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The way it works is this: Delta is not exactly the sort of man his mother approves of. Not that it's her fault really. He was always a man who had a passion for science, but mostly for numbers. He's a mathematician of the highest degree and it doesn't come with fame or money or the love of the public in the same way that his older brother, the doctor, had. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered to struggle for her attention. Still, he cares, and he longs to meet her approval, however he can.

The situation that is presented: Delta knows when his brother gets engaged that soon his mother's nagging will turn on him. When will he find a lovely young woman and settle down? How is that math stuff ever going to help him? He should visit the family soon. All of that is well and good and Delta knows he'll deal with it when it comes. Which is now. The wedding is in a week, back home in LA, and Delta... has to go spend time with his family.

The problem: He needs a date. He needs someone to go away with for a week, share a hotel room, and pretend to be involved with. And he doesn't have one.

The solution: Craigslist. An offer of a plane ticket, board, food, and an arrangement. A meeting before to check suitability. And a picture.

The result?

Delta sighs and shifts in his seat on the airplane, waiting for the man who will sit beside him in first class, the man who was going to spend the next week as his 'boyfriend'. His name, York, had struck D as weird when they'd had brief coffee together, and his looks a little too unbelievable for Delta to have acquired. Still, they still need to get there and he needs to figure out the story they're going to use.
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There were many stories circulating Prince York's harem, who was in it, what they got up to (besides the obvious) and the nature of the prince himself and those who kept him company. Some believed the people involved were sworn to secrecy on pain of death, others said they were charmed to forget what happened each night or that the harem changed its people fairly regularly. The more daring imagined what kinks and fetishes might be practiced and a few even claimed the prince to be an incubus.

York liked to hear the stories so he could laugh at them and pass them on to his companions.

The truth was far from anything so dramatic as memory charms, death threats or so impersonal as swapping people out. But that was for him and select people in the castle to know. Select people who would just so happened to join him most nights for one type of fun or another and who York trusted implicitly. Who better to enjoy the company of than those he loved and cherished?
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The alarms are blaring. Why? What's going on?

His head hurts so much. Everything hurts so much. Why are they doing this to him? Why are they hurti-

No. There's no-one else here. Just the med bay. Empty now. North's gone. Why did North leave? Where is everyone? They'd sat with Carolina but there's no-one here.

He stumbles to his feet, starts to grab the pieces of his armour, fumbling them on with fingers gone clumsy. His hands are shaking and he doesn't know why, except that he knows exactly why. Because they- he-

It's too much, and he grits his teeth, digs his nails into his palm hard before yanking on the gauntlet. Grabs his helmet and heads towards the door. It's locked. Why would they lock him in when there's an alarm? When he can feel the MoI listing and shaking, the lights flashing.

What is going on?
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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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