Hi Clone Club!

So…as of this posting, there are 5 eps left of Orphan Black. Ever. And idk about you guys, but my only complaint so far about this final season is there has been, in general, WAY not enough Cosima. And by extension, way not enough Cophine.

So! This is my little crackfic that starts with the S4 finale, when Cosima and Delphine reunite oh-so-heatrbreakingly in the yurt…and goes off from there. It won't be crazy long, but def multi-chap. Probly 6-10 chaps? There will be some action, there will be even more fluff. Happily-ever-after for everyone…especially Cophine. Obvs. ;)

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Escape from the Island of Doctor Moreau

Chapter 1: The Yurt

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Cosima woke up in a strange room with round walls. Everything was fuzzy; not just her vision, her brain felt fuzzy too. She'd thought Delphine was there…you were just delirious, she told herself firmly, feeling her heart sink as reality washed back over her. She was trapped on an insane, frozen island full of mad eugenicists. Delphine was dead. Memories swam unevenly through the woozy dreadlocked girl's mind; grabbing little Charlotte and their cure in its vials, ready to escape to the boat that was supposedly waiting for them…then seeing Rachel stab her own mother…running recklessly out into frozen night with her baby sister…so frozen it twisted up the ever-present pain in her chest until it was blinding, taking all her breath away, her blood splattering the snow with her coughs. Charlotte had been so brave. Her nine-year-old sister had been the one to force her to persist, to get up again, to keep going.

Charlotte…where was Charlotte? The sudden memory of her littlest sister brought Cosima's mind more sharply into focus, as panic for the child's safety welled up in her aching chest. She tried to sit up, but she just couldn't. Her whole body felt as heavy as lead. She could barely move. An IV tube tugged at her arm when she reached shakily for her glasses on the bedside table.

"Hey, shh, take it slow, mon petit chiot…" Suddenly Delphine's warm hand was on her forehead, her familiar smell everywhere, like a clean, full breath of golden summer inside her frozen lungs. Delphine's smile, that smile that made Cosima feel like the only girl in the world, every time. When Delphine smiled at her, the tattooed girl knew in every corner of her heart that she was loved. Immeasurably. Like Pi…like sacred geometry.

"You're the puppy," Cosima whispered, her voice coming out as a raspy croak as she beamed sleepily up at the blonde doctor, chapped lips cracking slightly when she smiled. "Delphine…you're…real…thought I dreamed you when I was dying…"

"I told you, I would not let you die Cosima," Delphine murmured, kissing her and rubbing their noses together like kittens, one hand rubbing her stomach, which finally felt warm again. Nope. Definitely not dead. Definitely feeling the alive-feelings.

"I never thought I'd hear you say my name again," the dark-haired girl murmured woozily, her smile lighting up her whole face despite how deathly pale she still was. "Nobody else says my name the way you do…I just want to hear you say my name forever…"

"Cosima…" Delphine whispered slowly in her ear, her voice conveying the same profound reassurance that the sleepy tattooed girl always felt in her presence. She was loved. She was safe. Charlotte.

"Delphine…where's my little sister?"

"You must not worry, mon coeur. Charlotte is fine, she is eating breakfast with the family next door. You kept her warmer than you kept yourself, chérie." As if on cue, Cosima coughed, cupping a hand over her mouth out of habit to protect Delphine from getting spattered with her blood. But when she took her hand away…there was no blood. She stared at her clean fingers in woozy confusion.

"Why isn't there any blood?" She asked blankly.

"I gave you your injection while you were asleep. It will take time, you know, to have the full effect…but already it is working." She picked up a sheaf of papers from the bedside table, test readouts by the look of it. Cosima realized she must've been out for a long time. "You have done it, all by yourself. You found your cure, my brilliant, brave girl." Delphine stroked her cheek and kissed her again.

"I did? I really did?" Cosima coughed again, and winced, rubbing her chest. It still hurt a lot, though she never complained, not ever. She couldn't stand the expressions of pity on people's faces…once someone saw you as sick, they never saw you as anything else, she knew that. She'd fought so fucking hard to keep that sickness from sucking away her identity.

"You did," Delphine nodded, kissing the end of her nose. Cosima beamed, soaking up the attention from the one person she didn't mind fussing over her. "The vectors are working already, I have seen it. But you must still rest yourself, chérie…it may be a slow recovery for you, I think," the blonde girl hummed lovingly, her fingers stroking Cosima's face endlessly. "You have been sick a long time, your immune system is like a beaten army. And now you have also hypothermia. We must take very good care of you, yes? Come, let me examine you mon amour…"

Cosima submitted herself willingly to Delphine's loving hands, not that she could have put up a fight right now even if she'd wanted to. Just trying to sit up made her chest ache like it was weighed down by a ton of bricks. Delphine poked and prodded her with exquisite gentleness, warming the stethoscope with her breath before pressing it to Cosima's bare skin. The dark-haired girl realized then that she was wearing nothing but her lacy bra and underwear; she had a dim memory of having her shirt cut off her, Delphine's frantic face looking down at her. It was all swirling around her foggy head, she couldn't quite hold on to one single thought all the way through to the end.

"Why are we here?"

"Shh…do not worry now, puppy. Just rest. I am here…I am right here beside you. The rest can wait. You must go back to sleep now, mon coeur. You are so tired…"

"Okay…just…cuddle me…please," Cosima whispered, too out of sorts to be ashamed of her neediness with the one person she'd spent the last six months convincing herself she didn't need. "Like you did before, when I got here…that was real too, wasn't it? You kept me warm…"

"Yes, love. It was all real." Delphine beamed at her like the sun, stroking the side of her face. Cosima coughed again, curling weakly onto her side to make it easier to breathe through it. The blonde girl slipped off her seat beside the bed, and back under the covers beside her in an instant, rubbing her back while she coughed and whispering loving assurances in her ear, just like she used to. "Shh, you are all right now…just keep breathing…keep breathing…" When the coughing jag finally passed, Cosima whimpered and went limp in Delphine's arms again, slightly dizzy now, her chest pounding painfully.

"Uhhh…I don't think I can stand up," the woozy girl croaked miserably.

"Oui, I know…this is why you must sleep, puppy." Delphine smiled reassuringly and kissed the end of her nose again. Cosima couldn't help smiling back, despite how awful she felt. She'd forgotten how much she loved hearing Delphine call her puppy. Whether in French or English, it made her tummy flood with happy butterflies every time. "Here, I will give you some cough medicine first, yes?"

"Yes," Cosima agreed quickly, much more quickly than she normally would. She would say yes to literally anything that came out of Delphine's mouth right now. "But then…you hafta come back and cuddle…"

"For the rest of our lives," the blonde girl hummed in her lilting accent, kissing her love lightly on the lips one more time before rising to get the cough syrup from the medical supply cabinet. Cosima swallowed the bitter-tasting stuff obediently, then gratefully let Delphine help her take a drink of water. Without any further prompting, Delphine shed all her clothes again, just like she had when Cosima thought she was hallucinating. But this time it wasn't frantic and panicked; it wasn't slow and sexy, either. It was just calm and deliberate and glowing with love, warm and steady as the sun. They just grinned at each other like idiots. Cosima was still more comfortable lying on her side than her back, so Delphine crawled in facing her, wrapping one warm arm around her waist and rubbing their foreheads together.

"You're the puppy," Cosima smiled, punch-drunk on the feeling of being wrapped up in the arms of the girl she loved, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime… she was so foggy and dazed, it all really felt like a dream, still. "Promise this is real," she whispered, with a slightly softer and less painful cough as she snuggled up to the French girl's familiar skin. It would always be familiar, even if they didn't see each other for a decade.

"I promise, mon petit chiot," Delphine murmured, kissing Cosima's forehead and drawing the frail girl as close as she could, like a human teddy bear. Their limbs tangled together as if by magnetic force. Once Delphine heard the dreadlocked girl's soft breathing even out into sleep, she kissed the top of her head and added quietly, "Once we are no longer in this room…you may wish it was not real, after all."

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The next time the tattooed girl opened her eyes, she was significantly more clearheaded. Despite her limbs being a little stiff from the previous night's bout with hypothermia, she felt better than she had in months. The constant, low-level pain in her chest, the slightly muffled feeling in her lungs that never let her get a completely full breath, was gone. Just, gone. Just like that. She didn't have that hollow, weak feeling, either; that you-could-tip-me-over-with-a-feather feeling. She felt…good. For real.

"Iiihshxuh! *Snf.*" She cupped her hands hastily to her face as her eyes and nose scrunched up with a stuffy sneeze. Well…she still felt mad better. Maybe just not one hundred percent better.

"À tes souhaits, ma chérie." Delphine cuddled up to her sleep-warmed skin and kissed her forehead.

"Thadks," Cosima sniffed a little sheepishly, then coughed a little too. But it didn't feel like the bloody death cough, not at all. It really felt like she just had a cold. It was practically nothing. "I actually…*snf!*…I actually feel good. Really good." Delphine raised an eyebrow skeptically; but she was still smiling. She couldn't help it. Cosima was here in her arms, her sharp hazel eyes bright and full of life and curiosity. She was here. She was alive. They both were. In the midst of this nightmare, they had found their way back to each other.

"Oui, I can see it in your eyes," Delphine agreed, leaning in and stealing a soft kiss from Cosima's warm lips, no longer cold and chapped. The blonde girl sighed almost euphorically when she felt her love's hands stroking tenderly through her hair. "But you must still take things slowly, mon coeur. You have been so sick. You must not push yourself."

"Hardly the time and place for an extended vacation though, huh?" Cosima teased gently, raising one eyebrow. "Let's get the hell out of here first, okay, and then I'll chill when we get home. A week of PJ time…as long as you're there in your PJ's, too." The tattooed girl was still grinning almost euphorically as her new reality washed over her in waves; the one where she wasn't dying anymore. The one where she had the cure that would save her sisters right in her pocket, the cure she had found for them all through her blood, sweat and tears—literally. The one where Delphine was warm and alive and lying beside her under the homemade patchwork quilt.

With her patented, full-on Cosima Neihaus golden sunlight smile firmly in place—the one that had caused nine-year-old Kira to nickname her "sunfish"—she leaned in and kissed Delphine, slowly and deliberately, trailing her fingers teasingly up and down the blonde girl's back. Delphine sighed into her mouth, her whole body turning liquid under Cosima's touch.

"Still think I don't have the strength for a super-stealthy escape from Eugenics Horror Island?" The dreadlocked girl teased.

"I think…I do not want to test that question," Delphine murmured back, and Cosima groaned and dropped her head impatiently onto the blonde girl's chest.

"I get that you kind of got used to coddling me when I was sick, but seriously, this is not the time. We're prisoners on the actual Island of Doctor-freakin-Moreau, we need to get this cure back home to my sisters without anyone finding out, we need to get Charlotte the hell out of this psycho-den. And I'm better now." Of course her throat started to itch as soon as she proclaimed how totally better she was, and she coughed a little, rubbing her nose on her wrist. But still, it wasn't the dying cough. It was a healing cough. Delphine still raised an eyebrow at her imperiously.

"Yes, clearly you are better," the blonde doctor said sarcastically.

"I am," Cosima replied impatiently, sitting up in bed so the covers fell down to her waist, showing off the insanely sexy, silver-grey lace bra that was the only piece of clothing she had left now. "You know that, babe. You shot me up yourself, didn't you? You saw the test results, you showed me. I'm gonna be okay now, puppy. Can't you please chill?" She cupped her hands to her face and sneezed again, and Delphine sat up and pulled the blankets back up over her bare shoulders.

"Cosima…" The sound of her name on Delphine's lips was always heaven; even when she said it like that, reprovingly. In that way that really meant don't-be-stubborn. But she was stubborn. Like, genetically.

"Okay, fide…*snf!*…I have a cold from being lost in the snow all night. I'm not dying from a cold, am I?" Cosima rubbed her nose on her wrist again impatiently. "Why are you so much more worried about me than I am?"

"Because I love you, you stupid, brilliant girl!" Delphine burst out, eyes flashing with desperation. "You almost died in my arms last night, again. And I cannot live without you." They stared at each other in silence for a moment; then Cosima's eyes filled up with tears, as she reached out and stroked Delphine's cheek with a smile that somehow completely broke the blonde girl's heart.

"You say that…but if you really thought I was dead…" Cosima's voice died in her throat, and suddenly Delphine realized they weren't talking about Cosima anymore. Cosima wasn't the only one who'd almost died.

"If you really thought I was dead…you'd still go on. For the others. Because they still need you. And you love them…you love them just like I do." A fat tear slid down the tattooed girl's cheek, and Delphine wiped it away with her thumb, feeling the impact of Cosima's pain now as the weight of her words sunk in. She had thought Delphine was dead. For months. The blonde girl felt the depth of her beloved's loss, grieving her, wanting to give up and let the sickness take her so they could be together in the void…but she couldn't do that. Because she wouldn't just be killing herself, she'd be killing her sisters too. They still needed her to find the cure, for all of them. They needed her to live…so she had.

"I am so…so sorry," Delphine whispered, leaning in and pressing their foreheads together, her hand warm and solid on Cosima's cheek. "When I woke up here in this strange place, my only thought was to contact you…I tried, Cosima, I swear to you that I tried. I would have done anything…"

"Shh," Cosima whispered, kissing Delphine urgently even as tears were spilling down her cheeks. "Je t'aime…" She took one of Delphine's hands in both her own, and pressed it over her heart; then they were both crying, kissing like it was the end of the world, or else the beginning. Both their hearts were pounding, warming up the little yurt even more than the crackling wood stove. Then Cosima paused, her breath soft and uneven in Delphine's mouth.

"What is it?" Delphine murmured, panting a little with freshly stirred arousal. Cosima pulled back just enough to cover her face with her hands, and sneezed again, shivering slightly. "Ah, mon petit chiot," the blonde girl sighed, smiling a little as she handed over a neatly folded cloth bandage from the beside table. Paper products of any kind were almost impossible to come by on this self-sustaining, off-the-grid social experiment. Cosima gave a sheepish little chuckle and wiped her nose.

"Sorry…*snf!*" The dark-haired girl sighed softly. "You probably shouldn't be kissing me anyway…I could actually get you sick now. You're not genetically immune to my shitty cold."

"Shut up," Delphine murmured, leaning in deliberately and capturing her love's warm lips in another kiss, reaching under the blankets and stroking the silky-soft skin between her thighs with the lightest, teasing touch. Cosima moaned softly, her hips shifting towards Delphine magnetically. Both their hearts picked up speed again.

"Do you still want me to stop, chérie?"

"Uh-uh," Cosima shook her head, laying back against the bed and pulling Delphine down on top of her.

…...

"I thought you got over crying after sex a long time ago," Cosima murmured, wiping the tear tracks from Delphine's cheeks with her thumb. The blonde girl gave her a watery smile, taking the hand from her face, and holding it in both her own, kissing her palm with a love that bordered on reverence.

"Oui…I did…the exception being, a time when you thought I was dead, and I thought you were dying."

"Aww, baby…" Cosima sighed blissfully, cuddling up for another slow, savoring kiss. "I could stay right here with you forever. But I'm so hungry…is there any food on this mad science island?"

"Yes? You want breakfast?" Delphine beamed. "That is wonderful, chérie. You have an appetite again." She leaned in and pressed another kiss to Cosima's soft lips. "You really are getting better…"

"Told ya," Cosima smirked, giving the blonde girl one more hard kiss, and a wicked grin. "So let's fuel up, and make a plan to get the hell out of here and onto that fucking boat with Charlotte."