See I was wondering in Deus Ex: Black Light when Adam meets Pritchard etc did he wake up with his DXHR shades or the DXMD shades? They’re pretty different but I guess only if you’ve been staring at Adam’s face intently or something…?
There’s a theorywhere the Adam in DXMD is a clone/not the same as the one in DXHR so some people think in DXMD2 that DXMD Adam is hacked to kill Janus, etc (like how the hacker in DXHR was mind controlled to hack into Sarif/shoot himself) hence the “red eye” DXMD Jensen sketch on the left, then older DXHR Adam in the middle because maybe DXHR Adam comes to stop him (if he’s not dead)
I personally think… as sad/bad as it is that Adam will die in the next game… but I’d like to believe the DXMD Adam is the same as DXHR but modified/memory changed/sleeper agent…
and apparently Logan in Logan says “I never asked for this” so now I gotta go watch it huh
his eyes to the twilight of the apartment, looking around, half asleep.
What the fuck?
Of course, he was
alone, finding himself with no one else present; especially not Pritchard. This
was Prague, after all; and the tech was still back in Detroit, halfway around
been dreaming. But he could have sworn he’d heard the other call out his name, the
sound of his voice still echoing through Adam’s mind, leaving him with a
Adam took a
deep breath and tried to rub the confusion out of his face, checking with his
It was only
about an hour after dawn. He didn’t have to be at the Task Force command center
for another three hours, so he considered to continue napping, rolling over. But
the strange restlessness that had taken hold of him didn’t ease its grip. Pritchard’s
voice kept tugging at him from somewhere at the edge of his consciousness.
got up and out of his bed in hope a hot shower would finally quell the annoying
memory. It didn’t. And neither did coffee and a breakfast, nor Eliza Cassan
spreading her propaganda on TV.
was wrong? Why couldn’t he shake this feeling? He couldn’t even figure out if
he was worried about the hacker’s safety. He just couldn’t stop listening to Pritchard
calling his name.
Back when they
parted ways, half a year ago, they had set up a digital mailbox for each other
to leave a message in case of an emergency. And Adam was actually thinking
about contacting the tech. Only rationality prevented him from picking up the
phone, since this wasn’t an emergency, after all. It was just a dream, was it?
later Adam wasn’t any wiser, and his unease had grown even more. Sitting on the
couch he had entered an enduring staring contest with his phone. The device was
winning by default, silent, calm, patient, while his thoughts were churning
like a stormy sea.
Why would he even
wanna call Pritchard? Why would he urge to speak with him, hear his voice,
counter his snide remarks? It didn’t make any sense. What would he tell him,
anyway? It had been just a dream, goddammit!
He knew, on
the other hand, he wouldn’t find any peace unless he took action and got it out
of his mind.
sigh and being aware of his spare time running out Adam shoved his doubts away,
leant forward and reached for the phone, speed-dialing that particular number.
It rang just once,
then the automated mailbox picked up without any further introduction.
Pritchard, it’s me,’ Adam spoke into the unresponsive void.
added, as if that fact needed any confirmation. 'I…’
What now? What
was he supposed to say? He still didn’t know. There was simply no reason for
'Just… call me
No less at
odds Adam left his number, disconnected and lowered the phone, feeling no resolve
The tech was
unlikely to answer within the next few minutes - even hours. Detroit’s time
zone dragged six hours behind. It was right in the middle of the night there.
And who knew what Pritchard was doing right now?
only wait, restrain his odd agitation - and go to work in hope it would
distract him for the time being.
When Adam still
hadn’t heard from Pritchard in the evening and home again he really began to
worry. The tech should have received the message by now. So why didn’t he
respond? Didn’t he want to, or was he, perhaps, unable to? What if something
had happened to him?
The thought of
Pritchard being in trouble clenched his guts with an icy grip, as Adam came to realize
there wasn’t even another way to contact the hacker or make sure he was ok. And
they were literally a world apart from each other. If something had happened to
him, Adam would probably never know about it. He could lose him forever,
unaware and completely oblivious.
The very possibility
of that idea stirred up a nameless fear deep inside him.
What could he
do? There had to be something he could do without leaving Prague, abandoning
his mission. He couldn’t; not when there was so much at stake, not when he was
finally in a place to get somewhere. And he didn’t know any mutual contacts to
ask about Pritchard’s whereabouts…
short, Adam called himself down.
It was way too
early to jump to conclusions. It’s just been a few hours. There could be thousands
of reasons for Pritchard’s silence. Adam just didn’t know.
Yeah, but it
was the not-knowing that slowly drove him insane.
himself back and forth he likewise paced through his apartment for the next
three hours, waiting, hoping.
If worst came
to worst Adam would have to go back to Detroit and look for the tech, searching
for the proverbial needle in a haystack. A fool’s errant. But it was too
premature to make such a decision, right now. He had to wait at least a few
days, trying to gather information in the meantime. And if every effort failed,
maybe he could get some time off?
Miller would never
even finished that last thought when the buzz of his phone froze him in his
tracks all of a sudden.
and holding his breath he just stared at the device for some long seconds, barely
daring to hope. Was it Pritchard? It had to be. Or was it…
It rang another
time, jerking him out of his stupor, and he leapt over in a heartbeat to pick
up the call.
Number unknown, Adam noticed before he put the phone to his ear.
'Who else, did
you think, it would be?’ the familiar snarky voice retorted. 'You were the one wanting
me to call back. So, this is me, calling back.’
had to swallow at the lump stuck in his throat. 'Are you ok?’
'Of course, I
am,’ Pritchard strained, then reconsidered. 'Why? Did you hear something else?’
feel a wave of relief washing over him, turning even his artificial knees to
you scared me.’ He let himself slump on the couch. 'Where have you been? Why
didn’t you call sooner?’
'What, are you
my parole officer now? I had a few drinks last night and slept in, if you must
know. And what do you mean by 'scared’? What is this all about?’
know.’ Adam admitted, clueless again. 'I… had a feeling.’
something new,’ the tech remarked and let a few moments pass before he resumed.
'So, let me get this straight. You were calling me for no reason whatsoever and
got all worked up because I didn’t call back right away? And all of that over a
yeah.’ Putting it straight made Adam feel even more like the complete idiot he
I got things to do on my own. If you don’t have anything of importance to
Pritchard,’ he still couldn’t let him go so easily. ‘Can’t we… just talk for
tech sounded suspicious.
'I…,’ - want
to hear your voice.
He couldn’t tell
'I don’t know.
It’s been a while. What are you doing?’ Just a bit longer, come on.
he answered curtly, still wary.
hesitated again before he spoke his mind.
you’re being weird. You sure everything is ok with you?’
Adam felt like
laughing all of a sudden. Yeah, now everything was ok.
fine. Just glad you are too.’
Pritchard took his time.
I really have some things to take care of…’
'Yeah, ok, I
understand,’ Adam relented. It was pretty late already, anyway. There was just
one more thing. ‘Pritchard, would you… call me from time to time, let me know
‘Look at that,
I didn’t know you cared so much,’ the tech noted - and gave in. ‘But ok, if it
makes you happy, I will call you.’
Pritchard was calling me. Couldn’t help but listen :)
So, I was daydreaming… and found it worthwhile to write down. Though I disregard the very existence of Black Light, I needed a quick setup to get them at close quarters :P Contains Fluff!
‘As for the
sleeping arrangements,’ Pritchard concluded the short tour of the Rialto hideout
for his two guests, ‘the tent is mine, obviously. And I only got one spare bed,
so you need to share. Or take turns, or whatever.’
He pointed at
a dark corner on the far side of his living space where a worn out mattress
leaned against the wall.
Jensen shot a
quick look at it, frowned and resolutely shook his head.
the mattress,’ he fixated on Pritchard with a stern glance. ‘The tent is big
enough for two, so we are gonna share; or take turns, or whatever.’
his stomach drop for a second upon Jensen’s announcement, before the anger took
over, keeping him from revealing a rather embarrassing reaction.
‘Don’t be a
dick about this, Pritchard,’ Jensen cut him off. ‘You know, Stacks is low on
Neuropozyne and needs a lot of rest.’
the heavy steeplejack brought himself in, lifting his mechanical hands in an
appeasing gesture, ‘I don’t wanna cause any trouble–‘
Jensen reassured, his grim gaze still locked on Pritchard. ‘Our host just
sometimes tends to forget the basic rules of decency.’
managed to contain the heat flaring through his veins; a heat caused by
Jensen’s presumptuous decision, as well as the prospect of both of them sharing
a resting place. But had he ever been able to stop the ex-Security Chief once
he’d set his mind on something?
Pritchard complied, snarling, and turned away to approach his workstation.
‘Sleep in the tent, then.’ He’d just have to stay up all night. Problem solved.
A few hours
later Pritchard jerked out of a microsleep that almost had him slipping off his
chair. Heart pounding from the brief sensation of falling he sat up and rubbed
his eyes. Damn, he was so tired he couldn’t put up with it any longer.
He cast a quick
look over the dark and silent stage of the Rialto. The protocol running on the screen
in front of him didn’t need any more of his attention for a while, Stacks was
mildly snoring from across the space, and Jensen seemed to be sound asleep as
Time to wake
him up, so Pritchard could take his turn.
Coming to his
feet he stepped over to the tent, hunkered down and stuck his head through the opening,
about to call out for Jensen. He stopped short the next moment though, as he caught
sight of the peaceful expression on the other’s face.
It still was
hard to believe, him being back after all this time. Pritchard even had restrained
himself from accepting it when Jensen contacted him last night, torn between
hope and the fear of disappointment, until they finally met face to face. The
relief of seeing him was almost as unbearable as uncovering a deceit would have
at the familiar figure sleeping, half curled up, head resting on his arm, Pritchard
felt his chest clench, and a daring thought popped into his mind.
And why not? Just
for a couple of minutes. He didn’t have to know.
Careful not to
wake Jensen he crawled into the tent, lay down beside him, scooched a bit
closer and with his eyes shut breathed the nearby scent, felt the other’s body warmth
slowly engulfing him like a blanket.
Just for a
couple of minutes…
emerged from the veils of sleep he knew way more than just a couple of minutes had
noticed he’d snuggled even closer to Jensen in the meantime. He could feel the
beard prickle the skin of his forehead with every breath they took. And Jensen’s
arm was wrapped around him, hand gently placed on his back.
realization made Pritchard flinch, and he instinctively tried to back off, when
Jensen tightened his grip all of sudden, keeping him in place.
Oh god, he was
whispered calmly in Pritchard’s hair without moving another muscle. ‘This feels
words caused Pritchard’s heart to skip a beat and sent a tremor down his spine.
But he was feeling it too, and so he finally gave in to the sensation and
pressed his face against Jensen’s chest, embracing the comfort of their
believed it, you know… You being dead,’ he quietly confessed. People had
called him crazy for never giving up on Adam Jensen. It didn’t matter. He’d been
called worse - and he’d been right.
‘Thank you, Francis,’ Jensen’s reply was tender as his
fingers brushed through Pritchard’s hair. ‘It’s good to be home.’
Francis Pritchard x Reader: That New Guy Is Trouble
He could feel your eyes piercing into his back, even if he was distracted by a motorcycle e-book. He was pretending to read when in reality he was nervous, reading the page over and over again. Unsure if he should pass it slowly…or fast…he sighed and instantly dropped the book to his lap, closing his eyes. He looked irritated towards you.
“What? Is there something on my face [Y/N]?”
You try to keep an emotionless face, your eyes just barely wavering. He was expecting you to say something, but instead you just closed your eyes and shook your head. He took the gesture as one that you were just staring off into space without noticing that you were looking at him. Just as he was about to open the book again, he felt your stare on him again. Seriously, what’s wrong with [Y/N]?
“Listen. If I have something on my face, then just tell me. You’re raising my blood pressure…” he exasperated then tore his cold stare away from your gaze. It felt like you could see right into his soul. He was about to say something else, until you interrupted him.
“Sorry Frank…You just sorta look like some video game character, but I can’t put my finger on it. Everytime we hang I can’t help but get a sixth-sense like you should be in Final Fantasy…”
He would´ve felt flattered, but your constant sight-intrusion made it nearly impossible.
“Uh huh…” This is awkward.
He clears his throat with all the calmness of the world and then just turns away, looking back to his e-book manual.
“You know…I feel jealous about the new Security Manager too…”
His breath hitched.
Did [Y/N] just…
“Excuse me?” He was feeling uncomfortable and awkward again. How did you know? Was it that obvious? You tense, afraid of having stepped over a line.
“You’ve just seem so stressed these past few days with the new guy and all…” Your voice became lower so as not to raise attention of others. No one was around at the time, probably on lunch break.
“I mean…You used to always have lunch with us, discuss goals and off topic nerdy things…but since Adam started joining us too you just seem to be avoiding the scene.”
“I’m not avoiding anyone.”
You look over your shoulder, checking to see if anyone was in the room before continuing the conversation.
“Then how about joining me for lunch today? To at least get it off your mind for a bit? Just us two playing some Triple Triad?”
“I don’t need anyone’s help, [Y/N]. You have been too busy lately to notice that Adam has been trying to get close to you,” he said, focusing all his attention to you now, “Why is he even sitting at the tech table to begin with–!“
“That´s not the point–” his voice was fluctuating volumes. He was trying to change the topic and his eyes are flicking around frantically, looking everywhere, but at you.
"Just…stop talking about it. About him…”
“Sorry, I probably crossed your line…” You knew it was going to be thin ice to bring the topic up.
“No, I’m fine. I just…,” his next words were barely voiced, “I’m afraid of losing you, [Y/N].”
“Frank…You’re almost the only person I completely get along with. (The exception is Malik) and if it really bothers you that much then why not talk to him? Maybe you’ll get a different impression of him.”
He was silent. This conversation was getting morbid fast. Maybe you should cheer him up.
Maybe he should just go and stand up to leave, but…
but he might need some space…
but you weren’t wrong…
“Maybe it is what you said…” he slowly turned around, again looking at you. You slowly opened your arms wide in hopes he would be fine with a hug. Frank looked aside a blush was just barely crawling to his pale cheeks.
“Does cranky Franky want a hug?”
“[Y/N], it’s not necessary–“
"I see you smiling over there,” He can’t he resist such a cute person.
He sighed, feeling his heart getting faster as you crawled closer towards him. You were sitting a few centimeters away before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.
Your face was instantly against his neck and the scent of woman’s shampoo and motor oil immediately filled your lungs. It was sweet, gentle, and still masculine all together.
“I knew it. You do use woman hair products.” You whispered into hair. His only response was one of those half-laughs where you blew more air out of the nostrils than normal. You were expecting Frank to detach from the hug after fifteen seconds or so. However, it looked like he had other plans.
"Aren’t you uncomfortable in that position?” He asked, surely noticing that your arms weren’t in natural hugging positions, instead against his hips and ground to avoid yourself from falling on top of him. “You can put your entire weight on me if you want, I’m not going anywhere.”
"N-No…! It’s not–!”
He had already pulled you closer to him, making you unbalanced and fall ontop of him. Now you were sitting on his belly, nearly straddling him. For a second, you swore you saw him smile, but it went as fast as it came into your view; that could´ve been an hallucination.
“We can stay here for a bit…“ Frank turned his head to his office blinds to make sure they’re still closed. “And I would love to have lunch with you.” He closed his eyes and rested his head on a pile of papers that were left on the floor.
"I hope you have better cards this time. It’s not really fun beating you all the time.”
“Thanks, [Y/N]. How does Thai sound?”
“Fantastic. Oh! I figured out who you look like.”
“If you parted your hair, you would be Laguna from Final Fantasy 8”
Pritchard’s dialogue in the DLC was absolutely hilarious. And adorable. More Pritchard in the next Deus Ex game, pretty please? What about Jensen getting stuck in a hopeless situation and calling his bro in? Again? :,D