Notes: I just wanted to thank my lovely beta, Kate who is over at perfectsoundtrackforalobotomy. She was just so amazing and really helped to prompt me when I ran out of steam and without her, this fic probably wouldn't be here today, so thanks Kate! Also I don't own Sense8 or any of the characters.
Kala's heart aches.
It's been three days since she last saw Wolfgang and her heart aches for him. It's not that she hasn't wanted to see him, it's that he has been blocking her out. His mental shields are impeccable. And no matter what she tries she just can't seem to find a way to break through. After all, Wolfgang was the safe cracker of the group, not her.
It's been two days since she called off the wedding. How can she look into Rajan's face when all she can see is Wolfgang's? How can she enter into a love marriage when her heart belongs to another? She still hasn't told her parents. And she thinks to herself, "Now I might not get the chance to."
It's been a day since she last saw daylight. Kidnapped. In a temple. The words tastes bitter in her mouth. The temple was a sacred ground. She thought it still was a sacred ground, even after the attack on Rajan's father. But apparently not. All she remembers was going to the temple to pray and then black. She woke up in a room with no windows, door locked, alone and cold. She hears no one moving about outside of the room, no one guarding, or making rounds, no one there to save her but herself. There is nothing in the room, except for a chair, but other than that, just cold concrete floors and walls. And even those are devoid of anything. Something is wrong with her, she knows that for sure. She feels like the room is constantly spinning and she thinks to herself that she must've been drugged but when she tries to run through the list of drugs she knows, her mind comes up blank. But that isn't the most concerning thing. That is that she can't make contact with the others. She wonders briefly if Whispers is behind the kidnapping. She knows it sure wouldn't surprise her.
Wolgang's heart aches.
It's been three days since he murdered his uncle. Three days since Kala witnessed this murder, his monstrosity. Three days since he took over the family business, employees accepting him as readily as they accepted his uncle. "As long as we get paid" they say.
It's been two days since Felix woke up, coughing and spluttering words of Conan as he comes to. Wolfgang couldn't be happier. Well, he could. But he doesn't want to talk about it. He's just happy that Felix is awake now.
It's been a day since he lost contact with Kala. He almost didn't notice at first with his mental shields being up so high. But Kala was a persistent one, constantly banging up against the walls. So when it just stopped- he knew something was wrong. He tried visiting her, but when that failed, he started to get really worried. That's when he decided to visit Nomi.
Nomi, who also couldn't feel Kala anymore, was worried. No one could sense Kala or visit her anymore. It was like they were being blocked- somehow. Whispers had found Riley so easily. Was it possible that he had found Kala as well? When she puts the idea up to Wolfgang, his face pales. Her heart aches for them. So desperately in love but doomed to a fate like that of Will and Riley. It was tragic, absolutely tragic. God, their lives sucked, At least she had Amanita to make the world suck just a little bit less.
With Sun being in prison, Riley occupied with hiding Will, Capheus having to care for his mother, her in America, Lito in Mexico, and Will, of course, being unconscious, it was Wolfgang who would have to go. He would have gone anyways.
He gets on the next plane down to India, courtesy of Nomi via Metger's bank account. As the plane lands in Mumbai, he feels a niggling sensation in the back of his head. He ignores it. But when that niggling sensation starts to grow as he walks through the city, he takes heed of it, following it across the city to an abandoned police station. Suddenly the block to Kala is gone and he can feel her again. He almost collapses to his knees with relief.
Wolfgang! Thank goodness you're here!
Kala! Are you alright? Where are you?
I-I don't know. I'm sorry.
A girl dressed in tattered clothes stumbles out of the police station, clutching her side, looking around frantically. He hears people moving about inside the building and the girl starts to hobble down the steps. He feels his gun, hidden in the waistband of his jeans, pressing up against his side. She trips down the stairs and as he rushes over to help her up, he sees it, the gunshot wound to her side. She looks at the building behind her and then looks up at him, fear clouding her eyes. Men start to flock out of the building, guns in hand, looking for something. And then they spot the girl. He quickly pulls her to her feet and shoves her into the alleyway, hissing a quick go at her. He then pulls his gun out and with deadly precision hits the first of the men in the chest. A fortuitous start to his day, all things considered. Things start to slow and he fires off three more shots, one hitting another guy in the leg. Then everything speeds up as bullets fly. He takes cover behind a nearby car and laughs as he hears police sirens in the distance, they will never make it in time. He quickly picks off the rest of the men and moves through the building, clearing each room, taking the guns of the dead men when his runs out. He is on the bottom floor, the last one he has to clear, and he still hasn't found her yet. He is starting to lose hope when he hears her voice again.
Wolfgang, someone is moving outside the door. Please, hurry.
Quickly, what items are in the room with you?
Her voice sounds panicked.
There is just a chair.
That will do. Stand on the other side of the door and when they open it and go to walk through, swing the chair at them.
The lock clicks and the door swings open suddenly. Kala swings the chair she was holding as hard as she can towards the intruder, catching him in the chest. The chair shatters and she is left holding onto the broken back of the chair. The man stumbles back and slightly shakes himself and she catches sight of familiar blonde hair. The piece of the chair she was holding drops to the floor as she rushes towards the intruder and throws her arms around his neck. It feels amazing to touch him in person, so many different sensations all at once. It's amazing and wondrous and scientifically a marvel, but slightly overwhelming. She pulls back slightly to check him for injuries.
"Wolfgang, oh my goodness. Are you alright? I did not know that it was you-"
He smiles at her softly.
"I'm alright liebling. But-"
She looks at him, concerned.
"But what?"
"But next time aim for the head."
She stares at him incredulously.
"Really, Wolfgang, I hardly think now is the time to comment on my methods for when I've been kidnapped!"
He laughs. It is a good, hearty laugh, and her own heart swells with love.
There are girls everywhere. In rooms, cells, tied to posts, just everywhere. All of them kidnapped, from their homes, from the streets. They tell her that they were to be sold around the world as slave labor, among other things. Kala is horrified. Many have been beaten and she dares not even think what else they have had to endure. They clear the rest of the floor, or well, Wolfgang does. She works on freeing the girls. They look up at her with scared, wide eyes and when she explains that she's come to free them, many of them start to cry with wonder.
He pulls her out of the building, the girls they had rescued following closely behind. She stops and tugs on his arm, getting him to turn to her. She cups his face in her hands and he marvels at how soft they are, how gentle. She has to stand on her tiptoes to reach his lips. Girls stream around them, marveling at the sun after having not seen light in so long. He marvels at his own sun, his Kala. Yet she isn't his, not really. She shouldn't be his. She doesn't belong with someone like him. She breaks the kiss, panting slightly. Her forehead rests on his chest, her nose turned slightly in, taking comfort in the fact that he is here. He starts, hesitating slightly.
"Kala, I-"
"No, no Wolfgang. Do not even start. Do you not understand? I love you."
"You don't belong with…" He leaves the word monster unsaid. "Me."
She's angry now, a fierce look in her eyes, finger pointing at his chest.
"Really? And you think that that is for you to decide? Because it isn't. Who I choose to be with is up to me. And I want to be with you. So get that through you're thick head"
She turns and starts to storm off. He wants to let her go, or more accurately, thinks he should let her go, but he can't. He's too selfish. She is like the sun, spreading warmth through him where he thought none existed. His hand on her arm stops her.
"Kala, I'm-"
It's amazing to him how someone can be so forgiving. His father was not forgiving. But Kala is nothing like his father. She is like nothing he has ever encountered before. She cups his cheek in her palm, smiling up at him gently.
"It's alright. Just… just know that I love you."
He takes her hand in his, ready to face the world.