Chapter One:

Basking In Glory

A/N: This is a fic set after the Good Karma/Canon ending exploring the creation of the new age, the development of Delsin's relationships with his new conduit pal's, in particular his romantic relationship with Fetch. Enjoy :)

"Good evening, America. I'm here with Delsin Rowe, better known as 'the Bannerman' or the 'Hero of Seattle', who yesterday with the help of two other Bio-Terrorists brought down the DUP. Good evening Mister Rowe."

"What's up? And please, call me Delsin."

"Alright, Delsin. So last night you defeated Brooke Augustine, Head of the DUP, and exposed her work at Curden Cay for what it really was. This could mean a chance for a golden age of peace between Bio-Terrorists and normal people. What's your next move?"

"Well, for starters, eliminate the use of the word Bio-Terrorist, we're conduits, man, The Doop's invented that slur to make people afraid of us. But the second I walk out this studio door I'm headed back to my tribe at Salmon Bay to pull the concrete daggers out of their bones that were put there by Augustine. Then I'm gonna go storm the castle, take on Curden Cay and free every Conduit trapped there. After that, I dunno, I haven't thought that far, we'll have to see."

"Well. You seem like a man on a mission, Delsin, we better let you get right to it. That was Delsin Rowe, America, and this is Mark Nutt MN Network, signing off."

Delsin closed the door to the Longhouse, smiling softly to himself while feeling like his limbs were made of lead. Even with a conduit's endurance, removing the individual shards out of peoples bodies was tiring. He stumbled over to the ledge over looking the bay and flopped down, head in hands and feet dangling over the edge.

"You know, you should really call a girl when your planning a raid on the worlds highest security prison."

Delsin nearly fell off the ledge in surprise, and two small hands grabbed his shoulder to steady him.

"Easy there, Smokes, I know I'm easy to fall for, but just not of a cliff, okay?"

"You're the boss, Laser Girl." He grinned up at the pink-haired conduit.

"So, you fix 'em all up?" She asked, nodding at the Longhouse.

"Yeah, they should all be back on their feet in no time." He said, still smiling.

"So, when are we gonna storm the castle?"

"We?"

"Yeah, what you think I'm gonna let you do this alone? You don't need an even bigger ego."

"Ouch, right in masculinity." Delsin placed a hand on his chest and pretended to look hurt while Fetch laughed.

"So anyway," She bumped her shoulder against his upper arm, "what's the plan?"

"I dunno, get 'em?" Delsin grinned down at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Get 'em isn't a plan."

"Not sure, Fetch, but I still got one more thing I want to do here first, other than get the first full night's sleep I've had in a few weeks." He looked up at the vandalised County Sheriff board.

He worked on that board for hours before he was finally finished. Luckily, he was also a master of cleaning off spray paint so taking off his old work was the easiest part. He dropped the can of spray paint he was holding, and fingers numb, he ripped off the stencil. Taking a step back, he surveyed his work.

"I love you, brother," he smiled sadly at the mural he had painted for Reggie, "and I'm sure gonna miss you."

He felt something warm and soft graze his palm and he gripped onto it instinctively. Looking down, he realised his hand was intertwined with Fetch's.

"He woulda been real proud, D." She gazed at the dedication. Delsin wondered if she was thinking about her own brother. Guess we now have another unfortunate thing in common.

"Yeah, we did good, Light Show." He kissed her head. She seemed surprised by the gesture, but smiled a little.

"It ain't over yet, we still gotta free all the poor bastards holed up in Curden Cay."

Delsin shut his eyes felt her thumb rub circles on the back of his hand.

"Tomorrow," he murmured, cracking open an eye, "gotta clean all this up."

He squeezed her hand and let go, then moved to gather up all the stencils and empty cans. Pink flashed before his eyes, and he blinked as it vanished and he was left with only a few cans with paint in them, which he slowly began to pick up, wondering if the neon-wielding conduit actually knew where to dump them. More pink, and Fetch once again materialised in front of him. He smiled at her, murmuring a thanks.

"I didn't dump it in the bay, if your wondering. There was a skip near the fish cannery dunno if that'll get me into trouble."

"Nah, Betty won't mind. So, are you heading back to Seattle tonight or do you need a place to crash? Not that I would call your sniper's nest a home." Fetch hit him softly on the arm.

"It's the best I could do, D, there ain't exactly people lining up to house a mass-murdering conduit."

"I know, Fetch. Staying or going?"

"I'm allowed to stay? The rest of your tribe won't care?"

"Well, most of them are still in there," he waved a hand at the Longhouse, "but otherwise, they've never said I couldn't host sleepovers. Warning I will only be sleeping, though, sorry to disappoint, 'cause I am way tired."

"Damn, all my hopes and dreams dashed, I'm cool with that."

Delsin grinned and flung himself off the roof in a cloud of smoke, dashing once more before hovering to the ground 300 metres away and dashing along the ground.

Fetch gave him to the count of ten before she dissolved into neon and ran off after him.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. Please note this is my first fic, InFamous or otherwise, so I would really appreciate it if you took the time to review, even if it's one worded like 'good' or 'shit'. Hope you liked this. Also, it was my little brother who made me put in the 'Mark Nutt' thing, as I couldn't remember the actual anchorman's name and my brother's obsessed with Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter.

- Felix