AN: I really don't know what to say in these. This is just some angst I wrote one night and warning there is character death. I hope you like it :)


Delphine lay awake in the bed, listening to Cosima breathe. In and out. In and out. She was scared to sleep, scared that if she didn't listen to Cosima breathe, nobody would and it would just stop. She knew that wasn't logical, but she didn't care. Her love and fear made her illogical.

She finally fell asleep hours later, and when she awoke it was obvious she hadn't slept more than 3 hours. But Cosima still lay there asleep, still breathing. In and out. In and out.

Delphine sat the breakfast table and gazed at Cosima, sitting across from her drinking coffee and working on her computer. She admired the thin tank top Cosima wore and noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. 'She really does have the biggest and nicest breasts out of them doesn't she?' She thought to herself. 'Lucky me.'

Her eyes followed the rise and fall of the brunette's chest. She noticed Cosima's breathing was a bit more shallow and slow today. But she was still breathing. Still the same in and out. In and out.

That night as they lay in bed after a round of making love she asked Cosima," how are you feeling today? Any better?"

Cosima looked away, anywhere but right into the blonde's eyes, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm breathing easier today."

They both knew it was a lie, and they both knew Delphine didn't believe it. But the blonde just nodded and turned around to be the little spoon. Normally she preferred being the big spoon, but lately all she wanted was to feel Cosima's chest against her back. She wanted to feel her intakes and outtakes of breath. She wanted to feel the calming feeling of knowing that Cosima was still with her. She wanted to feel the in and out. In and out.

A couple weeks later Delphine didn't understand what happened. One day they're happy together, with Cosima very slowly getting worse. They thought they still had time. And the next suddenly Cosima can't get up in the morning and is coughing and wheezing as though she'd been smoking for 60 years.

They tried to fix it, Delphine went to the lab every day and did all she could. She even turned to Dr. Leekie to see if he could help, knowing he didn't want to lose his clones to some mysterious illness. But nobody knew what to do.

That's how they ended up here, in a small hospital room with Cosima barely awake and connected to different machines.

"Delphine, I.. I-" Cosima coughed, barely able to get out a word.

"Don't ma cherie, don't try to talk. It's okay." Delphine said, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

"No, I have to say this. I.. I can feel it. I know it's almost over." Cosima softly whispered, not having the energy to speak louder.

Delphine now had tears running down her cheeks. "Please no Cosima. Please stay with me. I need you! I love you!" She could barely control herself. She was shaking and knew she needed to calm down to try and be there for Cosima.

"I'm sorry, honey. But I can't anymore. It hurts so much. I love you too, so fucking much." Cosima tried to squeeze Delphine's hand as she said this but was too weak.

Delphine just grabbed Cosima's right hand with both of hers and pressed it to her lips. She watched as Cosima's eyes closed slowly and she took in a breath. In and out. But the next in never came.

FIN