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[Delta, by contrast, cannot seem to get comfortable. He seems to be a little bundle of tension, and for a long moment he can't even seem to remember how to breathe--

--and then, just like that, the migraine begins to fade. That's. Not usually how it works.]

Good. Yet I cannot fathom the urgency, it seems.

With getting him out?

[ Delta's tense all over and there's no one good way to fix that- but there are old tricks they've tried before. One of his hands catches Delta's, curling around his wrist to massage his palm in slow circles. ]

They had him restrained. It's not right- he hates that. He was a mess when we got him out.

[Well, yes, but was he any more of a mess than he usually was? Before he can question the origin of the thought, Delta starts to relax a little more.]

Of their response. Why did they go to such trouble to take him in the first place?

[Isn't it enough to keep an Immune under the care of a Callsign, especially someone of such little publc account?]

...D he was trying to dig out his own ports. He was seizing on camera. Why WOULDN'T they go get him? If they hadn't, I would have.

[ Not that he's a doctor but- he'd try to help. For whatever that was worth. ]

[He makes a soft noise of protest.]

Not to the hospital. From it.

...because they took him from Whiskey and that's never a good thing? When the one callsign that actually has Our back is undermined in favor of Bifrons fuck'n around?

[ He pulls away a little, propping himself on his elbow to look down at Delta. ]

You feel'n alright?

Of course I'm not feeling all right, I have a migraine. [Which he...didn't actually intend to send through. Oops. But Delta can't tell if he's really just expressing himself this poorly or if York's being especially dense today.]

Bifrons. Why did Bifrons take him like that? Surely they knew it was only going to cause a reaction among us. What if they were only gauging our response?

[ York flinches away a little from the feed- the tosses up the firewall to make the migraine easier on Delta. It's not fun feeling like your skull is going to melt, not ever, and they have had a day. ]

Sorry bud. I mean. I don't know. Something was up. Pretty sure they did something to him. Pretty sure they expected some kind of response seeing as they had him guarded.

["They did something to him." Yes, that's the obvious conclusion, but--why? Aside from the obvious because they could or because they had him in custody. Would they do whatever had caused Loki to be a screaming mess when they'd finally rescued him to any of the Immune they could get their hands on? Delta shivers at the thought, despite York's warmth and the covers.

On the other hand, if they'd expected a response, why not be more subtle about it and just make changes in the hospital under cover of looped footage or something? Maybe Bifrons is not that smart.]

But why him? Because it was convenient?

Because he's been kicking up shit with Thor. I figure they didn't care much for the duel and how that turned out. And the work he's been doing in D4.

[ He settles back down on the mattress, nose pressed into Delta's neck, arms warm around him. There's only so much he can do during these migraines but...he tries. ]

[Unfortunately, now that the recode is in? He's only more confused. Loki hasn't been stirring up much of anything besides a bad fashion sense and some theories that even Delta knows are crackpot. It's a good thing he's good at math or Delta probably wouldn't get along with him at all.]

I realize they are hardly just, but they should not punish Loki for Thor's words and actions.

...Thor didn't do much talking. He smashed Alpha's hand. Loki did the talking.

[ A beat, a moment where he goes horribly quiet, scrabbling around in his brain. Has he felt weird? He's got the recordings, he can check, maybe Delta didn't see the feed maybe he's just having a hard time rmemberin details through the migraine. Maybe maybe maybe. ]

Delta...you saw the duel, right?

Yes. I watched the broadcast. [Which was posted by...probably Thor, right? Although he frowns, because Thor really doesn't seem to be the tech-savvy type. But then, Loki did say their culture was much more advanced. Maybe 'not tech-savvy' to Thor just means he doesn't know runic math.]

Loki was there [wearing some ridiculous getup, as usual] but he did not speak.

...It's been a long day. I'm gonna. No. Nope. Not dealing with this right now. In the morning I'll show you the recording I have of the broadcast and we'll talk but I'm pretty sure one of us got our heads fucked with and, thank god, it wasn't me. [ He rolls away to lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. A memory push went out and he's...fine? He's fine. Delta isn't.

That makes something spikey and rage ridden coil in his stomach. They've fucked with Delta. They'll pay for it later. ]

[He's not the only one to feel angry. A flash of rage--unfamiliar, but not unrecognizable--goes through Delta at that. How dare they? Memories about one of his only friends? And if they'd changed that, what else--

No. No, York's right, now is not the time, not when he's dreadfully low on sleep like this, but he can't exactly relax right away with that, can he?]

I will need to review all network activity recently to see what conflicts. [And what about things that weren't recorded? Are his real memories of Loki permanently corrupted?

Delta curls up into himself, anger already gone and fear in its place. Corrupted data is a sure sign of rampancy.]

We'll fix it.

[ He rubs a hand up and down Delta's arm, sliding the feed open so he can feel the thrum of York's mind already working the angles. All the shit he records from the network, all the recordings from his eye that he backs up. Everything he can verify for Delta? He's going to. They'll crack this. Last time they hadn't been expecting it.

Now? Now they know what to look for. ]

You're fine, D. You're solid.

[And in return York will get Delta's memory of the duel--the very altered version, with Loki in the background and wearing something that would have made a clown cringe, and Thor giving an entirely-too-elegant speech. It's harder for them to rewrite Delta's emotional memory with any accuracy--Loki is still his friend, that much hasn't changed, but he seems to be a lot more...well, awkward and dorky, not the Silvertongue of legend.]

I need to determine a way to prevent this from happening again.

[ What the fuck is the thing Loki wearing even. What is that speech. What is this whole memory. Why does he smell honey?

That. That's fucking WEIRD is what it is and it makes him twitch because this. This is the same too real too detailed fuckery that covered his memories of the old alpha.

This is bullshit.

This will not stand. ]

Once Loki's got his head on straight we'll get you, him, and Tony together to bang out some kind of code.

[Look at what a good friend Delta is to like Loki even though he's weird as fuck. Then again, given his decidedly non-social background, it's probably affecting him less than it would someone who actually cares about these things (say, the aforementioned Tony).

Still, Delta takes a couple deep breaths to calm himself down and tries focusing on something nice and constant and comforting instead. Smooth numbers take over Delta's end of the feed, though he tries to keep it more or less to himself.]

Yes. If they can alter my memories of him--

[They could alter his memories of York, and that's something Delta will not stand for.]

For now. They can alter them for now. And it's not consistent. Last time they did one of these I had a migraine like a sonovabitch and then the next day didn't remember the old Alpha, Lucas Bell. It's why I record everything.

[ He rolls back over to curl around Delta, latching on to that steady stream of numbers. It's cool and comforting and grounding. ]

You'd know they were wrong. You know me, D. They can't change that.

[Delta's not so certain of that, not at all. They need to prevent this in the future.

...Okay, yes, he'd known that memory rewrites were a thing here, but now it's personal. The stream of numbers falters for a few moments before he focuses, repeating calculations he's done thousands of times before. The one thing they can't change is math, he knows that with an absolute certaintly, so he's clinging to that.]

They won't take you away from me.

[ The sudden stutter and stop is- different. Delta usually doesn't quit until he's worked out the equation all the way to the end but-

It's not there. Not for long, anyway. It starts up again, twice as fast and twice as determined. ]

It's a coding thing. We get you a way to work on the software, you can crack the code and fix it. I know you can.

[That, if nothing else, should show how very disturbed Delta is about this. Yes, of course it's coming on top of a very long few days. Yes, he's also displaying physical signs, like curling up in a tense little ball, but York can help with that much, and if Delta tries to focus just on that whle running the equations, it's not so bad.

It's still bad, just not as bad.]

You truly believe that, even though their resources are greater?

Of course I do. They don't have you.

[ Delta, when he's in the zone? Can crank through anything given time and patience. The trick is getting him to a place where he's got both. That's a question of getting him relaxed enough to sleep now and York has a handful of vague ideas all centered around massaging his ribs and matching his breath. ]

We get you rested up, get Loki calmed down and then Team Green can knock it out.

[Okay, that at least gets a small smile out of him. So he'd let that name slip, had he?]

I admit the name makes more sense if he does in fact wear green.

[Keep thinking of equations until his emotions are calmed. Keep focusing on York's physical ministrations until he's calm physically. It will probably work - like Delta with a problem, York only needs time and patience.]

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