Redcrackle Oneshots | Carmen Sandiego

4. |No More Running💔| CANON DIVERGENCE/Memory Recall

A/N: fluffy, AU

TD;Lr AU where Gray regains his memories when Carmen comes to visit him in Sydney, and the two are forced to confront one another about their Time at VILE.

Word Count: 2,663

What was supposed to be a week off in Sydney for Carmen had turned into a disaster. First, she slept with Gray. Her ex-best friend who broke her heart and the former VILE operative Crackle who betrayed her.

Second, in her emotional state after....doing it....she let it slip that he had once known her during the time where his memories disappeared.

After that, Carmen had to tell him the rest. When she finished, he hadn't spoken a word. He simply stood up and walked to his room before shutting the door. Hard.

Carmen had been left on the couch—half naked and deep in her feelings. God, why was she such an idiot? How could—how would their.....relationship....even function anymore?

In the days following, they made small talk around each other, always dodging the elephant in the room. But something was coming between them. And if they didn't talk about it now, it was going to tear them apart.

Sometimes, Gray would look at her with guilt and open his mouth to say something. The autopilot Carmen was functioning with would dodge the subject, pointing something—-anything out. His mouth would close and he'd sadly reply to whatever she used to change the subject.

It had been two days since she'd dropped the bomb on him. They were sitting at his favorite Cafe, grabbing two cups of coffee in the exact same spot they had come to after the Newzealand Caper.
They had been talking about something or the other—-the weather maybe—-when Gray finally killed their game of cat and mouse.

"Alright. That's enough, Carmen. Quit avoiding it. We have to talk about it."

Dread filled her stomach, clouded her mind. But she knew he was right. "Not here." She glanced warily all over the street.

Gray sighed, standing. "Alright. But promise me one thing, okay? No more running from each other. No more lying."

Carmen swallowed the years of instincts that instructed her to do those very things before replying. "Okay. I promise."

Gray signaled to the waitress that they were finished and she came to collect their cups. She was cute—flawless brown skin, thick lashes over almond brown eyes, full lips, and spirally black curls.

Carmen became increasingly annoyed at the way she was staring dreamily at Gray, shooting her a suspicious glance.

When the girl noticed Carmen, she quickly looked away with a blush and continued her routine clumsily.

"Oh—" she started as she dropped a cup. It crashed onto the ground and shattered into multiple tiny pieces.

Gray and Carmen immediately stooped down and began to help her pick the pieces up. "Are you alright there, Charlotte?" Gray said kindly.

"Oh, uh—I'm—I'm fine, Graham. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He smiled at her reassuringly, flashing his teeth. At his expression, the girl blushed and glanced at the floor.

Carmen scooped the last few shards into Charlotte's apron covered palm. "Be careful not to cut yourself." She told her.

"I will. Thank you. Sorry again." With that, she scurried away.