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Clay/Desmond: Homecoming (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

His feet already sank ankle-deep into the snow when he ducked under the chain that forbid entrance for cars on the road. Yet fresh, the white muffled his steps but for a quiet crunching noise. Through the plastic wall of the small cubicle, he could see the man sitting in a jacket that seemed a little optimistically thin for these temperatures, a hoodie hiding his face. In his gloved hands, he was holding a cheap trade paperback. Clay waited until he stood almost in front of him before he spoke.

“You do realise there’s no bus coming, right?”

The man jerked and look up from his book, hoodie slipping halfway down the back of his head. He stared at Clay in surprise and Clay was pretty sure he himself was showing an equally intelligent expression. He’d expected a hollow-eyed junkie or some old guy with a big red nose. Instead, he was looking at a man in his twenties with a ridiculously pretty face: perfect jawline, full lips, a tan that seemed south European, a somewhat bent nose that said Middle Eastern, and brown eyes as warm as the sun in the suggested areas. The only thing that marred the picture was a scar running over his lips, but all that accomplished was making him look more interesting. His short brown hair curled slightly at the ends.

“Thanks. I’ve noticed,” Bus Stop Guy said. His tone was amused, but he couldn’t hide a slight tremble in his voice. “Uh... are you here to kick me off the property?”

“I’m not even sure this place belongs to anyone.” Clay nodded towards the plastic seat at his side with a questioning look and Bus Stop Guy pulled his backpack from the bench, looking confused in the most friendly manner possible. As Clay was convinced that humans and zoo animals worked on fundamentally the same principles, he pulled a doughnut from his the bag and held it to him. “I come in peace.”

Bus Stop Guy smiled brightly and hesitated only a second before he reached out and took the doughnut.

“Thanks, I haven’t had dinner. Or lunch, or breakfast. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I want to know your name,” Clay said as he took the last doughnut for himself. He had been wondering himself where the urge to meet Bus Stop Guy had come from. For once, Bus Stop Guy was now a regular distraction from work. Also, Clay had not yet transplanted a history book where his heart should be, as certain people in his office, and it had gotten progressively colder over the last ten days or so. If you’d given someone a nickname, it seemed proper to at least go and check if the reason they hardly seemed to move around wasn’t that their frozen blood had clogged their arteries three hours ago. “We’ve been calling you Bus Stop Guy for a week now and I figure it might be a bit less complicated.”

“... who’s we?” Bus Stop Guy lowered the hand with the doughnut, looking slightly worried.

Clay gestured vaguely in the direction behind him. “We’re on the third floor in that building, centre wing. You make a great conversation topic when we’re about to fall asleep on our keyboards.“

“Oh.” Bus Stop Guy looked a little taken aback, then gave a laugh. “I thought those were emergency lights or the room cleaners kept them on. Not exactly 9 to 5, your job, is it?

Clay snorted. “More like 5 to 9.”

“What is it you do up there?”

“Computer engineering for Mentor Corp. We’re working mostly on security systems.”

“Sounds interesting. Also, way over my head,” Bus Stop Guy answered. He had been holding his paperback open with one finger between the pages; now he closed the book and slid it into the pocket of his jacket. “Are you doing stuff like… what you install in homes instead of buying a dog – or Antivir?”

“Both, really, it’s…” Clay paused, frowning at Bus Stop Guy. “I was about to ask you for your name. How’ve you gotten me talking about my job?”

“I’m a bartender. Getting you to talk is part of my job.” Bus Stop Guy took a bite from the doughnut and grinned, a smudge of chocolate on his lower lip. “My name’s Desmond Miles.”

“That’s an upgrade from Bus Stop Guy. Shouldn’t you be mixing drinks this time of night, Desmond?”

“Right. Well… I used to be a bartender before the club closed down,” Desmond corrected himself and rubbed the tip of his nose, no doubt as frozen as Clay’s own.

“So are you homeless? You look pretty good for that.”

Desmond didn’t smell, either, he had no stubble and his jeans were clean.

“That’s going to last four more days,” Desmond said. Something in his pocket gave a small chime as he rocked that half of the jacket. “Then I’ll have no change left to go shower in an indoor swimming pool. I’ll run out of clean shirts tomorrow, though.”

“Where do you even sleep?” Despite himself, Clay couldn’t stop asking. He really had only wanted to hand over the doughnut and get a name, maybe ask if it’d help if he brought him a blanket from his house tomorrow – hadn’t assumed the man would want anything to do with him beyond that, anyhow. Bus Stop Guy Desmond was different than he’d expected and he seemed happy enough to chat, even if it interrupted him from wolfing down the doughnut.

“Shelters are usually full, so I stay here. It’s as safe as it gets in the city.”

Desmond gestured at the plastic seats and Clay gave a sympathetic shiver.

“And how are you still alive?”

Re: Clay/Desmond: Homecoming (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Yes! Best AU ever. Love that Clay and Rebecca are the computer nerds while Shaun continues to be the guy with the database pop-ups that annoy the staff! And Clay is...well, he was a mix of vitriol and caring in the games, so it's nice to see his softer side come out a bit more. He's still snarky and whip-smart, of course, but less distrustful. I feel just as bad for Desmond as well. Bloody hell, man. I think it's worse because I know that a lot of good, honest people are on the streets, and it was a few bad turns of luck that put them there.

Re: Clay/Desmond: Homecoming (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you! <3 This prompt is really fun to play with. I hope Clay isn't too soft. It seemed to me like he was a pretty decent person, but I don't want to take away his edge.