oblivion [druig]

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I thanked God that she was in another car because if she'd been with me, I was sure she wouldn't have made it out of the Amazon alive.

I'm not sure when it was that I fell asleep, but when I woke up I was leaning on Druig's shoulder, and we were already at the airport. I looked around, my mind still foggy from sleep. In the distance I could see Kingo's jet getting prepared to take off.

Sersi and Ikari's had already left the car, and I watched as Sprite hopped onto the plane, sunglasses on her face.

I couldn't keep off a small scowl from adorning my face.

"You know," Druig begins from his seat beside me. "You still drool as you did 50 years ago" He jokes as he unbuckles his seatbelt, laughter glimmering on his eyes.

I look up at him, leaning myself away from his shoulder and rolling my eyes. I grab my small duffel, making sure I have everything. Ineed.

"And you're still a pain in the ass like you were 50 years ago" I retort, scowling and opening my door before getting out.

Even though I might have been annoyed at him, part of me had missed this mindless bickering. I hadn't met anyone else whom I'd had the confidence to just play and be mean to and knowing that they wouldn't be offended.

He stepped off the car, looking around, squinting as the sun met his eyes. He pulled a pair of sunglasses off the rim of his shirt, placing them on his face.

He looked so fucking hot.

I watched in silence as we walked forward and into the plane. Before we got on, he pauses, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Ladies first"

I roll my eyes.

"Always the gentleman" I note with sarcasm, but I still take his offer, climbing up the stairs and into the plane.

Druig chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.

"Only for you, Rory"

I resist the urge to melt into a puddle right then and there.

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CHICAGO

I walk down the neighborhood, a smile creeping up my face.

I'd come here a couple of years ago, asking Phastos about some technology I could use to protect my village in Africa. When I'd come to see him I'd been surprise by the life he had created to himself.

He had a husband, and a son. I'd gotten to know his little boy, who at the time had been no more than 3.

After that, I'd become a more regular visitor. Regular enough for Jack to recognize me, and enough for Phastos to trust me.

I had to admit, I'd grown fond of him and his husband. Seeing them gave me a sense of normalcy I hadn't quite had in a long time.

They reminded me of what Druig and I could have had if we'd still be together.

If I couldn't have what I'd dreamed of having, then I was happy at least someone in the team had.

I'd even been welcomed to stay the night a couple of times. I tried to come visit as much as I could, but my volunteering organization limited it to once every two or three months.

I knew Phastos would do anything to protect his child, so I had no doubt that he would say yes to our plan.

I watch Ikaris take the lead as we near the house, but I hold his arm, shaking my head before walking forward and in front of the house first.