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The life of a
Pathfinder was nothing if not unpredictable. One moment Scott was helping to
gather some minerals on Elaaden, the next came an urgent summon to the Nexus or
a distress call from the resistance on Voeld. Still, even among all this
hecticness – or maybe because of it – he found comfort in establishing a small
routine, things repeated almost every single day that helped to ground him no
matter in which corner of the galaxy he was at the moment: ungodly amounts of
cereal for breakfast, the morning hug from Jaal, feeding the Pyjak forbidden
snacks behind Lexi’s back. And of course daily calls to Reyes, right before
Scott turned in for the night.
It felt nice to see
his lover’s face and hear his voice broadcasted through the infinite void, even
if that wasn’t nearly enough to fully quench the longing. They always chatted a
bit about what interesting happened to them and joked a little, exchanging
cheesy lines or bad puns. Sometimes the conversation took a turn into a naughty
territory when they hadn’t seen one another for a long time and were itching
for a release.
Scott adored their
talks, the time devoted to no one else but each other, the comforting assurance
that they both were alive and well, which wasn’t a given with the kind of
lifestyle they both lead.
Today Scott needed to
see Reyes more than ever.
Lying on the bed in
his quarters, one hand under his head, the other with the omni-tool in front of
his face, he told SAM to make the call.
Kadara,” he said as soon as his lover’s smiling face appeared on the display.
Reyes must have waited for the call because he picked up almost instantly.
“Ryder. How is my
favorite Pathfinder doing today?” he asked in an upbeat tone. But the
cheerfulness gradually faded from his face the longer he stared at Scott. He
could always read him like a book. “Are you okay?” His words were caring,
gentle, inspiring confidence and urging Scott to open up. And Scott needed that
kind of encouragement to pour his heart out, the certainty that he would be
“No. Not really,” he
sighed, using his omni-tool-free hand to rub at his temple. He wondered if he
looked as tired and dispirited as he felt.
Scott took a deep
breath and let the words flow.
“I was on Eos today
when I heard that some of the people from the outpost went to explore the
remnant ruins, even though I told them over and over again that it’s dangerous
and they should stay away. I drove there as fast as I could but…” Scott
paused, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, they were filled
with anguish. “I arrived too late. The remnants tore them all to shreds right
in front of me. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t save them. If only I was
“Scott, stop,” Reyes
interrupted him, adamant but still sympathetic. “You can’t blame yourself for
their stupidity. What happened wasn’t your fault.”
Scott heaved a sigh.
A heavy burden of guilt weighed on his chest, one that he just couldn’t shake
“I know. I know, but…” he paused, his
mournful eyes telling more than any words could ever do. “I wish you were here
with me right now,” he whispered, sounding hopeless and pathetic to his own
But Reyes looked at
him not with scorn, but with tenderness.
“I wish I was.”
The silence that fell
between them was full of tension, vibrating with the vastness of space between
them, the light years keeping them apart when the only thing they wanted was to
be in one another’s arms.
Reyes was first to
Scott couldn’t hide
his surprise when Reyes addresses the AI. Especially when SAM responded.
“Could you do
something for me?”
“Yes. As long as it will not go against my programming or against the
“No, it’s nothing
like that. Could you… could you make Scott feel as if I’m holding him? I
think he needs that.”
“What? Reye–” Scott
gasped when the sensation of being enveloped in a pair of strong arms spread
through his body. The pressure against his skin, the warmth, it all felt so
real. Scott’s throat clenched as he tried to rein in his emotions. He couldn’t
deny though that the weight on his chest became lighter.
“Yeah. Thank you.”
“Go to sleep. I’ll
watch over you.”
Scott tried to
protest, but all it took was a little of gentle coaxing and he finally gave up.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep quicker than he would imagine, safe in the
Reyes dawdled with
ending the call, observing how Scott’s chest moved steadily with every breath
he took, the expression on his face peaceful at last.
“SAM?” he asked once
“Can you help me with
something one more time?”
“With what, Reyes?”
“Tell me where will
you be touching down in the morning.”
* * *
Of all the things Scott expected to find at the next port, Reyes, who
had apparently flown like a madman entire night to get there before him, wasn’t
one of them. Surprised, touched and happy, Scott was glad to confirm that no
sensory substitute of a hug could compare to the real thing given freely and
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“Indeed,” Bellamy said. “So. You asked how I deal with it, and the answer is because I decided that the best revenge wasn’t to devote myself obsessively to destroying the people who hurt me. It was to live, and live well, and be better than they were. To burn like a Roman candle, to rattle the stars…But I’m not doing any of this for them. I don’t give them the time of day in my head. I do it for myself. I do it because it’s who I am.”
(Happy birthday, Hilary! Love ya, girl! There are no word for how much I adore this fic and the characters within - most especially Sam. I truly think he’s one of your greatest achievements. Every now and then, you find a character that sticks with you forever, and you can’t help but feel like you’re better off for having “known” them, even if it’s through the pages of a book.)