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]

Oh.

Holy shit.

'That's uh... Fuck, I don't even know how to respond too that.' Other Wash told him he and Delta shared a mind which took enough getting his head around as it was, and now this Wash is telling him Delta could also manipulate and even control his body. That's a whole other level. Several levels. 'That's some serious sci-fi shit right there.'

And Delta was getting in on the relationship? Damn. Little green fragment making a life for himself apparently.

[churbooseanon]

"Theta doesn't want involved, and Nic glares at us whenever we talk to... adultly for the little guy," David provides.

Not that he operates under the illusion that Theta can't dish it out. He knows Theta well enough to know he picked up quite a bit from South.

[depthlesslock]

God, it's so weird hearing him use real names like that. Though he has to wonder if Nic is North's real name here, since his isn't Miles.

'Yeah, that makes sense. Theta's like twelve here, and I heard he's quite t-shildlike even as an AI.' And North's so protective.

[churbooseanon]

"He's not a child," David says immediately, his voice hard. Theta isn't. He's been through too much, knows too much. Hell, they all have and do.

[depthlesslock]

'I said "t-shildlike",' he defends. 'And I'm going off what someone else told me, I've never met him myself. The AI version of him, that is. They're human here and he's definitely a t-shild.'

[churbooseanon]

David ignores the comment. This isn't his York. York would understand. He would know. The question is how he's supposed to get home. If he isn't there how does he protect his lovers? They'll worry about him too much.

"Where are we going?" he asks abruptly. make a plan.

[depthlesslock]

'We're going to get you a helmet,' he says. 'The clouds are low at the moment, and if you're gonna be here for any time, you're gonna need one.' They'll try and get the portal capable of reversing the teleportation as soon as possible, but for now...

[churbooseanon]

"Helmets are safe," David allows. "I want one."

[depthlesslock]

'There should be plenty here,' he says, leading the way through the corridors.'Got a color preference? Grey and yellow accents?'

[churbooseanon]

Those colors seem... unsafe.

"People might find me if I wear that," David warns him. "Leonard Church wants my head."

[depthlesslock]

Not here they won't. They just might confuse him with the native Wash.

'Just to clarify, is that The Director or Alpha?' he asks. He's guessing the Director, but better to make sure and avoid confusion.

[churbooseanon]

"In a lot of ways... I am the Alpha," David mumbles. "I am Leonard Church. I am..."

So many things. So few of them David anymore.

[depthlesslock]

He winces.

'Wash. You're Wash, Washington. I'd use your real name but I don't know it. Regardless, you're that as well.' He's fresh from Epsilon, isn't he? He doesn't have the hardness in his eyes that Other Wash does, just the exhaustion and pain. 'It takes more than memories to make a person.'

[churbooseanon]

"David. I was named David once. Now..."

York can't understand it, the way the memories overtake him. There is no comparison, no parallel. He opened himself to them and they are tearing him apart.

[depthlesslock]

'David,' he repeats, trying it out. Is that his Wash's name as well? Is Nic North's? 'Struggling with the memories?'

[churbooseanon]

"You couldn't possibly imagine," David answers.

And bless the fact that no one else in the world could.

[depthlesslock]

'I probably couldn't,' he agrees, sighing. 'But I'll try to help anyway. What's the biggest blanket and pillow nest you've ever been in?'

[churbooseanon]

That one David doesn't have to think about. It happens every night.

"Six pillows, four blankets," he provides instantly. "Two pillows for each of us, blankets for warmth."

[depthlesslock]

He smiles. Good to know any relationship he's in is fond of snuggles. Plus, they're good for all of them. 'Nice and cozy, I'll bet. Well, I've got a giant nest back at the base, a base that is nothing to do with PFL, I promise. You're more than welcome to come and join it. It was actually made for the purpose of comforting Washes.'

[churbooseanon]

Huh? Other... hims?

"No," David says, pulling away. "They can't see me. No one can see me."

[depthlesslock]

'Wa-- David. Please. One of them's been through a lot of what you have. More, in some ways. At least, I think he's further alone his timeline than you. The other one's this world's Wash. He's my best friend, I trust him. We'll keep you safe, I promise.'

[churbooseanon]

"No one can keep you safe when your own mind is falling apart," David counters simply. Not even other hims.

[depthlesslock]

'Then maybe we can help a bit, or make it a little easier?' He's not giving up.

[churbooseanon]

David shakes his head emphatically. "I don't wanna remember other lives. I don't York. Please."

[depthlesslock]

He chews his lip. 'It's big enough that you wouldn't have to be close to them.' Compromise. 'And there's fruit and t-shocolate.'