Wash says, his grip tightening on her shoulder. "You don't want to. You of everyone... you'd know what it's like to have your AI ripped out. You're not the Meta. You're not the- the monster they want to create."

"No, I'm a soldier and I follow orders! I am ORDERING you to talk!" SHe gives York a shake, like that'll rattle the truth out of him.

She doesn't expect his hands to slip from her wrist to the caches on her helmet. Doesn't have time to stop him from pulling it off.

Definitely doesn't have time to think about what he's planning when he pulls her in and-

Rests his forehead against hers.

"You don't have to be a soldier all the time, Carolina."

"There's better ways to do this!" Wash says, trying to pull her arm away. But she's wearing armour and once it's locked, there's no way he can get her to move while he's not wearing his.

York is obviously insane. Wash glares at him, because it feels wrong to have someone drag her helmet off, feels like a violation. And then he's touching her, resting his head against hers.

"What are you doing?" This doesn't- this isn't- he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't. It doesn't make SENSE. Her hand is on his throat, her fingers on Delta's chip and his hands are on her face. Holding her like she held him yesterday.

"Making a point? Winging it." He shrugs and the tendons under her palm creak- she legs go of his throat, pushes herself away, eyes wide. That isn't-

"Suit up. Report to Control." To Wash. Orders. She can give orders. "We'll discuss your indiscretion later."

He knows her pretty well by now and he doesn't think he's ever seen her this unsettled. Not while they've been working together for Charon anyway.

And then the moment is gone. "Carolina..." The sharp bite of her words strikes like a whip, and he has to be a soldier again. "Yes sir," he agrees, giving York the barest flicker of a look. "I understand. What do you want me to tell Control?"

"That you were fraternizing and need a reminder of your place. Our place. Dismissed." She'll wait for Wash to leave first, giving York no room to move, no room to talk.

He's done enough damage.

He squeezes his eyes shut for one long moment, forcing down the fear churning in his gut. "Yes sir. I'll comply and accept whatever punishment I'm given."

He carefully doesn't look at York as he leaves the room.

"...it's on you. What they'll do to him. It's all on you." Before he has a chance to say much of anything, she turns on her heel and stalks out.

Well.

That...could've gone better. Shit.

He lingers outside until Carolina emerges, gaze downcast. "C- Boss?" Facing her is bad enough, but if it buys him time before he sees Control, it's worth doing.

"What?" She's in no mood for deviations. Wash is a good soldier- he's all she has left. IF he's losing confidence in the mission he becomes a liability to Charon and to himself.

She can't allow that to happen.

He doesn't flinch, just looks up at her, lets her see how tired he is, how sick feeling and scared her is. He can't hide it, not now. "What do you think they'll want to do to me? I want to be prepared."

"They'll remind you of your orders." Firm. She has to be firm, for both of them. But it doesn't stop her from reaching out to curl her fingers around his shoulder, tips brushing the scar tissue around his neural implant. "In the best way they can think of."

There's no flinch when she touches him. He knows her touch by now. His mouth has still gone dry with apprehension. No, it's terror, straight up. "I understand. I'll do better in future."

"Do NOT let him shake your focus. He wasn't there for us. He left us. He will always leave us." Because that's what York does. He runs. He covers his own skin. He doesn't stand and he doesn't care.

"I know. I know. He left us and we were saved by Charon. We owe the Chairman everything." But York was convincing and it was easy to forget that around him and he doesn't want to think of Kimball and the kids getting slaughtered.

"You mean for providing a strong bloodline?" He pokes his head out of the bathroom, foam still on his face, razor in hand. "That sounds like a really weird problem to have."

Being chased for being strong. That sounds kinda hot. Also like a hassle. "How would I ever know if they liked me for ME?" He mock whines, resuming his slow, careful motions of the razor over his throat.

"Remember that. Go. I have my orders, you have yours." Armonia needed to be scouted out. To see how much they know, what they can do with with their forces combined. With the right nudge? They'll go back to tearing each other apart.

"Yes sir," Wash says. He clasps her hand for a moment before ducking out of her grasp. Needs to get suited up before reporting to Control. "I've got my orders."

[ Her hand turns, all the better to grasp his with, though she doesn't look back behind her just yet. There's a slow droop to her shoulders, steadily descending, guilt gnawing at her insides. ]

I know you tried to find me. ...I didn't know it at the time, I learned, later. Then..

Wash. Told me your body had been recovered. I found the site you and Tex had been to when.. [her voice trails, then she swallows, regathering her composure] Seemed like once again, I was too late to be there..

And yet, here you are again. [she squeezes his hand lightly] Still here. Still lucky. I guess you relly do have to stop looking in order to find again..

[ Then she lets go, only long enough to turn back the blankets, all the better to settle in on her own side. Only once she's adjusted the pillow does she, slowly, slither down, then cautiously reaches to link fingers with him again. The space between is almost awkward, but there's nothing feigned in the smile she gives him. Small but bright, and so very very glad to have him there. ]

Of all the things I was looking for when I got here...this is the surprise I'm happiest to have had.

"Yes." She looks amused. "How you determine such a thing will be entirely for you to worry about." Amongst other problems.

"But for tonight, you won't have anything to be concerned about."

A casual nudge that gets no response. She's being professional right now, even if they are engaging in conversation. "Fortunately we don't have to worry about what could have been. Though you may find the police will want to take time to interview you today." Her too. To follow up on Delta's reports to them, and cover their own asses where required, no doubt. "So are you going home? Or do you have a holiday planned next?"

Control was not happy with him. There was guilt engrained in him, trained into him as a reaction to Control's displeasure. It was his own fault. He should never have done this, he should never have gone against them. All he could do was take his punishment and do better.

He's stripped down to his undersuit when he enters the room, nothing to get in the way. It was a small room, a padded cell really, except for the machine set by one wall. It looked a lot like one of the machines they'd used on the MoI to implant AIs.

"Agent Washington." Control's voice. "Sit down."

He obeyed, settling himself in the heavy seat in the middle of the room, starting to fasten the restraints without prompting.

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