Kyu is totally gonna hook you up. (huniepop) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-07-22 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent washington, kyu sugardust |
Who: Kyu and Wash
What: Wash to the rescue!
When: During the Giga Slave plot
Where: Kyu’s & Baxter’s Bakery
Warnings: Adorableness.
Status: Complete!
Kyu was a reasonable person; she’d been hiding out in her apartment in a tank top and sweatpants. She couldn’t dress sexy all the time. After tying her hair up into a ponytail, she then grabbed some booze and water and shoved it into a totebag and slipped into a pair of her old skateboarding sneakers before locking up her flat. Thank god she didn’t have any pets, that would’ve hurt to leave them.
Jogging out into the street, she was careful to dodge any sort of shrapnel or flying things. After a few moments, she mumbled to herself. “Fuck it.” Her wings came out, flapped a few times, and she flew in the direction she said she’d meet Wash.
It may have been Wash’s imagination, it may have been the lingering migraine that continued to pound against his skull, but it seemed as though The Storm was getting worse. It seemed colder outside than it had earlier. The wind was howling as it whipped through the streets, at times even forcing itself down Wash’s throat and sucking his own air right out of him making it impossible to breath for a few panic inducing moments. The lightning seemed nearer, threatening to strike anything at random, and was followed nearly instantly by roaring thunder Wash could feel in his bones. With each crashing boom that caused windows the rattle and car alarms to shriek, what little reprieve the coffee at Baxter’s had given him from his head was widdled away. As he ran, all around him things ranging from bus stop benches to entire apartment blocks were disappearing at a more alarming rate turning once densely populated streets into virtual wastelands.
Maybe Wash had been wrong, maybe this was the apocalypse.
Get a grip, Washington, he ordered himself as he ran. How many times have we feared the end was coming? Y2K, the end of the Mayan Calendar, all of them have been duds. The fact is that you are no where near interesting enough to experience the End of Time. This will pass and you and Gale and Kyu and Leliana will have a good laugh about it over dinner. You can get t-shirts made. “I Survived Apocalypse 2015.”
Wash pressed on.
His vision was starting to fail him. On the one hand it was something of a blessing. He no longer could see the strange and honestly terrifying site of the sky swirling into something that looked an awful lot like a black hole. On the other hand it was getting harder to tell where he was going. What fucking use was he going to be if he totally lost his vision?!
You have a mission. Focus on the mission.
Miraculously he reached the square Kyu had said she’d meet him. Squinting and using only his peripheral vision, he scanned the area for his pink-haired friend. “Kyu?” He shouted. The wind picked up his voice and devoured it, but Wash continued to shout anyway. “Kyu!”
She could hear him before she saw him, the wind buffeting her around and damn near tearing her wings. “Wash!” Kyu dove downward toward him, seeing him struggling to move forward. “We won’t make it to the bakery, come back to the apartment!”
Panting as she landed in front of him, she pulled him closer to her, kissing him hard. If she died, she was not going to die without having properly kissed the only boy she’d ever had a crush on. That just wasn’t how she was going out.
When she pulled away, she tugged his hand back toward her apartment. At least they’d be moving with the wind that way.
Wash breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her voice, but was a little confused that it was coming from above him.
His migraine had left him with just enough of his sight to see her glittery wings as she landed in front of him. Imagine that. She really was a fairy! He had only a moment to stare at her in awe before she had grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss. For an instant Wash forgot about the storm raging around them and was lost in the surprise kiss.
Then it was back with all of its fury. Kyu was tugging him the opposite way he had come. Back towards her apartment. At first Wash wanted to give in and go with her. His head hurt and his body was tired and all he wanted to do was fall over. But he couldn’t. He was expected back.
He dug his heels in and pulled her to him, against his body so he could put his arm around her, as if to protect her from the storm. “I have to go back,” he told her. Even though she was right next to him, he had to shout to be heard. “I left my neighbors at Baxter’s and I promised Gale I’d be back.”
Her wings were still out, flapping hard as she read his face. He was pulling her toward him, wrapping his arms around her, and she felt safer somehow. Like no matter what, she’d be okay as long as she was with him. Kyu was scared, she wanted to go back home, but she nodded.
“I go where you go,” she replied. “I brought some water and stuff in case we’ll need it.” Wait, did he say he’d left his neighbors at the bakery? Dear god, he really was a hero. Kyu was glad she’d worn shoes that weren’t flipflops, and she took his hand, ready to be lead wherever he’d take her.
She was scared. Wash could hear it in her voice. But she was brave, there was no doubt about that. He offered her a rueful smile. “Its safe at Baxter’s,” he told her. “And warm. Its magical, I guess. It’s got its own power supply, if we need it, and food.” He started walking with her, again using his peripheral vision to see where they were going.
He thought about asking her to guide them, but quickly dismissed the idea. She was scared enough. There was no sense adding any weight to her fear. Besides, he could still see enough for the time being. Maybe he could take her mind off of being scared. It was the least he could do.
“You weren’t kidding about the wings, were you?” He chuckled. “And you can fly. You didn’t tell me you could fly. I’m jealous.”
“Warm is good. Magic’s good too, it’s really useful. I can make it where stuff never runs out?” She would’ve waggled her eyebrows or grinned, as the gift was super useful, especially when it came to her own stashes of weed and booze. But they were getting hammered by wind, and those bolts of lightning didn’t look friendly. And they were far too close for comfort.
Floating up a little bit, she grinned. “Course I can, I’m a fairy. Want me to scout ahead? I’m a great yeller.”
“It’s too windy,” he shook his head. “And the lightning is getting too close. I think it’s better for you to stay on the ground for now.” With how the wind was whipping through the street he was afraid it might grab her by her wings and fling her. He was worried she’d be in San Francisco by the time she came back down. If the lightning didn’t zap her first. He shuddered. “Yeah, ground is best.”
He squinted at her trying to force his vision to focus. He pulled that rueful smile back to his face. “But, you can keep an eye out for us, ok? I could use the extra pair right now.” He started them back the way he’d come earlier. “You know,” he said, again in an attempt to keep her mind (and his) off the storm around them, “Baxter’s is the place that has the sparkling latte. We might be able to try one when we get back.”
“I can do that.” She wrapped an arm around his waist, making sure they were staying close to each other. Tucking her wings back in, she was a bit glad he hadn’t wanted her to scout ahead; she was scared they were going to tear.
“Does the owner know we’re there, messing with her shit? I wonder if I should leave money or something for her.” Kyu might have been a flirt, and she might have seemed ditzy, but she had a strong sense of fairness.
“As far as I know she’s alright with letting people hide out there until this passes,” Wash answered. He put one arm around her, shielding her slightly with his body as they trudged through the wind. With his other hand, he adjusted his sidearm so she wouldn’t inadvertently jostle it out of position.
He hadn’t even thought about leaving money, but now that Kyu mentioned it, that might not be a bad idea. It was the least he could do. After all, he and Gale had both helped themselves to Baxter’s coffee and Wash planned on having another cup when he got back. It had helped ease his migraine and he hoped it would be able to do so again and keep him from passing out, which he found himself wanting to do more and more as the two of them pressed on. This had not been on of his best ideas, but he was glad he’d done it. Knowing Kyu was safe was worth the head pounding.
“Not too far now,” he said. “How you holding up?”
“I’m okay. Are you all right? You don’t look so good.” She pressed a hand to his forehead, having to go on tiptoe to do so. “No fever, that’s something.” Wash was important to her, and she wanted to look after him as much as she hoped he wanted to look after her.
“I’m not sick,” he assured her. He took her hand from his forehead and hung on to it. “It’s just a migraine,” Heh, just a migraine. Was there such a thing? “I get them now and then. I’ll be fine once we get back to the bakery. I’ll down some coffee. Caffeine usually helps.” He gave her hand a squeeze and kept them moving. He didn’t like the way the wind was howling, it almost sounded like a wail.
“Migraines are the actual worst. If weed helps, I have some of that. Or booze. Too bad I don’t have any Excedrin.” She’d gotten a migraine once, and it was bad enough that the memory of being in pain and vomiting at the same time made her wrinkle her nose. Holding onto his hand, she jogged next to him, glad they were going toward someplace inside.
Did weed actually help with migraines? Funny, his doctors had never mentioned that. Not that should have surprised him. Imagine the military telling their vets to get high. The idea was laughable. “I have no idea if it helps,” he said with a soft chuckle followed by a slight wince. Yup, laughing still hurt. “I’ve got meds. I took some this morning, but I think the storm is overpowering it.”
The wind continued to howl and wail. If Wash didn’t know any better he would have said that something was stalking through the streets making those nightmarish noises. Even though he wasn’t seeing particularly well, he cast a glance over his shoulder anyway. He could barely make out the street behind them. There was no movement. Of course nothing was there. Just the wind. Still, it was unnerving. Really unnerving. He swallowed hard. “We should go faster.”
“Well, you can try some when we get there. If it doesn’t help, you can take your meds. If you wanna.” She looked behind them, yipeing into his shoulder when she thought she saw something staring back out at them. It probably was nothing, but hell, it was creepy. “Yeah, faster’s good.”
Everything around them was creepy. Wash quickened their pace so that they were practically jogging. The quick jerky movement did nothing to help his head, but that hardly mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting back to Baxter’s and the safety the bakery represented. By the time they reached the street Baxter’s was on, Wash’s stomach was in his throat. His grip on Kyu’s hand was tight.
She opened the door to the bakery, seeing the sign up above and the lit room. Wash looked positively green, and she immediately turned to him. “You need to sit,” she said, tugging a sweatshirt out of her bag and wrapping it around his shoulders. ‘If you die, I’ll be really fucking sad.”
“I’m not gonna die,” he said, but he let her wrap the sweatshirt around him. Sitting sounded like a very good idea, too. He didn’t care where. Just inside the door? Yeah, sure that’s a good enough spot.
He sat heavily on the floor a few steps to the right of the doors and tilted his head back against the wall. He opened his eyes and squinted up at Kyu. “We made it,” he grinned at her in what was supposed to be a triumphant kind of way, but was more crooked than anything else.
She knelt down beside him and kissed him again, a little more slowly this time. “My hero,” she grinned, giving him an eskimo kiss as well. He deserved it.