goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"Their what?" What. WHat the fuck. What the fuck what the fuck Delta starts all but screaming in the back of his head at the name and that has him shuddering, trying to calm down both Wash AND D and not managing either all that well. "their what? CLair what are they planning?"

The name seems to hit something in Carolina, and for a second there's a flash of hurt in her eyes, and her expression falters. "They recovered Maine's body," she says bluntly. "They want to recreate the Meta, the thing he became, as a kind of weapon. A berserker. Won't question orders. Just kill." She takes a breath, grits her teeth.

"..." Okay. New plan. Brand new plan. If they have the armor and the upgrades-

D, do you think you could-

Yes.

No question, no hesitation. Yes.

That could be the tipping point. He has to make sure he can keep them safe on the run for it. And keep them from digging into armonia. "He's been trying to get you both broken to do it."

There is a tight nod from Carolina. "Yes. They haven't said as much, but it's easy to make a guess. We have the AI ports already. It'll be one of us."

"Maine deserved better," Wash says, a vicious savagery in his voice. It's easier to feel anger for Maine than it is for himself. "They have him there, his armour, strung up like a fucking trophy."

"You all deserve better." And they'll do what they can to make it happen. He doesn't want to leave Wash. Can't. Curls close and extends an arm to Carolina, even. "C'mere."

Wash burrows his face against York's chest and curls close to his warmth. He thinks his mind's made up, assuming he can keep it that way. Fuck knows, they might drag him out and lobotomise him tomorrow.

Carolina looks at York for a moment, glances at the door. "I should go. I have orders."

"He needs us." Not just him. Both of them. It's easy to cling to Wash and pretend it's just them but- that tears them apart as much as not helping at all. It needs to be all of them. "Will ten minutes make you disobedient?"

The last thing he wants is to land either of them in that chair again. Ever.

Carolina hesitates for a moment before she climbs onto the bed next to him. She's still wearing her armour, still unapproachable in so many ways. "I can spare ten minutes."

"Lose the helmet. He needs to see you." Not the mask. Not the soldier. Resituating them so he's between wash and the wall and Wash is sandwiched neatly between him and Carolina- it's quick and painless.

She's reluctant to do it, feels like she needs that control right now. But she reaches up and unfastens the latches, then pulls her helmet off. She doesn't look at York, focuses on Wash instead, who's watching her with what she can only describe as exhaustion. THere's despair in his eyes. She'd never wanted to see their rookie like this. She reaches ou, runs her fingers through his hair and bumps their foreheads together. "Hey Wash."

"Hey boss." He gives a weak smile. "Sorry I- I keep fucking up."

"You didn't."

"Not your fault. Neither of you are at fault." He murmurs, tipping his head down enough to nuzzle the nape of Wash's neck. His other hand slips up and around, curling through Carolina's hair. Without any option but to obey- why wouldn't they?

They're trapped. Locked up.

Damn good thing he's always been a fair hand at locks.

Wash sighs and settles back down, closing his eyes. Tomorrow will probably be awful. Control isn't going to be pleased with him. But right now he's about as comfortable as he can be considering the circumstances.

Carolina's expression is wary when he touches her. It's been a long time since the Project, since whatever they'd had there that they'd never been able or willing to pursue.

She stays there fora while longer before carefully extricating herself. "I have to go. I shouldn't even leave you here with him but I don't want to leave him alone."

"I'll escort myself back to my room. It's not that far. Won't make any trouble." Not if it lands them in hot water. He'd been behaving out of a lack of options before but now?

The risks he takes aren't falling on him.

"Alright," Carolina replies with a nod. "And take care of him, York."

And with that she slips from the room, closing the door behind her.

Wash turns to press against York once she's gone, jerks his head towards the door. "You could get out, if you wanted. Take my armour. There's a camo unit on it."

"Sure thing, boss." He murmurs, curling close around Wash. Protecting him with his body. "Shh. All we need is a terminal. Somewhere I can plug D in. A suit. And a distraction."

His own armor's probably been tampered with by now. No reason to go back to it.

"...David. Where's the trophy room?"

Really Wash wants nothing more than to go to sleep curled up with York. His head is killing. But there's always that worry that tomorrow he'll wake up and he won't be himself.

He frowns at that question, brow furrowing. He opens his mouth to speak, closes it and then shakes his head. "I can't tell you." He thumps his head back against the pillow in frustration. "Wanted to tell you stuff in person. Couldn't. Took everything to give you that message."

"okay. Okay." He turns his head to kiss Wash's cheek. "It's okay. Don't force it. Nod if you've got a terminal in here."

That much they can do, right? Right.

"Sorry," Wash says. "I really fucking hate this." Can't talk specifics 'cause his own brain seizes up and stops him and that is a really shitty feeling.

He does nod though. He's got a terminal.

"We'll fix it. I promise, we'll fix it." He kisses his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips. Gently. So damn gently. "I mean it."

Wash kisses back for a moment. "I hate myself for getting into this position," he admits. "Should have left so long ago but I-" He'd been grateful, he'd been won over by the idea of someone being invested enough to save him, and then they'd fucked with his head and he hadn't thought very much of his own thoughts for a long time. "I was scared and I was fucking stupid."

"You were scared." Anyone would take a hand up and out of a pit after what Wash had been through. Fixing this- trying to fix it is gonna be hard. "Get some rest. Okay? I'll be here till you fall asleep."

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I became the monster none of us wanted to be." He nods tiredly, closes his eyes. "Hey York. Taylor. If I wake up and I'm not... not me... don't let me hurt anyone else, okay?"

"You were forced. You didn't get a choice." It breaks his heart to hear Wash sound so goddamn tired- he tips his face up to pres another soft, sweet kiss to his hips. "I won't let you hurt anyone. Even yourself. Get some sleep, David."

He wasn't sure if he should bite back the sentiment- but it is true. "Love you, baby. I'll take care of you. Promise."

He feels like he had a choice. Logically looking at it with fresh eyes, he knows that he never did. That he was given the illusion of a choice. Probably helped the Chariman if they thought it was a choice, not coercion. But it's hard to understand that truly. He kisses back, twines his legs with Taylor's.

There's a lump in his throat when he hears those words. "Love you too," he says, and it's true. It really is.

It's easier to fall asleep with York there, and soon he's out. Not the most restful sleep, not peaceful, but better than nothing.

Step one: Get Delta access to that terminal. Step two: Get a map.

Step three: Make a distraction. Step four: get to that meta suit and steal the FUCK out of it.

Step five: collect wash. Step Six: Blow this place to kingdom come.

Liklihood of managing? Slim to none.

SLim's better than none.

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