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Rating for this chapter: M
Summary: Picking up where Season 4 left off, Delphine is prepared to do all that she can to keep Cosima safe, even when the cure doesn't work. Cophine
Chapter 1 – Anchors
Cosima inhaled sharply through her teeth as she felt the paddle land square on target. She felt the gush between her legs as heat spread through her ass cheeks; felt the strong hold Delphine's hand had on her hips as she ever so slightly thrusted into the blonde's lap.
"You know better than that, or do I have to remind you?" Delphine's playfully sharp tone cut through the sexual tension running through every atom of her body as she gulped, unable to hide the smile from her face.
"Sorry mistress. Three! I meant to say three!" She stammered out.
"And just for that, on a besoin de recommencer! From one." The Frenchwoman declared.
Cosima felt the sting of the wood on her ass again and this time, she made sure to count it "One!"
She counted each swat as it hit the tender flesh, quickly turning it a bright pink, then a dark shade of red. She was dripping by the tenth swat and felt herself throb for her lover's touch. Delphine gently rubbing her heated ass cheeks didn't help anything. She whimpered and looked up at her girlfriend, or was she her wife? Definitely her wife. She looked up at her wife with puppy dog eyes and saw Delphine melt instantly.
"Mon petit chou, I cannot stay in character with you making faces like that." She cooed, scooting out from under Cosima and sliding up to lay next to her. She tucked a stray dread behind the younger woman's ear and gently kissed her cheek, inching her body as close as she could. "Did I hurt you?" she asks, worried, feeling the tears welling up.
Cosima shook her head, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Delphine's lips as her own curled in to a smile "No. That was really, really good. Like WOW good! Like can we do that every night? good. I just. I can't…I'm so… ugh…there's too much throbbing. " She then cut herself short by rolling her lips between her own teeth and pressing her thighs together.
Delphine smiled and let out a little chuckle "Putain" Delphine chided with a chuckle.
"Pu-what?" Cosima asked with her own giggle. "I think you forget some times that I don't speak French. What the heck is a Pucaine?"
Delphine let out a belly laugh and pressed a firm hand to Cosima's shoulder, indicating that she wanted her to roll onto her back. Cosima complied.
"It means that you're going to enjoy this next part." Delphine pulled off her own shirt, heavy breasts falling from it as the material was peeled clean off. Her nakedness now only half matching Cosima's, whom she'd made strip for her the moment the brunette sauntered in after work. Delphine nudged Cosima's legs apart with her knees and smiled wider as the young scientist eagerly spread wide for her.
"Oh yeah, and what exactly's going to happen next?" Cosima asked, raising both eyebrows as she brought her hands up to rest on Delphine's hips.
"Well, mon amour, I am going to show you my appreciation for taking your spanking with such…enthusiasm."
"Are you now?"
"Ah, bien sur."
Delphine started kissing a fiery trail down her torso, slowing right above the patch of dark curls. Delphine looked up at her like she was about to say something. The moment froze in Cosima's mind as she studied every curve of Delphine's face. She noted the dazzling reflection of lights in those deep brown eyes that looked almost glazed over in want and need as they stared back at her. Her own eyes quickly fluttered to Delphine's hair; tousled and slung over to one side. The curls added such softness to the perfect symmetry that was Delphine. In almost slow motion, the object of her observation dipped down, between her legs. Cosima's eyes rolled in the back of her head in pure anticipation, her attention now returned to the tight pulsing between her legs. She gasped, feeling the tip of Delphine's tongue on her and her ears filled with the sound of a baby crying.
Wait…crying?
Somehow she wasn't actually shocked or confused, just frustrated as she let herself deflate onto the bed. She felt Delphine scale up her body and kiss her cheek.
"Bébé…" she noted, apologetically.
Cosima blinked hard, the perfect image shifting in and out, interspaced with a blurry one of what she could make out as wood and tarp. What was going on? Just as she was turning the thought over in her head, Delphine spoke again, this time sounding further away.
"Bébé, c'est temps de te lever. Cosima, wake up" Delphine softly whispered.
Cosima's eyes slowly opened as she felt lips press to her forehead. She was freezing. She pulled Delphine to her. The doctor followed her lead, pressing a hand to her forehead as she rubbed Cosima's arms. A kettle whistled in the background. Hadn't there been a baby? Cosima looked at Delphine, confused.
Delphine gently slipped Cosima's glasses on to her. "How did you sleep? I've made some tea." she asked
Cosima looked around what appeared to be a Yurt, trying to remember what had happened, how she'd gotten here. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She felt exhausted. She tried again, but was too tired to speak. Everything hurt. Everything was cold. Her chest was so tight.
She erupted in a coughing fit that made Delphine pull her closer, rubbing her back. She curled in to the warmth and safety of the doctor as she felt the wetness and tasted the copper of the blood she knew had just exited her lungs.
"I know, I've got you. It's all going to be okay my love. You had a rough night but I'm here now, I've got you. I'm right here" she whispered, holding Cosima close to her and rocking her. "Quelle chance avons nous? God, when I saw you walk in to camp last night. Oh merci Dieu!" Delphine choked out, holding back the tears as she continued to gently rock Cosima. "You were hypothermic. And it doesn't seem to have worn off. Mon petit chiot, you'll feel better soon. I'll take care of you."
Cosima's mind swam with memories as she tried to separate what she had dreamt from reality. She had been with Charlotte…Charlotte!
"Char..?" she managed to choke out
Delphine nodded "She's okay. She's here too, recovering in another cabin."
Cosima nodded and felt herself relaxing into Delphine. She was starting to drift off as Delphine whispered to her, switching languages back and forth. Cosima couldn't seem to follow what she was saying, but just the fact that Delphine was with her, holding her, saying something brought a rush of psychological warmth and comfort to her. She must have fallen asleep because suddenly, Delphine was laying her softly onto the bed. She whimpered at the loss and curled in to herself.
Delphine's voice traveled the Yurt, dancing in her ears as she smiled. She heard another person's voice as well though, a man's. She forced herself to pay attention.
"No, you have had enough time with her. It is time that we move her" the man's voice demanded.
"She is still hypothermic Elliot, and with her condition she needs medical observation" Delphine countered, not ready to have Cosima taken from her.
"You cannot claim ailment forever, Delphine."
Cosima's heart shattered. Where would they bring her? What would they do to her? Would she be a lab rat? Treated like she had seen those Brightborn babies treated? She was imperfect after all. She hated her body in this moment, filled with tumours and growths; like pustules boiling over her insides. If it weren't for this sickness, she wouldn't even be here. And to take her away from Delphine?
She waited until she heard the front door to the cabin close before she left out a choked whine.
"Delphine?" she quivered.
She was quickly wrapped in arms, a cup pressed to her lips.
"This will help. Come on darling, drink." Delphine encouraged as she rubbed her back.
Cosima complied, feeling the warmth of the tea slide down her throat, leaving a trail of warmth right to her belly. The soft flavour comforted her so she could focus on Delphine's presence.
"I am going to call the others." Delphine noted mater of factly "Finish that cup while I do."
Delphine helped her sit up with her back against the wall. She felt lethargic, much akin to a wet noodle, trying to stay upright. Delphine pressed a firm kiss to her forehead, keeping a firm hand on her chest.
"We'll get you better Cosima. It won't be much longer. I'm going to get us out of here so you and I can work this out and get you cured." she told her. Delphine took a step to walk away, but turned back like she'd forgotten something. She then crouched down to look in to Cosima's eyes. "Je t'aime. And I want to spend my life with you."
Cosima smiled weakly and though her voice cracked, she had to lighten this mood "A life of crazy science sounds great."
Delphine smiled and nodded, tears filling her eyes as she took Cosima's hand and kissed every inch of it, pressing it to her heart. After a deep inhale, the doctor stood up and headed over to a bench, where she had carefully stashed the cell phone that she had found on Cosima earlier. She flipped through the numbers, wondering who to call. Her eyes fixated on Mrs' S' number and she quickly dialed it.
Cosima pried her eyes off of the back of the head covered in blonde curls, focusing on drinking the tea in her hand and enjoying it warming her from the inside out. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Everything would be okay. Delphine must have a plan. Delphine always has a plan. She took her final sip of the tea and choked it down before her body erupted in a coughing fit. She brought her hand to cover her mouth and felt that familiar warm stickiness against it.
"I've got Cosima here. We're still on the island. You need to send someone. NOW!" Delphine informed Mrs. S.
"No, I do not want to sign up for your credit card. Now is not the time." Mrs. S retorted back.
Delphine had a moment of confusion until it dawned on her that Mrs. S. was not alone. She quickly hung up and scoured the contacts in her lover's phone, growing desperate until she saw Art's number. She quickly connected.
"Arthur Bell, my name is Delphine Cormier and I have Cosima here. She needs help" she blurted out.
"Cosima? Is she okay?" He asked
"She won't be for much longer. You are a police officer, non? I need a helicopter to Moreau Island. Latitude: 67.487545, longitude: -27.279053" she told him.
"I just sent one to those coordinates with Sarah 10 hours ago. We lost contact. Is Sarah with you?" he asked
"Sarah? Sarah is here? On the island?" she asked
"Yeah, she went after Rachel"
"Rachel is here as well." Delphine stated with venom in her voice.
She took a deep breath and covered her forehead, standing up to pace. She heard Cosima coughing and glided to her side, putting a hand on her back and rubbing small circles.
"Look, Arthur, we do not have much time. I can get Cosima to the northwestern beach of the island. Can you get the helicopter there?" she asked, desperate
"I'll radio them over. But what about Sarah?" he asked, concerned.
"Once Cosima is safe, I will find her" Delphine retorts.
Delphine heard the sound of Art communicating with someone on the other line, before he came back to her.
"The chopper will be there and waiting in 10 minutes" he informed her.
"I'll have her there"
Delphine hung up and then stood, running around the yurt and hastily packing two bags: one with food and survival gear and one with medical supplies. She made sure to tuck the box with the cure in a small fanny pack. She then grabbed the two bags and headed to Cosima. She bent over and strapped the fanny pack around Cosima's waist, tightening it securely.
"Cosima, we need to go" she told her, starting to pull clothing on the smaller girl's frame, being careful to conceal the pack.
Cosima nodded and let Delphine dress her. Her voice crackled as she spoke. "I don't think I can walk" she worriedly informed Delphine, looking up at her with cracked, quivering lips as her whole body shivered.
Delphine held her face in her hands, running her thumbs over her lover's cheeks. "Then I'll carry you" Delphine countered, returning her hands to the efforts of getting the jacket zipped onto the younger scientist before bundling herself up. She put hats on both of them.
"What about Charlotte?" she asked
"They'll take care of her here. She'll be okay so long as we get you and the cure out of here. If we stay, that cure will be used to test her." Delphine informed Cosima.
Cosima just nodded, knowing that if anyone had the cure and a clone, it would mean a life of being tested on like a lab rat. Still, she wondered what Delphine had planned.
Delphine finished dressing them, then reached under Cosima's mattress to pull out a folding hand saw. "I was keeping this in case of emergency, et bien sûr, ceci est une situation d'urgenge." She opened it and went to the lattice frame at the back of the Yurt, dropping to her knees and going to work on cutting through the wood and tarp.
The French doctor worked tirelessly, finally getting a decent sized hole cut in the back of the cabin. She tossed the two bags out, then came back for Cosima. She wrapped an arm firmly around the younger woman and supported her as they made their way to the hole.
"I'm going to go first. Lay down. I'll have to pull you out." Delphine instructed.
Cosima nodded as she let herself be placed on the floor and gently laid down. Delphine crawled out of the hole and then Cosima felt herself being pulled out by her feet. She allowed her body to be dragged across the wood floor and in to the forest.
It was colder outside and she immediately shivered. She felt her arm being tugged before her body was lifted as Delphine slung Cosima over her shoulders, carrying her in a fireman's carry with each bag on an arm.
"Ne t'inquiète pas mon amour. I've got you" Delphine comforts, knowing that she is speaking for herself as much as Cosima.
She is not sure that she can do this. She is not very strong. But she knows that she must. She takes her first step and it is shaky. Her legs wobble and threaten to send them both toppling over, but she grits her teeth as she faces the sun rising between the trees of the dense forest. She knows where she is going. She has jogged to this beach every morning since she's been recovered. Behind her, she can hear the sounds of camp waking up and only hopes that no one will go check on them anytime soon. She fears the waves of dogs that would be sent after them. She fears the altruism shown to date will be dried up. She fears the worst.
This only pushes her further. She puts her head down and focuses on putting one foot in front of the other.
"Delphine?" Cosima asks
Delphine just grunts in response.
"I love you" she whispers.
Delphine moves just a little bit faster. The beach is in sight. She can hear the helicopter. With a couple more steps, men in black hop out and are taking Cosima from her. She holds on until the last moment, then she turns to one of the men.
"I will call you when I find Sarah. Get her to safety. She is hypothermic and needs medical care." She tells him.
"No! Delphine!" Cosima cries.
Delphine steps up to her and kisses her passionately. When she pulls away, she can see the tears in Cosima's eyes. Delphine memorizes every inch of her face.
"I must. I made a promise that I intend to keep" Delphine explained. "I love you. I will find you. Tu es mon coeur et vivra toujours dans ma poitrine. Je t'aime avec tous les étoiles au ciel. "
With a final sweet kiss, Delphine stepped away and turned, running down the beach.
Cosima burst in to tears, her whole body shaking from the cold and the uncontrollable sobs escaping her frail frame. She had only just found her and now she was gone again. The chopper lifted up off the beach. She was seated in a bucket seat and was wrapped in emergency blankets. Someone then covered her ears with a headset.
As Delphine ran, she wondered where they would take Cosima. She worried about Mrs. S. and Kira, wondering who it was that had caused Mrs. S. to be unable to reply to her. She did her best to push aside the worry she felt for Cosima, the worry she thought for herself at the potential loss of her love yet again. But she was right, she had a promise to keep and she'd be damned if she broke another promise to that woman. So she ran, right down the coast. If Sarah was here, then she would be near the large house on the hill that Delphine knew more about than Elliot and the others thought she did. Delphine's mind raced with nightmares of what Rachel was doing; what she had done, what she will do. She thought of the state that Sarah might be in after a run in with the less than stable clone. No matter what had happened, Delphine knew that she would have to get Sarah out and to safety. No matter what it took. But for now, she knew thought that she would need to stick to the coast, out of sight. That's when she spotted the boat.
With burning lungs, she ran towards the docks.
"Hello?" she called out.
When there was no answer, she boarded it. It was a simple vessel and the keys were in the ignition. She had never driven a boat before, but from what she could see, she made a few deductions. Delphine rushed to untie the vehicle from the dock, and looked around the perimeter, finding an anchor which she lifted on board. She turned the key and grabbed an arm labeled "throttle". With a deep breath she pushed the arm and the boat lurched forward. Grabbing the steering wheel, she maneuvered it to stay close to the coast. Keeping her eyes to the island, she pushed on.
Cosima was jolted from her slumber as they landed. She felt arms pick her up and a steady stream of drool escaping her mouth. Only it wasn't just her mouth, her nose was dripping as well. How embarrassing; she'd been drooling and snotting all over herself. The voices around her were frantic but so far away. She felt herself being placed on a bed, but was too exhausted to open her eyes and simply let herself drift back to sleep.
Delphine saw the house on the hill and turned the boat towards the shore. As she approached, she noticed someone was on the beach. She carefully got closer and noticed that the person was asleep. She killed the engine and allowed the boat to gently move up to the edge of the water. That's when she recognized the form. It was Cosima's, only it wasn't. She knew instantly that it must be one of her sisters. Her mind sparked one name: Sarah.
Delphine jumped from the boat and ran to the girl. She shook her, looking down to see all of the blood
"Sarah, wake up" she cried, reaching down to put pressure on the wound that she'd located. Delphine shook her again.
Sarah moaned and slowly opened her eyes "Delphine?"
Delphine nodded and started trying to pick her up "We need to go" she told Sarah
"No" Sarah mubled, starting to wake up "We need to get Cosima. She's in the house."
"Listen to me. You need to get up and get on the boat. I cannot carry you. Cosima is safe" she informed the clone.
Sarah just nodded and let Delphine wrap an arm around her waist, wrapping her own around Delphine's shoulders, standing up and crying out as she put too much weight on her leg. Delphine held up tighter, trying to pick her up a little as they waddled over to the boat. That's when Delphine heard the barking.
"We must go quickly. They sent the dogs. They're chasing us." she instructed.
Sarah picked up her pace, much to the chagrin of her leg. They got to the boat and both did their best to get Sarah on board. With flailing arms and legs, the clone toppled in to the vessel. Delphine was about to jump in herself, when she looked up and saw the german shepherd barreling towards her at full speed. She hoisted herself into the boat, just as the dog latched onto her arm. She let out a tiny yelp as she used her free arm to smack between the dog's eyes, trying to get him to let go. She felt his teeth deep in her flesh as it tore. Then suddenly, a crack rang out as the ship's anchor collided with the dog's head. He let go, going limp. Sarah stood perched above Delphine, breathing hard and leaning on the seat.
"Now we're even, ya?" she informed.
Delphine nodded and held her mangled arm to her chest as Sarah steered the boat out into the open water. Once they had gotten far enough that the shore was out of sight, she stopped the boat and turned to Delphine.
"Where is she?" she asked
"I don't know. I put her on the helicopter and they took her away" she told Sarah.
Sarah stood to her full height and approached angrily "Shite Delphine! You put her on a chopper with randos and sent her off?" she yelled, angrily
Delphine shook her head "They are Arthur's people. It's the helicopter that brought you here." She informed.
At this, Sarah sat back down and dragged a hand through her hair.
"We need to bandage our wounds and call Arthur" Delphine explained, reaching for one of the bags. She'd packed medical supplies for this reason specifically. Reaching in, she pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and bandages. She stood up and walked over to Sarah, kneeling down and looking up at her. "May I?" she asked.
Sarah nodded and shrugged, slumping back in to the chair.
Delphine went to work and in no time, they had both been bandaged up. As soon as her work was done, Delphine pulled out the cell phone and called Art.
"Hello?" the detective inquired.
"Where did they take her?" she demanded an answer
"Calm down, Cosima is safe and asleep at Cal's. I just got the call an hour ago. Did you find Sarah?" Art wondered.
Delphine breathed a sigh of relief "Yes. We are safe for the moment. I found a boat and we are far away from the island" she told him, a thought coming to mind "You might want to check on Mrs. S. I called her earlier and something was wrong" Delphine says in a whisper, trying not to alarm Sarah.
"I'll get right over there. Is there a GPS on board the boat?" he asked
Delphine looked around and found a device labeled "Garmin", knowing that was a popular GPS brand, she nodded "Yes"
"I'll text you the coordinates to the docks closest to Cal's. Put those in the GPS and I'll have a team meet you at there. Is Sarah okay?" he inquired.
"She'll be alright. And Arthur, thank you" she sincerely noted.
"Just keep yourselves safe. I'll call back once I know what's going on over here" he told her and hung up.
"Oi! What's up with Mrs. S?" Sarah demanded.
"I…I don't know. I tried calling her earlier and she…was clear that she could not speak to me" Delphine told her "Arthur is going to check in."
Sarah nodded her nostrils flaring with worry for her mother and daughter. "And the cure?" Sarah squeaked out desperately
"The cure is safe with Cosima" Delphine assured.
The phone vibrated and coordinates displayed in a text message. Delphine reached for the GPS, turning it on.
"Arthur gave me coordinates to Cal's docks. He told me that a team would meet us there" she informed Cosima as she punched the numbers in.
"Why are you telling me this? Eh? Since when do you share your information with the rest of the class?" she noted defiantly
"I am on your side. There is no sense in keeping information from you now" Delphine informed her "I was protecting you all to the best of my abilities. Cosima has always been my priority, and she made the rest of you one as well."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sarah asked, not convinced.
"She made me promise to love and protect you all as I did with her. I am keeping my promise" the French woman assured.
Sarah accepted that with a nod as Delphine put the GPS back on the dash. Sarah took the wheel again and followed the arrow on the screen.
A/N: Let me know if you like it and want me to continue. It's been a while since I've written anything besides academic papers, so I might be a little rusty. I have been looking everywhere for a Cophine fic that eventually includes a Cophine baby and cannot find one, so I chose to write my own. So yes, a Cophine baby is ahead. The next two chapters will come within the next couple of days.