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Aya shifted her head on the desk just far enough so she could see the clock. Eleven is what the numbers told her. Five hours after she was suppose to be home. After she was suppose to be home and...and...entertaining? That was a good word for it. Even her mind was shying away from the reality of dating Dilan.

And here she was standing him up.

Of course, he had a key to her place, always had but...she was suppose to be home. It didn't matter that she knew, logically, that he could make himself comfortable regardless just...gah.

Gah.

Gah.

She was going to put a dent in her desk with all the head thumping she did. "Just...call him Brea." she muttered at herself, ignoring the pointed looks the deputies were shooting her through the open door. "Call him and explain." and hope he didn't...high tail it? Give up? Come to his senses?

Fuck.

This? Was going to hurt. Somehow, some way..it was just going to. She knew it, because her dating luck trumped his and...and...

...and she needed to call him.

She didn't bother looking at the keypad, just dialed his cell by heart and laid the receiver next to her ear on the desk. "Ummm, so, that Dalton/Harris feud escalated this evening..." she began the moment she heard his end click on. Best to spit it out right?

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From:

sliceitwithwind

"Yes'm, food." Food? Food is good. "You're such a good cook, Aya." and it means he can share cooking duties, rather than cook everything like he does at home with Braig. He ignored the nose-tweak (mostly, he stuck his tongue out) and dug in.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Dilan, sweetie, we chopped up anything remotely salad like and then I marinated some things for you. That's hardly cooking!" She giggled and started in on her own, cooked, chicken. "Besides, you'd drive yourself crazy if you had to two people in the family you had to cook for!"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Would not." Dilan argued, gently, "I love cooking for the two of you. It makes me feel good, right. It's how the world is supposed to be. It's good that you cook, too, and that you share it...but never doubt that I love cooking for the two of you."

From:

mitochondriaaya

She waved a forkful of 'salad' at him in amusement. "I meant more logistically than anything else. You'd either come here and cook up a storm, enough to freeze for a week or a month and worry yourself to death about 'what if she got hungry and ate more' or something...or there'd be so much driving back and forth between here and your place that you'd barely manage sleep, even when you do sleep. Throw in a month of experiments coming to a head or something and..."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Bah, I'd just make you move in with us. Or us with you." It seemed like the best response to him, at least! "Or I could make triple servings instead of double servings when I do my monthly cooking and deliver. Easy, see?"

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Hmmm, I've been holding the town in trust for you guys but you stay, stubbornly, away." Shame on them! Shaaaame. "And I won't move away from here. I know people here, and they know me." Because, really, they had a house in town, yes, but they mainly lived at the labs or the town near the labs!

The monthly cooking bit though..."We always manage to blow your estimates on food consumption, one way or another." One of them got sick or hurt, or had company, etc etc, and there went the food!

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan engaged in some meditative chewing, "Maybe we could move the labs closer." HE WOULD DO IT. HE WOULD TOTALLY DO IT.

From:

mitochondriaaya

THAT WAS A SCARY THOUGHT! A bit anyway. She kind of, generally, had the mental image of Dilan, and a dragooned Braig, using some really heavy duty Gravity magic aaaand...

Floating labs.

SHE KNEW THEY COULD DO IT!

"Ansem might be a little upset if you did that," She pointed out mildly. "And it would alter the tone of things here as the lab personal all moved in, then people that follow them..." Chaos. Utter chaos.

"It's moot though because I can feed myself just fine dear."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"...I guess. But since I'm dating you now, I really need to find a way to balance things better." he takes a deep breath and shakes his head, "I'll figure something out."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Huh. We should have started dating sooner." She'd been missing them? A lot? "I can adjust too dear.I'm on call, naturally, but I am happy to drive up when I can."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"I know." He said softly, shaking his head, "Maybe we can move the labs one town over, and live here. A forty-five minute commute wouldn't be too bad."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"I don't know. Anywhere you move the labs is going to end up suddenly big. Here we can keep idiotic reporters out, and we freeze out snoopers, easy, but there? You can't restrict access. Not since Ansem is your boss, technically, you're nationally covered, often." And 'one town over' was just the same as 'in the backyard' really.

It was a puzzle, wasn't it?

And now she was chewing meditatively!

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Not that big." he said with a shrug, "I mean, the labs are seriously restricted access." She's a cop and she's usually not allowed too far in, "And remember, the press doesn't like me or Braig." not with the number of cameras that they've destroyed (or, in one memorable incident, used as a proctological tool. Braig has a temper on him). Or Dilan's jewellery. Or Braig's scarring. Or Ienzo's personality.

...Actually only Even, Al, and freakin' Xenahort are allowed anywhere near the press, and they have different labs.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Yes, but you and Braig, though not media darlings, are still important." She shrugged, knowing she wasn't getting her worries across properly. "The polite reporters that find their way here end up talking to Edna, or Charles at one of the cafe's, just hearing how brilliant, rambunctious, and generally good kids you were. The impolite ones here to try to dredge things up about you both get to meet Danny, or Me, or if we're feeling nasty, Pierce." It just wasn't something they talked about.

"It's easier in the winter." Strangers stuck out better when tourist season was over.

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan looked uncomfortable, "Then I guess we'll just...have to keep living far away. I don't want to make things harder on you."

He hated being important. He just wanted to be Dilan, a scientist. He hated the rest of it.

He really, really hated the rest of it.

From:

mitochondriaaya

She sighed and picked out a bit of apple from her salad so she could hold it up to him. "No. That's not an answer either. I...I'm not a bodyguard, and elements know the pair of you don't need one, but I need to protect you. That's me, and this is what I can do. I can keep here, I can keep Home, the way it should be for you." And it had really been what she decided to do with her life years and years ago.

Screw it, time to get up and go lean against him, still with apple tidbits! "Maybe we can get you guys a helicopter."

From:

sliceitwithwind

He rested his head on her, "I hate being important. I just wanted to be a scientist, Ayay. Sometimes I think about quitting."

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mitochondriaaya

"You are too good, and too intelligent, to step aside and allow someone less qualified to even touch your projects." She pressed a kiss to forehead and sighed. "You were always going to be important, the pair of you. Everyone knew it, it's just that some politics and some concessions come along with any importance."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"I loathe politics." he grumbled, "Maybe I can get Saral to come up from the south and pretend to be me at political things."

Saral, a relative through Sannish, is the same age and the second palest Katzu in existence. Just after Dilan. His eyes, however, are the same stunning chartreuse as Sannish's were.

"We could get him contacts. And piercings. He's kind of an attention whore, he'd do it."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"I think they'd start to suspect the switch when 'Dilan' was suddenly more pleasant to the media." She teasing fingers along his dreads and grinned. "Though if you want to try, be my guest. I'll have a boyfriend with a stunt double and do my best to tell you apart..."

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan laughed at her a little bit and leaned into her hand, "Maybe. And you could do it, you remember Saral. He's the one who couldn't quit staring at your breasts even after Braig broke his arm."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Yes, I do remember." Granted, Braig had garnered a reputation for breaking katzu bones despite the difficulty thereof that summer. "But what if I had to meet you in public, and he was standing in for you and I didn't realize it? I could get confused!" She had totally moved into teasing.

"And if I did know he was taking your spot, and he still stared at my breasts I'd have to break his arm. Then we'd get a reputation for abusive dating..."

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan blew the bangs (the un-dreaded ones) out of his face and said, "Damn. I wish that it'd work. I hate that stuff. I really, really do."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"I know. If it helps any...I watch every single time you guys appear on TV? Even if you're just background? I'm proud of you." Being who she was, well, she smoothed his bangs back down right where they'd been and smiled innocently.