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York's Interdimension Basket of Washes

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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"He is kind. He is but..." He shifts uncomfortably. He doesn't like thinking about it. It would be too easy to get attached. And then everything will come crashing down.

"I don't think I can. Not yet."

"So you'd actively choose to be like Leonard Church?"

How sad is that? David pities him.

"I'm not like him!" Wash snaps. "I'm nothing like him." How dare he say that! The Director is everything that Wash has tried to destroy.

"You're right. Nothing like him. His obsession was creating something like his wife. Yours is destroying everything he creates. You two aren't alike at all. Your consumed by an obsession that is the only thing to fuel you."

"All I want, is my freedom. If I have to burn him down and every remnant of the project with it, then I will. As soon as I get home, I'm going to hand Epsilon over and then they're going to clear my record and I can do whatever the hell I want."

"Congratulation," David says, voice low and sad and disapproving. "You're officially willing to thrust someone else into the position to be tortured, way to go. You're letting yourself be ruled by obsession. Seems you still have a good bit of him in you."

"If it's a choice between me being in prison again, and someone being able to use Epsilon's information to destroy whatever else the Director has left, then fine. I already know I'm a monster. Might as well live up to it."

"He's the monster and he knows it," David counters. "See, he's too much in your head. But you're not there right now, and it's okay to live in this moment..."

"I'm not him. He's not in my head." It's a lie. Of course he's in his head. Epsilon had left them scattered there, dug in like shards of glass. "I doesn't matter here. But I'm not letting myself be that vulnerable, that stupid and trusting again."

"Being able to trust, to open up to others, to change, that's what makes us different form him," David counters with a frown. "Obsessing is Church. We've always been more flexible than that. Tell me you still remember that."

David was adaptable. That was what made him useful in teams. A great shot and adaptable.

"What I remember, is a stupid kid who was too blinded to see when things went bad, and who thought he mattered to people a hell of a lot more than he did. If I'd been better... if I'd been more useful..."

He shakes his head. "Doesn't matter. He died with Epsilon."

"He didn't," David counters. "Because you know what? The Wash you think you are wouldn't have time or compassion for me. Wouldn't have cared to discuss what we'd been through. But David..."

No, maybe he's not named David. "But that 'kid' you were, you still are. I know it."

"I'm not David. Not anymore. Not for a long time." He hates being called that these days. It feels too personal. Even in the Project, no-one had known that. "You're different. You understand. Sort of."

"You're still David. Because if you aren't... well, I guess that means he won," David assures him. "But you're more removed from everything. I'm not. I saw David in the mirror months ago. For you it was, what, years? I'm close to him. I can see him better in you."

"Yeah, years," Wash agrees tiredly. "Years of being stabbed in the back, lied to and manipulated. I'm tired. Caring is exhausting and eventually you just stop being able to do it. Like after the fifth or sixth time of hallucinating being rescued only to wake up and find that none of it was real."

Well... He reaches out and pulls Wash over into his space, to hug him. Hell, how many times had he wished he could have a hug? This guy needs it.

"I know. It's... I didn't think they were real when they came. But it's different now, things are going to change. That's just how it is."

He flinches at the touch, everything in his body tense when his double pulls him into a hug. He lets out a shuddering breath and relaxes a little. Just a bit.

"I'm glad they were real for someone." That at least one of them had escaped.

"And I'm scared I'm going to lose them," David admits. "I'm... trying to embrace what they feel for me while they can handle me around. We shouldn't forget that things change.

"If they leave you then they're assholes," Wash says. "You don't deserve that." Easier to say it and believe it when it's not him he's talking to.

"Neither do you," David counters, before glancing over to the sleeping him that looks... peaceful. "Or him. Any of us."

He follows his double's gaze towards the native. "You'll like him. He's... better than me. He's gonna get hurt eventually but for now... hell, he's better than me when I was in the Project."

"That makes him better than both of us," David informs him simply. "But that isn't true. You're good. I can tell that. So stupid being stubborn. It bores me."

"I'm a stubborn asshole," Wash agrees lightly. "So are you. So's he. We are all stubborn. It's part of our charm."

"See, that's more honest," David laughs. "Now... If you'll excuse me, I need fruit. York bribed me here with fruit and a promise that I won't have to see a lot of sights I can never forget."

"He didn't lie about that. There's fruit. Plenty of it. Oranges and bananas and berries."

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