sliceitwithwind

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Aya AU

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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"Fair enough." Dilan says with a smile, "Just saying that the tables are good. I'm afraid that I have to agree with the adorable, though. Not the mascot or easy to bully, but the adorable."

"Considering I haven't been able to beat that particular term out of the boys to date, I'll have to allow it on your part." she replied solemnly.

"I warn you though, there will be a reckoning! Eventually at any rate. If I ever have spare time and some megalomania..."

"But what if I like megalomania in blonds?" Dilan asks whimsically, "I mean, then it'd just be a vicious cycle of maiming, adorableness, and maiming."

"Hmmm, I think the background check may have turned up known associations with megalomaniacs..." she laughed "But if it's a developing interest, I'll keep you in mind if I manage to pick it up as a hobby."

"I'd end up feeling bad about maiming though. I may have to develop other mental disorders prior to megalomania. Build up a skill seeeeejesus!" she yipped as her phone ringer went off at full volume.

Alarm. Right. In case she fell asleep.

Dilan would respond, but his open mouth was over Aya's head when she jumped and he's just going to sit here for several long, long moments being grateful that his tongue was out of the way of his teeth when the skull of his pseudo-date cracked into his jaw.

She got that sharp, swimming sensation in her head that meant she'd turned just wrong in a bout...and yeah. There was the dizziness coming in. She didn't hit the mats though, therefore...she really had clocked Dilan.

Jesus fucking Christ she clocked Dilan?!

"Fucking hell son of Sam and bloody Mary." she swore as she slipped from under his arm to better kneel on their seat bench and examine his jaw with very, very careful fingers.

"I'm fine." Dilan says, "Heavier bones than you. Really. It just jarred the hell out of me." he reaches up to cover her fingers with his hand and give it a gentle squeeze, "You'd have to hit me a lot harder to do anything more than bruise. Probably with a chair or something."

Then, after a pause,

"You cuss by serial killers?"

She wasn't immediately reassured. Not by a long shot. She'd known far too many guys who tended to brush off injuries and yeah. She was just going to make sure...

She stayed as she was for a few moments longer before she squeezed his fingers back and slipped back down onto the seat. Safely away from his jaw this time. "Sometimes." she admitted. The offending phone was retrieved from her pocket and a quick text to Danny fired off, then she sighed and leaned back.

"I'm sorry. I forgot I asked Ben to set it to something obnoxious." Just...Jesus. "I'm sorry"

"Heavier bones, Aya." Dilan says, "I weigh going on three hundred pounds, a human my size and build would be about two seventy, max. It's fine."

He reaches out and pulls her back against himself. "Really."

Aya was tiny. Delicate would have been the term if she hadn't worked so hard to be toned. But she was small. And fragile looking...and she utterly and completely believed she could have truly injured him. It took her several minutes to slowly relax back into Dilan's side, but she managed.

"The swearing thing..." she sighed. "I picked it up when my Uncle and I didn't want my dad to know his little girl could swear." she offered.

"That's fair." Dilan says, smiling a little, "I think it's an interesting thing for a cop to do."

See how he avoids cute? Yes.

"Yeah, it wasn't meant to hold over through college and into cophood." she chuckled. "Though it's funny to see Pierce's 'list of severity' posted in the sound van..."

"I'll have to see if I can get ahold of that." Dilan muses, "Hmm."

"Dilan" she stated quite calmly "I'm sure if you asked, he'd give you the slightly-more-than-illegal tour." she sighed.

"Pierce has his days, but I've never seen him as excited as when you signed his mug." Sure, cred with Pierce would probably fall once word got around, but that wasn't really something she'd notice.

Dilan shrugs a little, "I like what I do, but I don't want to, you know." he waves one hand, "I'm not going to trade on it."

She blinked up at him a moment before facepalming. "It was a joke. A sardonic joke, but teasing. I'm sorry. I just meant you made an impression."

...

"Well, that and Pierce will do dumb things when impressed. You'd should have heard the last reaming he got about civilians in the observation booth..." even Aya had to admit that the mail girl had been impressive...but Pierce had been paranoid of people for weeks afterward.

"Oh." Dilan dips his head, "Sorry. Some people assume, you know? Got famous, must be using it."

"In my experience, Dilan, people using or abusing their positions don't tend to sit quietly in interrogation rooms. They have lawyers in at first opportunity and they smile at you as they walk out the damn door." she sighed. Needless to say? Well, a person like that wouldn't have asked Aya out and meant it.

"...and said person probably wouldn't have gone walking down the street with me at two in the morning either." she admitted after a moment of thought.

"Sorry. It's a sore spot." Dilan says uncomfortably, "I get accused of it sometimes. Anyway.

"I like walking."

"I won't accuse you of it." she promised simply. Dilan had the benefit of being...a person with her. Not an image, not an ideal. She didn't know how to relate to those who weren't comfortable with being people.

"So do I. That and driving kind of bothers me." she chuckled. "I like walking better in the early morning and in good company."

"I can't drive." Dilan allows with a slow smile, "Never needed to, and cars are kind of cramped."

"I drive when Danny and I have to split up." if the look on her face was anything to go by, well, driving and lack of a partner were bad. "At least you have an excuse..." she teased.

"You've always lived in an area where there's mass transit?"

"Either mass transit or nothing worth seeing outside of walking distance." Dilan agrees, "Braig's family's beach house was a train-ride and a six mile hike, but it was a nice, flat hike."

"Well, that's one way to ensure relatively quiet vacations..." she mused. "Was the house, and beach, worth the hike though?"

"The best times of my life are spent out there." Dilan says instantly, "We still go, ever year."

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