Aya AU

[sliceitwithwind]

The bar brawl was magnificent. It spread from the original bar (Dilan isn't sure which one that was) to three or four others, going in and out of them into something not quite a riot but not exactly not. Dilan got involved in the second bar on the trip, but managed to hold his own until the cops got there.

And he very politely sat down with his hands behind his head waiting for them to get around to him. Someone with that much facial metal (eyebrow, lip, nose), that hair, and that size tends to ping the combatant radar of everyone. Ever.

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[mitochondriaaya]

Aya had been having a bad night. First the brawl that had broken out just as Madigan stepped in the door, then the riotous flood, and now she'd lost track of her contact even as backup began showing up. The man actually not taking a swing at the cops was...well, he was odd to note, and hard not to trip over.

She managed to only bounce off him slightly, the badge on a chain around her neck rather incongruous against the tee and jeans. "Sorry sir..." she managed among the called orders, then there was the bellow of "BREA! DOWN, GUN ON THE LEFT!" from the large detective coming in the door.

Obligingly, she ducked under the nearest table, letting the guys in vests handle the rest of the brawl as she caught her breath. "Mondays suck." she remarked to no one in particular. It'd take them hours to book them all...

[sliceitwithwind]

"Careful, officer." Dilan says when she bounces off him, and when she comments on Mondays he allows, "There are better days of the week. May I take my hands down?"

[mitochondriaaya]

She glanced at him but it was her partner that answered as he came up to her table "No. You're under arrest too." he noted "Brea, you alive?"

"Bruised, scratched, maybe bleeding." she noted, taking her partner's hand and climbing to her feet. "This one here was at least cooperating? Get some cuffs over here before he loses feeling in his fingers..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Fair 'nuff." Dilan says, shifting from kneeling to a crossed-toes position that he could sit for hours in, "No hurry, I'm good for a while longer."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Maybe you could convince the other brawlers of your point of view?" Aya sighed "They could use a healthy dose of what ever you're on." patience, cooperation, beer. What ever, it was nice to have someone cooperating.

"Hate to break in, but he's going with the van boys now and we're hitting the alley." Danny teased a little grimly. "You'll see them all again soon enough at the station."

So, a date

[mitochondriaaya]

There really should be a law against nine year olds, who got a ride from their dad BEFORE SCHOOL, coming into any apartment at oh-god-I've-been-in-bed-for-two-hours o'clock. Really. Too bad she was the one who'd given him and Danny the key.

Due Ben's hard work and utter commitment to getting Aya through a date, she was outside the precinct in dark slacks and a sapphire silk camisole that matched her eyes. Ben made her buy it weeks ago just for the fact of matching. He'd have been horrified to see her also in her standard black leather jacket. But, hey, she couldn't let a nine year old run her life entirely right?

It was about that time she found the written list of 'tips' stuffed in her pocket, the nine-year-olds hand writing careful and neat on the paper. This? Would be why Aya was chuckling and facepalming as she waited.

Re: So, a date

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan, when he shows up, is wearing the same boots as yesterday, pressed black hakama, and a dove grey button down shirt. He's changed the facial jewellery for something more discreet, tiny studs instead of rings, and has managed to Cure all the bumps and cuts from the night before.

"Hi, Detective. You look very nice...but I liked the jeans."

Re: So, a date

[mitochondriaaya]

She looked him over from head to toe, the cop look that promised she'd be able to describe him to a sketch artist later...but towards the end the glance softened somewhat. "Yeah, so did I...but Ben has other ideas of successful dating garb."

"You clean up good." Ben had tried to convince her to put makeup on her bruised arms, but she'd pointed out anyone who dated her would have to get used to it eventually so...

Re: So, a date

[sliceitwithwind]

"Would you like a Curega?" Dilan asks, twiddling his fingers, "It doesn't cost me anything I won't get back over the amount of time it takes to eat. Have you been to Nani's on Rose? It's got divine coffee and sandwiches to die for."

Re: So, a date

[mitochondriaaya]

She flexed one of her arms a moment, thinking it over. She usually made due without, their precinct medic always seemed so...tired. But, hell, why not? "Sure" she accepted at last.

"And no, I've never actually been there. Gotten delivery a time or two...but never been. Anyplace with coffee right now will elevate you to near sainthood though." she grinned.

Phone calls

[mitochondriaaya]

It was polite to call. She'd said she would, and it was polite.

And maybe, just maybe he'd been a high point in a really bad week and she wanted to touch on that again. So, she turned her music down (The Pirates of Penzance today, she needed the comedy), and cradled her phone against her ear.

Yeah, it was only after dialing that she realized that she really should have thought about what she was going to say.

Re: Phone calls

[sliceitwithwind]

"Dilan, what can I do for you?" he sounds cheerful enough, anyway, and the sounds of a video game in a holding pattern are lightly behind him.

Re: Phone calls

[mitochondriaaya]

She listened for a moment, just to see if she could ID the repetitive music, but shrugged it off when she couldn't. "Hey, it's Aya. I take it I'm not interrupting?"

Re: Phone calls

[sliceitwithwind]

"Aya! Hi!" Dilan perks up even more, "Nah, I'm just running through the beta on a new game to find glitches. How're you doing?"

Re: Phone calls

[mitochondriaaya]

"Honestly? I'm a bit rough right now. But, I've stew going. And a pasta bake almost ready to go in so the day itself isn't so bad..." she admitted cheerfully enough.

"What kind of game are you testing?" Ben would love to know anything about games that could be coming out...and it was always good to have something to distract the nine year old with.

Non-invasive testing!

[mitochondriaaya]

The medical records actually beat Aya to the building by a few hours. After all, doctor's offices kept better hours. They went back as far as age fourteen, when she'd found this doctor to ask about her nutrition. From there it was a list of physicals and stress tests the schools had required and a veritable rain of injuries and x-rays since then.

Very clean X-rays. The previous injuries healed very well, with hardly any bone thickening to prove previous breakage.

Aya was happy to chat with the security guard a moment. Tough job that one...but soon enough she was in an elevator, coat over her shoulder as she headed towards the human trial labs. The rooms were set up for non-invasive tests. Weight, blood pressure, body temp...and the ability to monitor each through stresses like exercise and room temp change.

Re: Non-invasive testing!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Hi, Aya." Dilan, at work, is a much different looking creature than Dilan at play. He's still got the dreads, obviously, but they're all pulled back into a heavy bun instead of allowed freedom. He's got a lab coat on, and the jewellery is both not obvious and non-conductive.

He's also sitting in a comfortable chair, reading her file. "This is really interesting. You heal atypically well for either species. Whiiiich you probably already knew, but it's my job to notice things like that."

Re: Non-invasive testing!

[mitochondriaaya]

...it wasn't a bad look for Dilan if she had to be honest. Good to know he was versatile!

She arched an eyebrow at him as she draped her coat over a chair. Sure, it was getting towards summer, but leather jackets were useful. "Well, if you count my doctor threatening to shoot me to keep me in bed, but knowing it won't keep me down as long as she wants as 'knowing' yes?" she offered.

"Or getting lectures about 'just because you're young and heal well now...'" it was exactly something she'd gone out of her way to ask her doc?

Re: Non-invasive testing!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Atypically well." Dilan says, "I'd be jealous if I were any species but the one I am. Any questions before we start with a lot of the same things you've already done?" he waves at the various bits of equipment around.

Re: Non-invasive testing!

[mitochondriaaya]

"I'll take it as my biologic due for being so short?" she laughed. "...and keep an eye out for the flip side." no telling what she was missing in order to heal well. Probably a susceptibility to something rare and weird like Jungle Fever?

"Hmmm, no. Routine." she shrugged.

Wednesday in the park

[mitochondriaaya]

It was hard as hell to find roller skates for some reason. Roller blades, sure. Skate shoes? Not a problem...but she'd almost ended up calling an antique store for skates. Almost. She'd managed to talk a sporting goods store into actually looking when she'd showed up on lunch break on Monday.

She was harder to deny in person.

The damn things had spent in a day and a half tucked in her closet with leather softener. After all, she wanted to skate, not fight the skates the whole day. It was a wonderful distraction through the week though. Getting through her duties took longer than expected, and she'd apologized when she called...

...but she managed to be at Dilan's lab only an hour late with her backpack and skates dangling.

Re: Wednesday in the park

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan is waiting for her in the lobby wearing linen pants (black), softened by age, a wife-beater, and low boots. His skates, battered, old, and well cared for, are slung over his shoulder and tangled with his backpack.

"Hey. Got everything?"

Re: Wednesday in the park

[mitochondriaaya]

She actually blinked at the pants. Sure, she'd only seen him three times, but the hakima had been omnipresent. "Has anyone ever told you how badly you break the mold when it comes to 'intellectual scientist' types?" she offered it as a compliment. Really!

"And yes, I should. If I didn't remember it it's probably not important?" From drinks, to food, to skates and even an ace bandage tucked in a pocket in case she did sprain an ankle. Everything, right?

Re: Wednesday in the park

[sliceitwithwind]

"Only daily since I got my first degree." Dilan says cheerfully, offering her his arm, "So, bus or taxi?"

Re: Wednesday in the park

[mitochondriaaya]

"Good to know the civilian world still has some observational skills then!" she chuckled softly. She didn't take his arm immediately, instead she shrugged her backpack to floor and pulled out the simple, leather bound journal 'cookbook' she'd promised.

"Bus? A bit more reliable just after lunch hour." backpack back in place, she laid the book in Dilan's hand, then hooked her arm in his.