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It seemed that every time they were sent on a mission, York got paired off with Wash.
Not that he minded - in fact, he'd started to ensure it. Wash was a good partner--maybe not the best fighter on the team, but he and York worked well together. They'd picked up on each other's moves and knew where to stand and when to shoot and where to watch to keep each other in good condition. So, in short, York was used to having Wash at his side.

So the one time when they were separated, he couldn't help but worry for the guy.
Yeah, Carolina said it'd be best for the team if they all split up, but without Wash keeping an eye on his back he couldn't help but feel a little bare. A little like an easy-target.
Frequently York checked his HUD trackers, just to check-up on Wash's location. It was a comfort knowing that little grey dot wasn't too far away.

"Lower-level security's busted." York murmured into his helmet, watching the way some of the team began to move to his coordinates. "Might, uh. Have a little trouble on our hands soon though." It was only one alarm... that wouldn't garner all their enemies rushing to his spot, would it?
Turning around, only to come face-to-face with the barrel of a gun in some cocky soldier's hands, York thinks that maybe he should move before he has the chance to find out.

"Oh man, when I bring you down, they're gonna call me a hero--" the guy was planning further ahead than was necessary. It was up to York to put a stop to that.

"Sorry, bud." Sweeping out his foot, York brought the guy down and stood in one swift arc, grabbing the gun as the other fell. "I don't go down easy." And, because he was an enemy, York couldn't feel bad about silencing the guy for good.
Lifting his gaze, York became aware of more insurrectionists, all approaching with their guns raised.
To his team, he spoke;
"I'm not likin' that the bad guys are gettin' here faster than any of you."

As he'd been doing often for the past few weeks, York let himself into his employers (who went by Wash) back yard, all prepared to start his day of work as a lawn care-taker. There was a lot of work to be done, but York didn't mind. It felt nice to be earning his keep, working with his hands in the sun. It was a little uncomfortable at times, when the heat got too unbearable, but it wasn't anything that York couldn't handle.
He'd just peel off his shirt and carry on with work, and if he was lucky, Wash would be around to see it.
Yea, York had a thing for his employer.

Could you blame him? The dude was attractive, with his pretty blue eyes and a mouth that York caught himself staring at more than once, getting lost in thoughts of how it would feel to just diminish the distance and kiss him.
But he never did, because York was pretty sure Wash wouldn't go for someone so much younger than he was. Besides, for all he knew, the man was straight. Probably had a girlfriend. Guys like Wash didn't stay single for long.

That didn't mean York was going to stop making a show of everything he did.
He didn't know anything for certain about Wash's love life, so there was no reason to quit his actions if there was even the slightest chance it could turn out in his favor.
Until he knew for certain, he'd keep up with what he was doing.

Work-wise, he had to get started on mowing. The push-mower was already waiting for him, so as soon as he was good to go he got to work, starting in the far corner of the yard and making his way across.
Though, about halfway through he had to stop, sweat making his clothes stick to his skin. While normally he stripped down for a chance to get Wash's reaction, this time was just to get rid of a little discomfort.
Tugging the material off his body, York tucked his shirt into one of the back-pockets of his loose jeans--you know, the ones that hung low on his hips. He stretched at that point, working out the crinks in his neck and arms before returning to work.

It was a very exciting day for the Duggan family, as it was the day they welcomed in their new adoptive son.
York, the oldest of two (current) Duggan children, had been eager for this day ever since his parents had told him and his little sister of their plans.
He didn't know much of the boy they were taking in, other than the fact his name was David, and his appearance--he'd seen a few photos that his family had shown him. However, he knew it wouldn't compare to actually meeting the boy in person.
A glance over to the clock on the wall let him know it was only a short time until his parents returned with the child, and when that time came he could stop babysitting Riley in order to introduce himself to David, and show him around the house - starting with the room that would be his.

It was only a couple minutes later when the front door opened, and immediately York and Riley darted over, pushing aside their parents in order to see their new brother.
"Hi!" Riley grinned when she spotted him, showing off her missing front teeth.
York, however, was a little more quick to get conversation going. "Hey, I'm Adam. You can call me York, an' this is Riley. Come on, we'll show you the house, and you can put your things in your room, and--"
"Adam," his mom said, laughing. She grabbed her children by their arms and gently pulled them back into the house, "let the poor boy inside. Don't overwhelm him."
Both kids nodded, but didn't stop smiling.

They didn't even move, at least, not until Dad spoke;
"Why don't you two go bring down the gifts you got him?" Their father suggested, and with that they both appeared shocked for a moment before scrambling off.
The two returned shortly, both clutching items to their chests.
Riley extended her gift first - a macaroni mural of a cat head that looked a little more like Batman.
"S'all I can make. York said dogs were cooler, but he's dumb."
York scowled at that, but it didn't last long, as soon he was holding out his own gift.
"S'an empty photo album." He shrugged. "Figured we could fill it together."

York had spent the day playing with the kids in the living room.
They played with blocks, mostly, and a couple stuffed animals.
It had ended, though, with the kids crawling all over York and playfully beating him up until he pretended to be dead.

In the beginning of his and Wash's relationship, York had discarded the thought of having children because, well, obvious reasons.
Yet here they were now, with their two beautiful kids, Albany and Kent.
After playing dead long enough York suddenly 'came to life' with a growl and scooped both kids up, only receiving screams (that lessened into giggles) as his arms hooked around them and he stood up.

"Let's go find daddy!" He moved through the apartment, looking for Washington. "Waaash~!" He called out, looking for his husband.

[It's pretty late into the afternoon when York wakes up. He's on his back, eyes opening up to present the ceiling to him.
He rubs at the corners of his eyes, waking himself up further as a yawn slips out of his mouth.
Memories of the previous day return to him, and he looks to his side but... Wash is gone.
He's not even in the room, York notices when he looks around.
York guesses that he's already left for the Project. He had a long day of waiting, he supposes.
He looks back to the bed, and a grin starts to stretch over his lips because of, well, yesterday.
There's still a stain (that he needs to get cleaned) on the sheets that are tousled up.
His under-armor and armor is all where he left it on the ground, and he's still shirtless from the shower he'd taken last night.

Still smiling - although he's not really noticed it's there on his face - York stands and walks over to the fridge, taking out a fig to eat it along with one of the packets in the box still on his table.]

[It's a good while later - a few days, weeks? - once Wash has been taken to the psych ward that York decides he no longer wants to fight this war.
He wants to be out of this ship, out of danger.
Anywhere is better than here.

He often visits Washington, stopping by when he can to see his progress and condition, hoping that soon he'll be let out.
He can't tell Washington of his plans to leave... of the bags packed in his room...
He wants to go without a word, just a sudden disappearance. That would be best. Right?
Delta had tried to talk him out of it many times to no avail, and in the end decided it was pointless to argue, and began helping York with things he'd need to do before escaping.

At this moment, York was sitting in the chair in Wash's room in the psych ward, just staring across at the other man.]

[York lifts his hand in a kind of wave to Washington, before setting off to get to the lounge. There's an announcement overhead, though.]
'Agent New York report immediately to the lab, full armor.'
[York's brow furrowed.
The lab?
Well, if he was being called, he didn't have a choice but to go.
So, he ran down to his room to quickly grab his suit and pull it on before dashing out and going to the lab to see what he was needed for.]

[An... AI? Named Delta. Who was carved from and filled with logic. When asked his thoughts on it, York just stared into space for a moment.]
It's... weird. There's gonna be someone else inside my head?
[York was then told it wasn't really a person, but there would indeed be a new voice and presence residing in his mind, able to offer advice and even strengthen the enhancements in his armor.
Even though it would be helpful, it was still weird. York wasn't quite warming up to this idea. But he didn't really have a choice. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun.]

[It didn't take long at all, and soon there was a glowing green light at his face. The left side of his face, near his bad eye. He had to turn his head to look at the little holographic suit of armor.]
So, you're Delta, huh?
I am. And you are Agent New York. Position two on the leader-boards. You are an infiltration specialist, and you enjoy picking the locks presented to you.
I prefer the term 'breaking and entering'.
[Yea. This was definitely weird. There was... a whole new being in his head, sorting through his thoughts and filing them. York felt like he was being violated. Which, he kind of was. Right? Did it count if it was a computer program doing it?]

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