Oh I do have one scene idea too, I’d love to see your take on York surviving and finding blueteam!Wash years later. - ichidou
“You’re supposed to be dead.”
“And you’re supposed to be gray,” York returned easily. “Hi, Wash.”
“You’re supposed to be dead,” the ex-freelancer repeated.
“Give it time, buddy, I’m sure it’ll happen sooner rather than later.”
“I saw your body - I blew up your body - how…” Wash was suddenly very glad the rest of the blue team was nowhere near his little scrap of canyon at this moment.
“You blew up my armor. I bet you didn’t even check it beyond what Delta told you, and seeing if my healing unit was still there.”
“Wyoming has never been that good at close combat anyway. Remember Tex and the training session?”
“You’re wearing your armor now.”
York just stared at his old friend, a smile on his lips. “Why are you fighting this?”
“Because you’re not real,” Wash admitted. Because York couldn’t be real. Because he had to be a hallucination, something left over from Epsilon, something spurred by fighting Epsilon on the side of that mountain.
Wash was not crazy (anymore).
York put a hand on his shoulder (a very solid hand, not that it meant much), and Wash looked up at the possibly (probably not) real man.
“Hey,” York said, letting the full weight of his hand rest on Wash’s shoulder. It’s odd how familiar the pressure is, even after years. “I’m here. I really am. Promise.”
“I just…I can’t,” Wash said, shrugging off the hand. Reluctantly. “You’re a hallucination.”
“Man, so what,” York said finally, which caused Wash to snap his head up in surprise. “Not that I am, but even if I was, so what? I’ve been looking over you guys for the past few days, and let me tell you, even if you were seeing pink elephants riding unicycles all the time, you’d still be the sanest person in this canyon.”
Wash couldn’t argue this. Instead he settled for a smile. A tired, surrendering smile. “Fine. So you’re real.”
“What’ve you been doing all this time?”
“Oh, you know. Picking locks, getting shot at.” He paused for effect, just like he used to while they were playing cards and he was telling one of his stories from before he enlisted. “Getting coffee. You?”
Wash smiled. It already felt like…like comfort. Real or not, it already felt like home. “Oh, you know,” Wash said with a shrug. “The same.”
They both looked at each other in silence and then laughed, hands on knees, doubled over, until tears came from their eyes. They both laughed for the first time in years.