Training at my age...
Aug. 12th, 2013 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mitochondriaayaWho: Aya and Dilan?
When: After the case, before Aya is a full FBI agent.
What:. Aya finds a measure of peace in those she loves.
It wasn't a hazing thing, or a segregation thing;everyone who entered the FBI, solicited or no, had to complete the training course. This meant that Detective Aya Brea had to shift her focus, turning her attention from solving cases given to her to...
...excelling.
It wasn't hard for a mitochondrial placed in a stressful situation to excel.
Sure, she had to rent an apartment in Fairfax and get herself to Quantico every day but...everyone that mattered was home, safe in New York and she was...crashing each night at a rental. It didn't matter. She was working towards a better future for everyone who loved her. She pulled ahead in the physicals, she was old enough that experience made her shine in the practicals...
...and none of that mattered because there were the few days she couldgo home. Home where her boy, Ben, was. And home where her growing loves, Braig and Dilan were and just....Home. The rental car was abandoned in it's allowed parking spot, engine ticking over in the heat, but Aya wasn't there to hear it.
No, she was already inside to see the people who mattered. Dilan was home ad that was...
...that was good. Sometimes Ben was a responsibility, and Braig took energy some days but Dilan? Dilan was unreservedly her peace in life. She slipped into the house and wrapped arms around her lover's waist, resting her face against his warm back. He smelled comfortingly of hair wax and the spices he'd been using this round in the kitchen."Hey," she noted softly. "love you." Simple as that. Living away from Home, training against kids fresh out of college and sleeping alone...
...yeah. She loved him.
"Sorry I didn't call. Wanted to get home." Sweats, rental car, and all. She wanted to get home and Dilan was...part of that. "Promise I'll be less clingy by the time they get home." Or at least a bit less touch starved? She'd do her best not to be in the way as he moved around the kitchen but she wasn't letting go for right now.
When: After the case, before Aya is a full FBI agent.
What:. Aya finds a measure of peace in those she loves.
It wasn't a hazing thing, or a segregation thing;everyone who entered the FBI, solicited or no, had to complete the training course. This meant that Detective Aya Brea had to shift her focus, turning her attention from solving cases given to her to...
...excelling.
It wasn't hard for a mitochondrial placed in a stressful situation to excel.
Sure, she had to rent an apartment in Fairfax and get herself to Quantico every day but...everyone that mattered was home, safe in New York and she was...crashing each night at a rental. It didn't matter. She was working towards a better future for everyone who loved her. She pulled ahead in the physicals, she was old enough that experience made her shine in the practicals...
...and none of that mattered because there were the few days she couldgo home. Home where her boy, Ben, was. And home where her growing loves, Braig and Dilan were and just....Home. The rental car was abandoned in it's allowed parking spot, engine ticking over in the heat, but Aya wasn't there to hear it.
No, she was already inside to see the people who mattered. Dilan was home ad that was...
...that was good. Sometimes Ben was a responsibility, and Braig took energy some days but Dilan? Dilan was unreservedly her peace in life. She slipped into the house and wrapped arms around her lover's waist, resting her face against his warm back. He smelled comfortingly of hair wax and the spices he'd been using this round in the kitchen."Hey," she noted softly. "love you." Simple as that. Living away from Home, training against kids fresh out of college and sleeping alone...
...yeah. She loved him.
"Sorry I didn't call. Wanted to get home." Sweats, rental car, and all. She wanted to get home and Dilan was...part of that. "Promise I'll be less clingy by the time they get home." Or at least a bit less touch starved? She'd do her best not to be in the way as he moved around the kitchen but she wasn't letting go for right now.
