Hi fandom. This is my first ever fic so please be gentle. This is fairly canon with one twist. Cosima never made it home from the island. I don't know how many chapter this will be but I have a lot written so far and will update regularly. Any comments are greatly appreciate! I hope you enjoy
Three years is a long time, it feels even longer when you don't have much to occupy your idle hands.
94,608,000 seconds.
Cosima has had more than enough time to calculate exactly how many days she had been in hidden away. Once she sat down and worked out how many hours it had been since she had seen her family. After that, it was easy to estimate the minutes and then the seconds.
Her wait was over now. She wondered how much had changed since she had been gone, many of the seconds had been spent thinking about that.
She was sat in the khaki green seat of a military transport plane headed for Canada. This was where she was told they would be. Her people. She wondered if they would be ready for her appearance. She wondered how they would react, considering they all thought she was dead. Mostly she wondered about Delphine.
Marion had told her two weeks ago that Delphine had stayed close to Cosima's sisters. She lives not even ten minutes away from Alison and Helena. When Cosima had heard that news she broke down. She had kept her promise to love all of the Leda sisters.
For three years she had been kept in the dark. The day Marion had informed Cosima of Siobhan's death she tried to escape. They found her in the woods, not more than an hour later. They sedated her and kept her in a basement for two days until she had calmed down. After that Cosima was deemed a flight risk and not privy to any more information. But that didn't stop her asking.
Every week when supplies were dropped at the door of her isolated cabin she would furiously bang on the windows and doors and ask the unknown person on the other side question that always went unanswered. Twice a week a young man came to visit her. His purpose was to make sure that Cosima never got too isolated. She had started to show signs of depression and this was something that worried Marion.
He was an intelligent man named Sam and he would try to engage her in conversations about physics or genetics, a subject he knew a lot about evidently. For the first 6 months, Sam was met with the same response.
"Where is Delphine? Is she alive? Does she know where I am? Are my sisters okay?"
She would repeat these questions, growing hysterical sometimes until one day Sam admitted he didn't know who any of these people where and would never be able to get her the answers she needed.
After that day she stopped asking Sam. Every now and then she would even talk back to him when he picked a particularly interesting subject. In all honesty, she felt sorry for him. He most likely had no idea who Cosima was or why he had been given the task of meeting with her twice a week. He became her weird semblance of normalcy. Sometimes she would close her eyes and pretend he was Scott. That helped her when she felt particularly alone.
Marion sat down in the seat next to her and pulled out a file which she promptly handed to Cosima.
"Here are your personal documents. Passport, bank cards, a phone, health insurance. It's all in there. Everything you will need." She said while reaching over to pull out a smaller piece of paper from the file.
"This is the telephone number of a very reputable therapist. We haven't given you nearly enough time to adjust back to the outside world. You will be traumatised but it is better than being dead."
Marion speaks so matter-of-factly that Cosima wonders how many times she has had this conversation before. The thought crosses her mind that maybe she wasn't the only Leda sister that had been forced into hiding. Before she can ask, Marion speaks again.
"You already have the addresses you requested, I hope you have not lost them." She says if addressing a small child. Cosima turns her head towards Marion before reaching her hand into her coat pocket and retrieving the list.
"Very good" Marion continues. "There will be a car waiting for you, it will take you wherever you ask." Marion pauses, as if unsure of how to say next. Deciding on her words she doesn't miss another beat before she says
"We land in 20 minutes. Good luck."
She rises from her seat and heads back to the front of the plane. Just like that she's gone. Cosima wonders if she will ever see her again. She hopes not.
The last remaining moments of the flight pass quickly. Once she lands and is cleared to move, she grabs the small brown duffel bag she was given before she boarded that contains some clothes and toiletries before making her way through the plane.
The weather is grey and the clouds hang heavy in the sky as she looks around at the first signs of Autumn in Canada. It's beautiful.
As promised, there was a car waiting for her. A small, middle-aged man with greying hair holds a white sign with her name on it. He greets her happily and takes her bag before opening the door of the black Mercedes for her. She enters and waits for him. When he joins her inside, he asks her where she wants to go.
She doesn't think about it. She pulls out a piece of crumpled paper from her jacket pocket and her eyes immediately go to the third address on the list. She reads the address out to the driver.
Delphine's address.