Delphine felt it when she woke up. An emptiness she couldn't quite place. It was like she knew she was forgetting something, only it felt more personal. She flipped through her day planner, obsessively trying to find the culprit.
Things hadn't been easy for her since she had broken up with Cosima. Selfishly, a part of her had hoped Cosima would see her true intentions. She had hoped Cosima would refuse to leave her side, clinging to her the way a toddler did at daycare. At the very least, she hoped reminding Cosima of the promise would prove that she was still putting Cosima first.
And as she watched Cosima strut down the hallway of Dyad while smiling at her text, Delphine understood why she felt that sinking feeling the minute she woke up.
She had been replaced.
She continued watching, hot tears of anger filling Delphine's eyes as she watched Cosima begin typing only to stop in the hallway, thinking before going back to typing. Cosima looked so happy that Delphine could feel the pile rising in her throat. Suddenly, it wasn't sadness that she felt. It was rage.
What more could she have done? Where had she gone wrong? Didn't Cosima see how she loved her? Didn't Cosima notice the things she did?
Delphine was the one who gave the approval for Scott to work with Cosima. Delphine had been ruthless but passionate in finding cures for was Delphine who had taken the heat for all Sarah and Cosima's schemes. Hell, it was Delphine who had to endure Aldous' hands all over her body just to get close to such a scientific goldmine. If he had any suspicions that they'd fall in love, she never would have been allowed to so much as look at Cosima.
She wanted to hate Cosima. She wanted to harden her heart and be as heartless as other monitors, faking affection and lying relentlessly. She wanted to be cold like Rachel and view Cosima as 324b21 instead of a person. But she couldn't.
She couldn't hate Cosima. She couldn't even be mad. Underneath it all, she loved her. She'd loved her since their initial meeting. She hadn't understood until Cosima kissed her. She was naive enough to tell herself that it was intrigue over a clone, but that kiss changed everything.
And no matter how cruel Cosima acted, no matter what she said, Delphine always looked at her and saw the girl who looked so small on the couch as she glanced up, teary eyed to tell Delphine that she was sick.
She took a deep exhale, wondering if Cosima realizes that she had confided to Delphine she was sick before the others. She had trusted her once. She had chosen Delphine to share her secret with.
She grabbed the glass of whiskey, her eyes darkening as she turned her chair, glancing out the window, brooding. Delphine had never been one to be outdone on any level.
"This is Dr. Cormier, I need the internet history for subject 324b21 and I need it now," she demanded before hanging up the phone.
Within minutes, she was biting her lip, onto Cosima's trail. A dating website and a few vague emails back and forth between Cosima and Shay. Delphine narrowed her gaze, noticing Cosima hadn't logged into her account in days. Shay on the other hand, had been active a few hours ago.
She let out a sarcastic puff of a laugh. This girl Cosima is taken with didn't appear to be as taken. She knew it was too easy to be caught if she created a profile. Cosima could get Scott to hack into such an unsecured website in his sleep. And if Cosima knew what Delphine was up to, she'd never forgive her. No, this couldn't have a trail. Not a trace of what was to come. She buzzed for her assistant.
"I need everything you have on Shay Davydov," she growled. "And I want to know everything about each and every one of her ex girlfriends, Cosima Neihaus included."
"Stealing your exes girl? That's cold blooded," the assistant smiled.
"If she wants to play games, I'll play games," Delphine said, her tone hushed.
