So because I have tons of Reggie feels and believed he deserved better. I thought about it and decided to say "What the heck!?" and now I'm writing a fanfic about Reggie. Also I apologize in advance if my knowledge about the Infamous series is wrong or flawed, for I have not played Infamous 1 or 2, so my info on the franchise is limited.


The last thing he saw before the concrete covered his face was Delsin's expression, how heartbroken it look. How tortured as tears ran down his cheeks and he wished that he didn't have to let go, because dammit there was apart of him that knew he still needed to be there for his baby brother, but as much as that look tore at his heart, Reggie wasn't going to take Delsin down with him. That was his job as his older brother, wasn't it? To put Delsin first above everything and everyone else, including himself?

So he let go and fell into Puget Sound, accepting his fate as Delsin's screams still echoing in his ears.

Reggie knew that he wasn't going to drown just yet, Augustine's concrete had encased his entire body. But even so, he was still stuck down at the bottom of the lake, and Reggie could feel the water pressure compressing against every side of his cement tomb. And god it was agony, the pressure pushed against his skull, it was as if someone was squeezing his head and it was going to burst like a balloon. He tried his best to curl into himself as best as he could to try and lesson the intense pain but considering that his limbs were pinned to against him. That his left arm stuck in an awkward position, stuck above his head, enabling him to move. Reggie was completely trapped, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

And that realization terrified him.

The thing was, Reggie knew what fear was. Many people would argue the fact that he was merely a police sheriff of a small town in Salmon Bay and therefore he didn't truly know the horrors and trials of the world, if he did then he would know just how bad Conduits had it. But being a cop was exactly why he knew what fear was like. It means he's seen he's own types of horrors, ones that still kept him up at night.

But this, this feeling— this sensation was a whole new different and horrible experience. Because while he avoided the water as much as Delsin did. He wasn't afraid of it like his brother was— at least not until in this moment he wasn't. Not only did he felt like he was being crushed by the force of the water but knowing that this wasn't going to be quick or easy passing —that he was going to be alive down here for a while— caused Reggie to cry out in terror.

But he made this choice and despite his fear Reggie regretted none of it because at least his brother was alive. And that was good enough for Reggie to take a deep breathe, close his eyes and wait his death, no matter how long it took.

All the while thinking of his baby brother.

For the next couple days— or maybe it was hours? Hell, it could have been mere minutes, he honestly had no idea anymore. All that he knew was that his throat felt dry, his stomach churned, and he had black outs more frequently. And Reggie was no doctor but he guessed that wasn't a good sign.

But for however long it's been, Reggie had nothing but himself for company, the water pressure was a painful hindrance and the quiet soon to prove to have a negative effect on him for he started hearing voices. He started losing his sense of reality, it grew to be unbearable when he started seeing his tribe back home, Delsin and Betty gave him such warm smiles Reggie tried to reach out and embrace them —because god he missed them— only for the vision to dissipate like Delsin's smoke powers and he was right back where he was, under the Puget Waters.

His mind probably just wanted to give him some comfort, easy his agony, only problem was that it only made it worse. Giving him what he couldn't have was a horrible torment. Because if there was even the slightest chance he could survive this Reggie would take it, but he knew that that wasn't a possibility, for no one knew he was down here and even if they did, by the time they'd found him, he'd be long gone.

So Reggie submitted, even so, the hallucination made it harder to do so. Delsin... He remembered, fondly. Delsin, I did this for Delsin.

Which was why he regretted nothing.

So as another wave of churning fell upon him, as he felt the telltales signs of a dizziness creeping up into his eyelids, Reggie passed out once again, faintly feeling the sensation of his concrete tomb being jostled.


When Reggie came too once more, the first thing he realized was that for the first time in what felt like forever, he was actually able to take a deep and complete breathe, he gasped loudly, greedily gulping down oxygen as much as his lungs could bare, relishing and so overjoyed that he almost got misty eyed. The second thing he realized was that his limbs were no longer in their awkward position like they had been. The closed space that kept him pinned was gone.

He was free.

Slowly, cautiously, Reggie opened his eyes and saw nothing but complete darkness, it was as if he were back inside the concrete only this time he actually had room to move, to breathe fully without having to worry about wasting air. Once the initial shock of surviving his plummet to supposed death wore off. Immediately, his police instincts kicked in and he began surveying where he was.

And it was nothing more then a room. But other then the window that had its curtains drawn as some light shine through, the room was in complete darkness. A million questions ran through his mind. How had he gotten out of Puget Sound? Who had gotten him out? How the hell did they even know he was down there in the first place? Could it have been Delsin, perhaps? No... Reggie debunked, even if Delsin had wanted to save him — of that Reggie had no doubt— his baby brother couldn't swim. But... maybe Delsin told someone? Maybe he bribed a DUP officer to locate him?

Thinking more on this, Reggie moved to stand but he gasped as his body was over come with pain, his joints screamed in protests from moving, overwhelming sore. Inhaling a deep breathe, Reggie ignored the agony in his body, swinging his legs over the bed and standing up. Taking a step forward, only to fall to the floor a second later.

"Finally awake, are ya?" A male voice spoke out, startling Reggie. He jerked his head towards the voice and there, sitting on the desk was a silhouette of someone he couldn't make out, but the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where.

"Relax, Rowe. I'm not gonna hurt ya."

"W-Who the hell are you?" Reggie rasped hoarsely, shakily getting to his feet again.

God, was that really his voice?

"Who I am right now, doesn't matter." The voice said and Reggie watched him cross his legs and fold his arms in the dimly light room. "What does matter is you should be grateful that I was able to find you among all that concrete in Purget Sound."

Pressing his lips together, Reggie narrowed his eyes. "How long was I—?"

"Down there?" The voice interrupted, calmly. "Almost two weeks. Honestly I'm amazed you were still breathing when I found you. You've been topside for about three days, recovering from a hypothermia, fevers, dehydration, starvation. Plus you had concrete in your lungs so I had to fish that out of you."

"Jesus..." Reggie mumbled, how had he lived through all of that? A thought occurred to him. "Well... I don't mean to sound ungrateful that you saved me but exactly why did you?"

The man laughed, "I guess you could call it, my repentance. Trying to make something out of my worthless life, you could say. That and I owed someone a debt."

Okay, that just gave Reggie more questions then answers. "I'm afraid you've already lost me."

The man scoffed then there was a pause and out of no where liquid splashed him in the face, he stumbled back, shocked. "What the hell!?" He cursed as he wiped his face and glared at the man, who merely laughed.

"Are ya awake now? Cause I'm only going to explained this once so listen up." The tone of the man's voice turned gruff and drained. "My life with these powers have made existing in this world a living hell but because I'm such a coward I never had the courage to off myself."

"You're a Water Conduit?"

"Oh you noticed?" Sarcasm, this guy was throwing sarcasm at him now? "Now I am by no means a saint, I've done some various no-no's growing up, vandalism, stealing— Who knows? Maybe I should have been locked up in Curdun Day, maybe that's what I deserved. But when my powers came, I wanted to do more, be better then what— or who I had been before. But of course— my luck was never that easy."

"My hometown... they turned on me even when I tried to explain that I was actually trying to use my powers to do some good for a change. The DUPs hauled me in after that and I spent the next 16 years in Curdun Cay, they sent a 12 year old to a place worse then Juvenile Hall. All because I saved that kid and his brother from drowning."

Reggie's eyes widened, that sentence immediately resonated with him. "Wait what?" He knew he was probably jumping to conclusions, because what were the odds? But then Reggie remembered something back from that day, back when Delsin and himself had almost drowned in the Salmon Bay waters. Amongst all the chaos of his parents being overprotective to the point of suffocation, to Reggie trying his hardest to comfort his brother who was having nightmares from their ordeal and was even refusing to bathe.

Among all those memories, he recalled one of Delsin's friends, when of his older friends that was partly responsible for Delsin for turning to vandalism after their parents died. Conner was his name. And Reggie remembered being slightly jealous of the kid who his eight year old brother idolized for being "so badass" as he said. Older then Delsin obviously, but younger then himself by a full two years. Reggie also remembered that after their brief rush with possible death, Conner suddenly vanished. And when asked where he was, the town simply said he left.

But then...

Had that been a lie?

Was it even possible?

Narrowing his eyes, his heart beating rapidly. Reggie looked at the silhouette. "Conner?" Hesitation in his voice.

A laugh rang out. Then a noise of someone clapping their hands caused Reggie to jump and suddenly the room was filled with light, Reggie yelped in pain. "I was wondering when you were going to figure that out."

Rubbing at his eyes, Reggie looked forward and saw a very unkempt, very skinny, very exhausted looking Conner from his Akomish tribe. To say he was shocked, would have been an understatement. "Conner..."

Conner gave him a small, wary smile. "It's been a long time, Reg. How's it going?"

Reggie scoffed, "Well from what you said I've been trapped in concrete for weeks so, not good, I guess."

"Which is why I said you're lucky that I was able to find you."

"Yeah, how did you find me anyway? Hell, how did you even get out of Curdun Cay?"

Conner laughed and leaned forward in the chair he was sitting in, gesturing for him to take a seat on the second chair that was by the corner of the desk. "Actually you can thank your rescue to that brother of yours."

Reggie blinked. "Delsin?"

Conner nodded, "Yeah, Delsin stormed Augustine's tower and went ham on her ass. He took her concrete power, freed all the prisoners in Curdun Cay —including myself— and basically became the new leader for peace between humans and Conduits."

"Delsin did all that?" Pride warmed Reggie's heart as he listened to Conner talk about Delsin's triumph and accomplishments. "Well done, little brother."

"Yup, he's pretty famous here in Seattle."

Another thought occurred to him. "How did you know where I was?" The only people who knew what happened to him were Delsin and Augustine.

"Well when your brother and his two friends broke us out, I spent some time one my own for a while during which I got up the courage to go back home." Conner paused as his gaze shifted to his hands. "I'll be honest with you, Reggie. I was extremely bitter towards our tribe."

The look on Conner's face was truthful, there was bitterness among his eyes, but also calmness. "That whole 'We're Akomish. We protect our own' obviously didn't apply to me, at least not back then. I was even more so cause while they sent me away they didn't with your brother. Our tribe took concrete in their bodies, some of them died and they still didn't sell him out. But then I got there and I was welcomed back by the people who shunned me. I was shocked, then l learned about Delsin and what exactly went down in Seattle." Conner paused to each inside his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "And then." He started scrolling through his phone and then handed it to Reggie. "I saw this on the billboard at the near the fish cannery." Taking the phone, Reggie looked at the photo on the screen.

It was the billboard that Delsin had vandalized, but it was different. It looked like it had been cleaned, Delsin's handy work via spray pain were there clear as day as Reggie saw a well made picture of the two of them. Behind him in both pictures, it looked like he had Eagle wings. He didn't know if that was something Delsin had planned or not. But between the two images, was a sentence.

In loving memory of

Reggie Rowe

Aw, Delsin. Reggie thought, with such fond sadness that his vision blurred. Because everything he did, Reggie did for Delsin.

"From what I heard he was very heartbroken about losing you." The Conduit muttered, sympathetically. "After I saw the billboard, I asked around about what happened to you. And when I was told that you died by the hands of Augustine I knew you were still alive." Conner explained as he gently took back the phone. "I know her concrete power and it can't kill you unless she wills it too. If no death has occurred then it can trap you for days on end, still keeping you alive. So because of what Delsin did for me, I decided that the only way I could repay him was attempting to try to find his big brother." Connor place his phone on the desk and stretched. "And now that I have, I can be at peace with my one good deed."

Confused, Reggie tilted his head. "What are you talking about?"

"I've been through hell and back, for the past 16 years. I'm sure you can image how tired I am. Emotionally, physically. I just fucking tired, man." Conner leaned back in the chair, almost slumped as if he were about to fall asleep. It was then that Reggie noticed the small bottle next to the lap.

"Jesus Christ, Conner." He was up on his feet, looking at the man, as realization dawned on him. "Tell me you didn't."

Conner sighed gently, "Like I said, I never had the guts to off myself." He yawned then and rubbed his eyes. "That is until today."

Reggie's first instinct was to call the hospital, because he wasn't just going to stand by and watch someone from his tribe commit suicide, while there was still something he could do about it, he never was there for Conner before —not liking the way he made Delsin act back when they were all kids— but this time he could be.

Conner actually groaned, must have saw the look of denial on Reggie's face. "C'mon, Reg. Don't go all super-cop on me now. I have been through too much to go on, I've lost the will to fight."

Reggie shook his head. "That doesn't mean that you have to—"

Conner's eyes narrowed on him, glaring annoyingly. "I'm tired. Okay? I just want to sleep. I want to be free from the pain I've endured." The water Conduit closed his eyes and let out a shaky breathe. "Please, just let me pass in peace."

Reggie opened his mouth to argue but found that he was at a loss for words, they were damn stubborn, us Akomish. But still, Reggie felt guilty, guilty that he couldn't that he never took the time to be there for Conner, that he simply saw him as a bad influence on his little brother and not a kid who wanted to start over.

Conner started laughing. "The guilt in your face, Reg. It's hilarious." Licking his lips, the Conduit reach over and opened one of the draws on the desk. "Before I go, I want you to do me a favor— how's that sound?"

Reggie nodded, agreeing. It was the least he could do. "Of course."

"See the thing is. Apparently I'm the only Water Conduit of my kind. And me being who I am —just a punk kid who's parents ditched him at the orphanage— I didn't do a good job at being the full Conduit I could have been if I grew up like you. Mr. Super Cop— goodie two shoes." Finally, Conner retracted his hand and looked him in the eyes. "If you refuse... I understand, but if your willing I'd like you to take my powers."

Shocked and a little confused, Reggie rubbed the back of his neck. "How exactly would I do that?"

"Well back in the day they had this device— or more like this mechanism that could transfer powers. Now the DUPs modified it and made it smaller, portable and easy to use. How else do you think all of Augustine's men got her concrete powers? Now most of them were Forced Conduits, who already had tested positive for the Conduit gene and Augustine was simply a template, other half were humans— some of which didn't make it." Conner turned his hand over and revealed a small device, no bigger then a simple cell phone. "Now you don't have to do this, cause not only do I not know if you'll survive this. I'd mighty thankful to you."

Reggie gazed at the transfer device. Knowing that if he agreed then he wouldn't be able to go back, that he would most likely be treat badly just like every other Conduit, just like Delsin was. Because being different in this world was painful, and that made him almost refuse. But then he looked at Conner —the pills were kicking in fast— the exhaustion, the self-hatred, the pain all clear as day on his face, he didn't deserve such a horrible life, no one did. Had this been Delsin's life, and was asking him to take his powers, to try and better the world, immediately he would have accepted, no matter how he felt about Conduits.

Reggie refused to let this be Conner's legacy.

To honor a fellow Akomish... To honor Conner as a person and not as the monster that everyone saw him as, the very man who saved his life, Reggie would take this burden with grace. Slowly, Reggie extended his hand and clasped it around Conner's, around the device. Seconds later, an electric current swarmed, an intense amount of energy engulfed his body and Reggie stumbled back, falling to the floor, feeling dizzy.

Above him, he faintly heard Conner let out a soft gasp. Looking up, Conner had a smile on his face as he laid in the chair, boneless and limp. The Power transfer device falling to the floor with a thump! It was as if the pills were kicked into overdrive, it was as if Conner's powers were the one thing that was preventing him from finding peace. "Use... my powers, Reg." Conner whispered, his breathing was shallow. "Be a better Conduit then I was. Be a better person then I was."

Swallowing, the lump in his throat. Reggie nodded. "Of course." He promised, he vowed.

"Thank you."

Closing his eyes, Conner let out a soft sigh. And he remained that way, lifeless and finally at peace.

Standing up, Reggie made his way over to Conner, picking his hands up, he folded them out of respect of the man that saved his life twice. He had no idea that he could feel equal parts sad and grateful at the same time. "Hoyt, Conner. I'll honor you, I promise."

Using Conner's phone, he dialed 911 to inform them of Conner's body. He informed them to treat the man's body with care and respect because "He saved my life, he's a good person." and "Call the Longhouse in Salmon Bay when you've given him a proper burial, because that's where I'll be.". Leaving the GPS on, Reggie reluctantly left the room, the goal of reuniting with his brother.

I'm coming, Delsin.

I'm coming.


So i was going to keep this story as is, but then I realized that I am not the type of author to keep characters dead even if they are that way in canon. So yes, I brought Reggie back AND I made him a Conduit! Though, I decided to go a different route by making him a Forced One, basically he's one of the DUPs, instead of him being one from the very beginning.

Also apologies for the added OC, I hardly ever do stuff like that but I needed a way for Reggie to actually get the Water Conduit powers and I thought it would add some extra feels if Connor was apart of the Akomish long ago but was shunned and then taken away by the DUPs, in my own that tied in the fact why the tribe was so protective of Delsin years later, because they didn't want to make that mistake again by turning on one of their own.

Anywoo, for the few that have read this, I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a Review, they are always appreciated seeing as I'm having doubts about this story and I will see you all soon.