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ajremixTitle: Where it Started
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 344
Characters: York, Delta
In response to: reeberry
Summary: York hadn't known what he expected to find in an abandoned Mother of Invention.
The Mother of Invention had been decommissioned after the investigation surrounding Wash's mental breakdown and Carolina's… death. Delta had told him going to see it was pointless and foolhardy, but York went ahead with it anyway. It was just a UNSC facility- nothing actually challenging for someone like him.
He slipped across the dry dock and maneuvered toward the ship and it barely took a thought to find a way in. York took a moment to be amused at the irony that the skills he honed proudly in a Project he'd left due to disgust was helping him get back to the ship he'd come to hate. The Mother was powered down and York walked the halls without worrying about tripping any security or being caught on surveillance. He just peered through opened doors and dark rooms and imagined they were still lit and full like they were in his memory.
If he tried hard enough he could hear South's voice echoing down the hall as she argued with North and Maine mowing down Wash in the hall as they raced to the mess on pie days. The smell of tea would be nearly lost under the stench of burnt coffee that Wyoming vastly disapproved of- which York didn't begrudge him because burnt coffee was criminal. CT would curl in the tiny corner of the couch, a secret smile on her face as she watched the tv, watched the others.
There was always arguing and shouting and laughter and someone pissing someone else off and everyone else enjoying the show. There was Carolina with her little grins and solid presence- standing all-business before them all, mischievous at the poker table, pliable yet untamed under York's hands, her voice soft in that little space that just belonged to them.
It was gone now. Everything was gone. All that was left was an empty husk that made footsteps echo and haunting memories.
[York,] Delta asked carefully, [what purpose did it serve to come here?]
"Forget it, D. Let's go." There wasn't even closure here. Just nothing.
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 344
Characters: York, Delta
In response to: reeberry
Summary: York hadn't known what he expected to find in an abandoned Mother of Invention.
The Mother of Invention had been decommissioned after the investigation surrounding Wash's mental breakdown and Carolina's… death. Delta had told him going to see it was pointless and foolhardy, but York went ahead with it anyway. It was just a UNSC facility- nothing actually challenging for someone like him.
He slipped across the dry dock and maneuvered toward the ship and it barely took a thought to find a way in. York took a moment to be amused at the irony that the skills he honed proudly in a Project he'd left due to disgust was helping him get back to the ship he'd come to hate. The Mother was powered down and York walked the halls without worrying about tripping any security or being caught on surveillance. He just peered through opened doors and dark rooms and imagined they were still lit and full like they were in his memory.
If he tried hard enough he could hear South's voice echoing down the hall as she argued with North and Maine mowing down Wash in the hall as they raced to the mess on pie days. The smell of tea would be nearly lost under the stench of burnt coffee that Wyoming vastly disapproved of- which York didn't begrudge him because burnt coffee was criminal. CT would curl in the tiny corner of the couch, a secret smile on her face as she watched the tv, watched the others.
There was always arguing and shouting and laughter and someone pissing someone else off and everyone else enjoying the show. There was Carolina with her little grins and solid presence- standing all-business before them all, mischievous at the poker table, pliable yet untamed under York's hands, her voice soft in that little space that just belonged to them.
It was gone now. Everything was gone. All that was left was an empty husk that made footsteps echo and haunting memories.
[York,] Delta asked carefully, [what purpose did it serve to come here?]
"Forget it, D. Let's go." There wasn't even closure here. Just nothing.
