Chapter 8 (Post 'Flight of Angels')
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He smiled at her, lying next to him in his room, Reggie thankfully having vacated it for the day, though a bit begrudgingly.
"And you're an idiot, D." She looked away to hide her smile and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "But… thanks." She leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Way to nearly ruin a romantic moment there, Laser-show." Delsin laughed and kissed her forehead.
"What am I gonna do with you?" Shaking her head, she sat up.
"I could name some things." He smirked.
"Know you could, Smokes. You did earlier for sure." Fetch leaned back over him and kissed him.
"What can I say, I'm a creative guy."
"Sure you are." Reaching over, she ruffled his hair. He sat, pouting. "At least you're cute." Fetch muttered as Delsin sat, he brightened, sitting up and fluffing the blue comforter that lay over their laps.
"Do you remember that Eugene kid? The one on the transport?" He asked.
"Yeah. Kid kept looking at me the whole time." She shook her head slowly and Delsin let out a bark of laughter.
"He had a bit of a crush!" Delsin laughed harder as Fetch reddened. "Can't blame him, myself. Anyway, Teen Angel found a girl. I'm still waiting on hearing how the date went."
"Good for him." She smiled. "You ever gonna stop helping people?"
"Probably not. I've got all these great gifts, you know?" Opening and closing his fists, he allowed a bit of smoke to escape.
"I'll help you for as long as you need me to." Fetch placed her hand on his, it seem smaller than it was.
"Than hopefully I'll always need you to, Laser-show." Delsin nudged her with his shoulder and they sat quietly for a bit.
"Do you ever wish you weren't a Conduit, D?" She looked away as she asked.
"No. Not yet, at least. Yeah, some bad things have happened, but I can really make a difference, now, help people. And I may have met one of the worst people in the world, but I've met great ones, too. You and Eugene. Maybe not everything has been good, but it's been what it has to be, ya know? I can finally do something about people being hurt, or oppressed. It's worth it. Wouldn't hurt if I could fix the bad on the way, though." He squeezed her shoulder. "What about you, Fetch?"
Without looking at him, she began to answer. "I don't know, sometimes I wonder what things would be like if I wasn't."
Delsin pulled her into a hug from behind. "Hey, no matter what, no matter who betrayed you or left you or whatever happened before, Brent would be damn proud of who you are right now, and I am too." He kissed her cheek and she smiled tremulously.
"Thanks, D. I'm normally better than that." Fetch looked up toward the ceiling.
"We all have our moments. I'm sure you'll see one from me soon enough." Laughing, he pulled her back down into the bed and under the covers.
"I dunno about that, D." She turned and pressed her forehead against his.
"Go to sleep." He closed his eyes, and smiled, wondering how in hell he got so lucky.