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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[beforeblue]

"I'm coming." He nuzzles into the kiss, and climbs out of bed, stretching for a moment to work the dullness from his muscles. "You make it very hard to resist you, you know? Not surprised that all the kids are swooning over you."

[goddamngrenades]

"If it weren't for our tragic love affair, they would be. Most of the kids not in the squad have been trying and failing to hit on me." A beat. "Also if Palmomo asks you if I fucked you into a coma, you have my permission to hit him. I warned him."

[beforeblue]

"Why tragic? We both got laid." As far as things went, they were pretty successful for now. "How many hearts did you break?" It was kind of cute in a way. They needed someone to believe in. That could be a powerful reason to develop a crush.

"He actually asked that?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Cuz we thought each other was dead for yeaaaaaars and now we're in the romantic reunion honymoon stage. Apparently our week long spat was because one of us moved on in the interim or something. I dunno, kids have imagination." He shrugs and starts rolling the undersuit up his calves. "Yep. YOu're usually around throwing knives or talking to KImball. You were MIA, assumptions were made."

[beforeblue]

"Oh god, they're right," Wash says, pausing in slipping on his undersuit. "I guess moving on is a more romantic reason than me being an asshole merc." Pity it wasn't just that. "They want to change the world. Remember when we were like that?" They'd been so sure that they'd be the ones who'd win the war, save the world.

He lets out a sigh at that, shakes his head. "A guy takes one day off in the entire time I've been here."

[goddamngrenades]

"Still like that, man. I dunno about you." Fighting against incredible odds to save people he doesn't even know? Feels like the old him. He snorts a soft laugh and peels his suit up his hips. "Well they've always seen you working. THey're used to it."

[beforeblue]

He goes still for a moment. "Think I'm a bit too far gone to be trying to be a hero. If I'm doing it, I'm doing it 'cause you're here." And somehow that counted for everything right now. "You make me want to do better. Does that count?"

The suit sticks tight to his body like a second skin. Always a pain to get on, but essential equipment. "I guess. Never exactly tried to make friends."

[goddamngrenades]

"How did I go from being a terrible influence to the best one ever?" York plays it off as light- they're having a good day. Why ruin it? "Reminds me of how Carolina made me feel. Like I could be better if I tried hard enough."

No flinch this time just- idle acceptance.

[beforeblue]

"Must be your sparkling personality," Wash replies. "You got out, York. You knew something was wrong. It took till I was locked up by them to figure it out." He'd been an idiot.

He pauses at the mention of Carolina, stares down at his hands. "Yeah. She was a good leader."

[goddamngrenades]

"We'll just have to try to live up to the example she set." It's a high bar to vault, but he thinks they can manage it. Especially if the kids aren't fighting each other every damn day.

[beforeblue]

Her example. She'd been the best of them and now... "I'm glad I didn't- didn't see her fall. Or fail." It's the closest he can come to telling York the truth. "She was so bright."

[goddamngrenades]

"It was a long way down." He tries not to think about it. HOw long it'd take to hit the rocks.

[beforeblue]

He curls in on himself a little at that. Doesn't want to think of Carolina falling. Of how hurt she must have been when she dragged herself back. But she'd lost too much on the way down.

He focuses on sliding the undersuit shut instead, reaches for his armour. Each piece feels like building a wall to seal the Agent behind the mercenary.

"Let's go."

[goddamngrenades]

Plate after plate locks into place, the last thing to go on is the helmet. The HUD flares up bright, pinging motion on his left before he turns his attention to Wash. "Come on then, I'll borrow a mongoose, we can double up on that."

[beforeblue]

And just like that, it sort of feels like last night never happened. He hates the feeling. But it's easier to hide when his helmet is on, when there's nothing but grey armour between him and the world.

"Alright boss. Let's go."

[goddamngrenades]

"Don't call me boss, I might get a big head." He snorts, reaching over to nudge Wash in the shoulder on his way out the door. There is some catcalling from the passing formation of LTs, swiftly silenced by Smith's well placed glare.

[beforeblue]

"Too late," Wash says, and the smirk is obvious in his voice.

He's still not entirely inclined to be outright friendly to anyone on base. It comes with too much risk, so he follows York's lead, ignores the Rebels for the most part except as he needs to as they cross the base.

[goddamngrenades]

"Kimball knows I"m go'n, so we got about a four hour grace period before I need to radio in." He packs up what he thinks he'll need from the armory, sets a tracker on the mongoose (just in case) and swings a leg over. "C'mon, Wash."

[beforeblue]

"Sounds good." Four hours gave them time to get stuff done and have something to report on. Wash picks up his own rifle and the wicked set of knives that are pretty much the nicest things that he owns, custom made and balanced for his hand.

He swings himself up onto the back of the mongoose, leans over to squeeze York's shoulder. "Ready."

[goddamngrenades]

"Autobots, roll out." He crackles over their frequency, rolling through the caves till they hit the path he'd plotted out for himself earlier. It's quiet, devoid of the usual chatter or beatboxing York would do during ops while with the project. He's learned to be more careful.

[beforeblue]

It's weird once they're underway. He's used to York talking near constantly except when it's explicitly radio silence. Something like this? He should have been rambling. And he's just... silent. Just reminds him that while he might be alive, the Project was a long time ago. They've both changed so much.

He misses the chatter.

"Sometimes I realise that how we are now is probably what the Project wanted us to be and it pisses me off."

[goddamngrenades]

"Overly paranoid, gimped up, chock full of PTSD and barely hanging on to what it means to be a human NOT embroiled in intergalactic conflict?" He could've just asked Wash to shush but- there's no one around. It's safe to talk.

[beforeblue]

"Pretty much," Wash replied, and gave a short, harsh laugh. Spot on really. "They teach you all the skills you need for war, tell you you'll be heroes, then call you monsters for doing what they taught you. No-one likes a killer in peacetime." Except exceptionally shady individuals.

[goddamngrenades]

"The VA exists for a reason. We're just a little more fucked up than your average vet. It's one thing to go out to war and protect humanity- another entirely to have your whole moral compass spun for a loop because someone couldn't complete the grieving process in a healthy time frame." All the muttering, but it keeps the ride from being dull.

[beforeblue]

"Not sure the VA is really equipped to deal with former Freelancers. Or others. Too many fucked up projects in the war for them to cope with." The ones who really couldn't cope with any other life. Just let you burn out and hope the collateral from it wasn't too high.

He takes a breath. " I remember that too," he admits. "Flashes of it. Feelings sometimes. How he felt for her. How Alpha felt for Tex." he can't say Her name though. It still makes him hurt.