York's Interdimension Basket of Washes

[notyourrookie]

York is done with this. Every Wash needs a comfy, happy and most of all, not horrifying and trauma-inducing space where they can feel safe. A place where the horrors that inevitably await them in their own universes cannot intrude.

And York will provide. Even if he has to drag them across universes to do so.

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[depthlesslock]

'Not a punishment, ' he confirms. 'A comfort zone, let's say. Safe space.' Because God knows there aren't many of those.

'The t-shocolate's for real. I'm many things, but a liar is very rarely one of one. You both deserve a treat, so this is that, and if you're both really, really good, I'll melt the t-shocolate and dip the fruit in it for you.' He knows how to tempt.

[notyourrookie]

He eyes York for a moment when he says that. The whole idea just seems pretty weird. But at the same time... chocolate and fruit. "You promise about the chocolate, right?"

He can't go back on that once he's said it.

[searchandrecovery]

There's only one way to find out if York's lying or not. Wash steps gingerly into the nest. Fuck, he didn't anticipate it being warm. He smiles despite himself.

He looks down, and sure enough, there are two boxes of chocolates. He looks back at the other Wash.

"He's not kidding."

[depthlesslock]

'I promise.' And he keep his promises.

There, Wash has confirmed it for him, and is also in the nest and smiling. Bingo. Two boxes to start them off, and he's got plenty more for when they run out or they're good enough for melted chocolate covered fruit.

'I#m a man of my word. Have I convinced you yet?'

[notyourrookie]

He stares at the other Wash for a moment, looks between him and York. Chocolate and fruit is a pretty good bribe. And York hasn't done anything cruel or deceptive since he got here. Can it really hurt?

He kicks off his boots and climbs slowly into the nest, looking entirely on edge. It is warm thought. And as promised, there are a couple of boxes of chocolates waiting for them.

"Okay."

[searchandrecovery]

Do not fuck this up, do not fuck this up, just keep your mouth shut, Wash tells himself. Every time he opens his mouth he makes things worse, and they've barely achieved comfort as it is. Wash opens the box and tentatively offers his double a raspberry-filled chocolate. A peace offering, of sorts.

[depthlesslock]

York beams. They're both in the nest now and, although they're still looking hesitant, are at least trying to get settled among the blankets and pillows.

Then Wash offers OWash a chocolate and York almost cheers. It's working!

[notyourrookie]

Could be a conspiracy. Could be a trap that they're both in on. He hates that that's his first thought, the flashfire of paranoia and fear. And he knows it's stupid here where no-one really cares what he does and no-one knows about Project Freelancer except what he himself has told them.

He takes the offered sweet and offers a small smile in return before he eats it. It's good, dark chocolate and sweet raspberry that melts on his tongue.

"Thanks."