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]

York has put a lot of work and effort into this. Making the nest was one thing, almost every pillow, cushion, blanket and duvet has gone into it and the only ones that haven't are the ones he was scared of taking from their owners. So he just went out and brought some more and now the nest takes up most of the main room in the base.

The food was also pretty easy, if expensive because fresh fruit.

No, the really tricky bit is convincing both Washes to be in the same room, especially at the base, for long enough for him to get them into the nest. He's got people keeping an eye on the transponser as well, just in case any other Washes come through. Then they can join in because all the worlds seem determined to screw over his best friend.

[churbooseanon]

Things happen.

This is a universal fact that David has long since come to accept. No, more than that. Bad things happen. Have not the last months of his life been an exploration in this concept. Wasn't PFL properly summed up, long before everything went to hell, in those words?

Bad things happen. Like you walk towards your apartment door in some grungy old building on some shitty backwater planet far from where anyone would ever look for you. Bad things happen like you know you're walking towards your apartment door and then you're tripping over your feet and counting the fibers of a carpet that does not exist.

There was no carpet in his apartment, except in the rarely used bedroom. His feet are always cold, which is why he wears socks. Doubly true since Eon because the kitten liked to play with his feet and the tiny extra protection of socks always helped. But this isn't the color of the carpet in the bedroom, so David, formerly Agent Washington of Project Freelancer, stares at the fibers for a while and wonders just what memory he's falling into. Because clearly, it's the only rational answer.

Either that or he's finally gone well and truly insane.

[depthlesslock]

The twenty minute drive ends taking over double that after York drives around aimlessly for a bit so Wash can get some shut eye. If he's anything like the other Wash, he needs it. He'd stay out for longer, but he needs to get back to the two Washes already in the nest.

Parked in the base's garage, he turns to the sleeping man in shotgun and gently wakes him up, calling his name and patting his shoulder.

[churbooseanon]

So there is the promised fruit. But why is it in the middle of multiple hims and a mound of pillows and blankets. Suddenly David isn't so certain of this idea.

"Uh..." He frowns at the gathering. York had said a nest, but... "Hello."