The Information Age Oneshots
Dreams
Prompt: Dempsey/Vivian/Richtofen
Requested by: NiteNdPurity
Occurrence: Before the time travelers reach Hawaii, on the Saving Grace.
Disclaimer: All COD characters and concepts belong to Treyarch, everything else belongs to me.
Beeeeeeppp...beeeeepppp...beeeeeepppp...
Vivian couldn't help but groan. It had been barely 2 hours since she'd gone to sleep in her own bed and yet again, that same damn droning of the video conference alarm was there. She curled her body, gathered the sheets, and stuffed her head down under the pillows.
BEEE-BOOOOP...BEEE-BOOOOOP!
It was no use. The alarm just blared at a greater decibel and it irritated her to the point where she threw one of her pillows at the wall with a force that tore through the air with an audible whistle. The crash that followed was even louder. Vivian groped towards the remote that was on her nightstand and sat up in her bed, her eyes almost swollen from lack of sleep as she fought to open them. Had she not been so exhausted and practically nude since she hadn't the strength to even put on shorts and a shirt, Vivian would have properly greeted whoever was calling her in the box as she normally would have done.
But the truth of the matter was that she was just dead tired. In a half-assed shrug, she pressed the strobing red button at the top, then went back under the covers completely. A whooshing sound echoed from the opposite side of the room and Vivian knew that it was just the TV screen rearing into place.
"Viv, great, you're...Viv?"
Oh, it was Dempsey this time. Vivian grunted and moved around the voluminous sheets so that she could pop one of her arms up to wave.
"Where...am I in your bedroom?"
Vivian could hear the teasing innuendo and nearly see the smug look on his face. Her waving gesture became a flicking of the bird for his efforts, and Dempsey laughed.
"Just saying, I mean, letting me into your room and all - "
"What do you want, Mr. Dempsey?" Vivian's voice emerged from the mounds of cotton muffled, her eyes still squeezed shut as if to convince herself this was just a bad dream. Then again, she really would hate to think Dempsey of all people would be involved in her dreams, good or bad.
"Oh, just working out, you know..." The sounds of clinking dumbells and Dempsey's slight grunting were heard after he spoke.
Really? He woke her up in the middle of the night for this?
BEEE-BOOOP...BEEE-BOOOP...
"What the hell was that?" Dempsey asked as the noises of the clanking metal stopped. Vivian groaned and reached for the remote underneath the covers before pressing the same strobing red button, "Hey, wait, don't - !"
Vivian would've laughed at Dempsey's attempt to stop her from switching channels, but the triumphant glee never lasted long against maniacal laughter.
"Director, you are awake, ja?" Richtofen spoke in that sort of high-pitched voice, and Vivian threw the remote in an attempt to break the TV. And no, she didn't care if it did broke. She just wanted the night to hers, and hers alone for Christ's sake!
"Ah, good." Daaammmmnnnnn iiiiiiiiitttttttttt...
"Is this something that could not possibly wait until morning, Herr Richtofen?" again, Vivian was buried in her sheets and wasn't really in the mood to reveal her current state.
"Ooh...brushing up on your German?" Vivian finally opened her eyes and drew the sheets around her as she sat up with a sudden increase in energy. Her hair, having been wet when she'd went to sleep, billowed around her in a crazy manner and slapped her in the eyes. She hissed and used the hand not holding the sheets to draw them away angrily, touching the corners of her eyes as she spoke.
"Focus!" Vivian took a deep breath and tried to calm down, putting her free hand to her forehead, "...Richtofen...focus...now, what is it that you have to tell me?" She'd been able to clear her vision and saw Richtofen staring at her with both his usual hat and jacket taken off. Now, he was just dressed in a white dress shirt, a pile of papers grasped in his hands that were covered in his signature gloves. He was sitting on a chair in front of his bed, leisurely letting his legs clothed in grey slacks and black boots rest at the corner of the TV screen.
"Oh nothing...I have been going over the new formulas and found over 43 errors in calculations - "
"Oh, that's good. I'm positively ecstatic, thank you for telling me. Now, good night Richtofen - " She attempted to end the conversation, but one comment nearly pushed her over the edge.
"Putting me off so soon, Fraulein? I thought you enjoyed my late night visits..."
Oh for the love of all things good and decent in this world -
BEEEE-BOOOOOP...BEEEE-BOOOOOP...
"What is that?"
"Oh, that? That's the signal that means 'bye-bye' Herr Richtofen..." Vivian let his name roll of her tongue in a sing-song voice as she let her thumb click the red strobe button on the remote. And as she expected, Dempsey's pre-image popped back up on the screen to show who was calling.
"Yes, Mr. Dempsey?" she asked in a dry tone, "And please, unless it's something that can't wait until morning, I suggest you go to bed." She was rather thankful the man had saved her from completely losing it in front of that sarcastic Nazi, but she would rather be given a reprieve from both of them tonight.
"Well," Vivian's eyes went from sleepy to wide awake in a near second when she saw Dempsey shirtless, "Not used to sleeping on a plane. Thought you'd like to keep me company since you are in charge of keeping us happy and all..." Vivian had to face-plant the bed material to stop herself from staring, wondering what she ever did to deserve this as she felt her cheeks heat up. She had seen naked men before, but it was in her ethnic nature to be a little prudish. Vivian took deep calming breaths, and hoped that the room was dark enough to cover the bright shade of pink that dusted her face.
"I am not your personal baby sitter, Mr. Dempsey," Vivian breathed as she tried to keep her eyes solely on his, "Take a few pills, drown yourself in alcohol, whatever you choose, keep it to yourself. And I prefer to be referred to as Director or Sakamoto. We are professionals here, Mr. Dempsey." Dempsey raised an eyebrow suggestively with a smirk before putting his right arm above the camera and leaning in.
"C'mon Viv, you can't say this is strictly business anymore. You can even tell me a sexy bedtime story - "
"Mr. Dempsey, what is that on your side?" Vivian couldn't help but look at him when his entire torso covered the screen, but luckily she was distracted by some strange tattoo etched over his right ribs. Dempsey turned and Vivian had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Just on his right side there laid a picture of a personified Nazi swastika humping the American flag from behind.
"WHAT THE F - ?!"
BEEEE-BOOOOOP...BEEEE-BOOOOOP...
"Sorry Mr. Dempsey, I'll just leave you to that right there so..."
"Viv, don't you da - !" Vivian breathed a sigh of relief, letting a few measly chuckles escape her lips. However, a maniacal giggle seemed to suck all the hilarity from her.
"Ah, finally. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me, naaahhaahaha!" To hell with Richtofen and that God damn laugh!
"Yeah, well you know what?" Vivian could feel the blood vessels in her eyes from the constant stress she was building up, "I shouldn't have! You know why?! It's 3 o'clock in the fucking morning, Richtofen! So this better be real important or I will disconnect your phone privileges!" There was the most ingratious smirk on his face that ticked her off, unfortunately making it impossible for her to go to sleep until that thing was wiped off not only his face, but the world.
"And?"
"...And what, Richtofen? What more need I do or say?"
"I will give you 3 guesses."
"I don't want to play this game Richtofe - "
"That was one guess!"
"Dear Jesus - you are a brilliant doctor, I'm so glad you found those calculation errors, you are a Nazi whore, WHAT?!"
"Clap your hands three times, and I will tell you."
"Okay, fine, whatever ends this fucking nightmare. Look, one, two, threeeeeee - why are you looking at me like that?" Vivian watched as Richtofen's eyes changed from uncaring smugness to being at full attention, one of his eyebrows raised up as he did so. Then, the fan above caused a breeze to pass by her chest, and she swore like a sailor as she tried to gather the sheets around her again while Richtofen laughed like a hyena.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH, I WILL KILL YOU - "
"You didn't have to clap for me, dummkopf. And what can you do with me all the way over here and you over there, hmmmm?" Her face turned bright right at the admission, feeling like a God damn fool over what had happened. True, she could argue it was the lack of sleep that might have impaired her judgement, but it happened, plain and true, and Richtofen didn't seem the type to let you live stuff like this down.
"Yeah, laugh it up, your plane is landing in 6 hours and I will - "
BANG! BANG! BOOOM!
"Found you, you Nazi !" Dempsey's unmistakable voice rang out and Vivian saw the enraged American standing at the open entryway to whatever room Richtofen was in. The door that was once attached had been sent crashing into the bed, sending it sprawling across the floor with splinters embedded in them.
"Oh fuck my life..." Vivian put her forehead in her palm. Now she had to have the repair force make a new door when they came in for a landing...
"Oh Dempsey, I hadn't realized. Vivian was just putting on a show for me...did you bring popcorn?"
"How long did you think you could hide from me, you fucking Kraut?!" Dempsey's voice became dangerously quiet as he approached the doctor, Richtofen's hands going up as he left his seat and backed away.
"Well, not long. Nikolai is terrible at keeping secrets," Richtofen admitted before the Russian's voice echoed from the hallway.
"I AM SORRY MY FRIEND, IT WAS THE VODKA! OH, AND YOU NEED NEW DOOR NOW!" Vivian could feel her stress level growing worse by the second...
"I AM MEDITATING, YOU DRUNK RUSSIAN!" came another voice, presumably Takeo's by the Japanese accent, "YOU WILL BE QUIET OR I WILL CUT YOU IN HALF WITH MY HONOR!"
"I DO NOT FUCKING CARE, YOU TINY JAP!" from then on, more crashing and exploding noises were heard from the outside. And just when this night couldn't get any worse...
"You think I wouldn't figure out who did this you fucking piece of shit?!"
"Oh ja, that was a good one! Did Frauelin see it?"
"I will end your maggot-loving ass, Richtofen!"
"NYAHAHAHAAAAHAAAA!"
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YOU!" Vivian finally blew it and she tore the covers off her body, not giving a single fuck if Richtofen or Dempsey saw her now, "I have had enough of your childish antics tonight! All I want is a little sleep, is that so much to ask?! And with both of you phoning me every 3 minutes, I feel like I'm in a fucking nightmare! SO BOTH OF YOU, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She breathed heavily, her hair still heavily messed and standing before the camera in just her bra and underwear.
"...Hey Viv, you're - "
"Say one more word, Dempsey. ONE more word...I dare you."
"...Damn." For a second, Vivian thought she was going to explode but instead blushed out of confusion and an odd sense of flattery from the way the husky word came out of his throat.
"Oh, you said one word. He leaves now, ja?"
"Shut it, freak bag."
"Oh well, doesn't matter, I saw them earlier. What is that American phrase? 'Finders keepers'?" It took Vivian a second to register what Richtofen was saying. Was he...claiming her breasts?
"You forgot 'losers weepers', as in you, you dumbass. I called her first. Viv," Dempsey bent low to the camera with a grin, "Liking the bed time story so far, wanna continue this in my room?"
And with that, Vivian shut down the video conferencing. It took her a few moments to think about what just happened before she grabbed all of her sheets, including her comforter, and slunk over to her bathroom where the alarm's blaring wouldn't reach her. She laid everything out on the clean tile floor before settling in, her face blank. Too much had happened tonight for her to make clear sense of, but one thing was for certain: Dempsey and Richtofen were going to be a nightmare.
chiv-id: All right, that was kind of a long one-shot, but I felt like it needed to be for this one. This idea was actually very long and complicated, so I tried trimming down as much as I could without losing the essential plot line for this prompt. Thank you to Nite for providing the prompt, and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Oh, and remember, these prompts are non-canon, meaning that while they do pull from the original story of Information Age, they did not actually happen in the main story line. As usual, PLEASE REVIEW PEOPLE! And more prompts, preferably romance-related please?