Infamous: Second Son; Break Down the Walls

Chapter 1 (Post 'Go Fetch')

He looked about at the mess that was her 'apartment.' Really, it was a neon billboard. Practical, for a homeless neon conduit, perhaps a bit less than comfortable, but she made it homey enough. Some tarps for a roof, overturned cardboard boxes for tables. Underwear and hair dye strewn about. Smelled pretty, though. Like flowers. Nice touch, he thought. Better than the feminine handwriting that spelled Brent all over the walls, at least. He knew why she'd done it, but still.

"I'm sorry about Reggie, he uh, he can get a bit zealous sometimes." He scratched the back of his hair through his beanie, and blinked. The neon light meant the nest was eternally bright.

"Thanks, though. I owe ya one." She said, sitting on her sleeping bag. He looked at her. Short pink hair. Gauges. Nose ring. Soft face, torn leggings, ratty, neon sprayed jacket. Beautiful, if you're into that sort of thing. He was.

"No problem. Would've been nice if you hadn't led me around on a wild goose chase, though." He grinned.

"Can you really blame me? Seven years in Curdun Cay can make ya a bit… twitchy." She kicked at her copy of Jane Eyre, crinkling the pages. "Besides, you grabbed me and stole my powers, not like that's the nicest way to greet someone!"

"If I hadn't than you would've gotten away! I'd still be chasing you!" He laughed.

"Fair, Smokes, that's fair."

"Thanks. Listen, so I want to give you a quick rundown of what happened after you guys escaped, why I'm here, and why I leeched your powers, cool?" He stuck his hands in his pockets.

"All right. Make it quick though. Today took a lot out of me." She ran a hand through her hair.

"Right, caught the smoke-stuff from that Hank guy, then Augustine," Fetch shuddered at the name, "came, killed him, and figured I was hiding something. Didn't believe me when I told her I caught powers, though. Tortured my whole tribe with her damn concrete shit when they wouldn't talk either. I, being a conduit, am the only one who got better. The others… they're, they're dying. And it's my fault and I have to help them, and to do that, I need Augustine's powers, and to get her powers, I need as many powers as I can get. Hence me, here with you." He sighed. He didn't like to think about what he made happen, let alone talk about it.

"I know how you feel." She said, her voice soft. He looked away, so she thought she might try a different tactic. "Does this mission of yours include getting back at the bitch?" She stood and began to pace, crumpling her sleeping bag.

"Hell yeah it does."

She stopped and looked at him. "Than count me in. Call me Fetch, by the way."

"Delsin." He leaned against her billboard, pins on his vest clinking. "So, willing to help me train up my powers?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow, though, D, been a long day."

"Put your number in my phone." Delsin said, handing it to her. She did. He waved and hopped out of her billboard. "I'll call you."

"It ain't a date!" She yelled out after him, hearing his laugh ring out in response. Laying back in her bag, she smiled to herself for a reason other than mass murder, for the first time since Brent, and fell asleep.

Author's Note: Welcome to the story! (Or something.) I felt, like a lot of other people, that the characters in I:SS just didn't get enough development over the course of the game. This is my attempt at correcting that, so each chapter is a vignette from between the missions as I imagined them. I did my very best to stick to (good karma) canon. Also, I'd like to give a bit of inspiration credit to BrokenDreamz95 and their collection of Delsin/Fetch one shots, Neon Lights. If you haven't already, than seriously, go read it. Great stories by a great writer. Anyway, I hope you like it!