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four in the bed, (6/?)

(Anonymous) 2010-11-15 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
They know that the bleeding effect has gotten worse; there's really no getting around it.

And then one morning Desmond walks up to Shaun, calls him cara mia and kisses him full on the mouth.

That's when they start to worry.


Desmond kind of figured that danger would come with the whole Assassin thing—the kind of danger where his life was dangling by a string and he got to punch faces in, save a couple hundred people and end up looking like a hero. He did not, frankly, expect danger to be staring him in the face from a bowl.

"You're going to try and cure my probable mental illness with soup?" Desmond asks, staring down at it with his brow furrowed. He is vaguely certain that soup isn't supposed to smell like that.

"I'm sure that there's some kind of far-fetched field of study that says it's possible to cure anything with affectionate home-cooking," Rebecca tells him, sets a spoon in front of him. "Eat."

"I think it might eat me," says Desmond glumly. "Does soup normally look lethal?"

"It's the power of love, Des," Shaun snickers. Rebecca smacks him. Desmond is pretty sure he just saw something move in the bottom of the bowl.

"We were not all born to go to culinary school," she says, sticking her tongue out. Lucy takes the spoon out of Desmond's hand and takes a sip of soup.

"I think it's fine," she shrugs; Rebecca beams. She flicks Desmond on the back of the head for good measure.

"When you die," Desmond warns her gravely, "don't say I didn't warn you."

Desmond stays in the Animus for a very long time that day.


Lucy wakes up knowing it's still night-time, with a warm kind of exhaustion that makes her want to roll over and sleep forever. But she doesn't, because she cracks her eyes open a peek and sees Shaun in their little pile of limbs, running soothing fingers through Desmond's hair. Stealthily, she nudges Rebecca's shin with her foot.

"Cold toes," Rebecca says loudly, and yawns as she turns to glare at Lucy. Her eyes fall on Shaun and she pauses, while he holds his hands up nervously and stammers.

"I was just walking by and he was groaning and twitching and carrying on, and I know you two could sleep through a bloody earthquake—oh, just shut it." Rebecca has to shove her fist in her mouth to stifle her laughter. Shaun looks murderous.

Lucy, however, is far too tired for this, so she just loops her arm through Shaun's and shuts her eyes tightly, hoping they'll take the hint. Eventually and not without a good deal of teasing ("you do have a heart, you stodgy old thing, you."), Rebecca slumps into her usual sprawled-everywhere pose and Shaun relaxes, letting his eyes fall shut. Desmond adjusts between them, still sleeping.