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Tango - Drabble - No Other Way

Contains: Angst, Fluff? Kinda, Implied Marriage
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You almost fall flat on your face getting out of the boat outside of HASA.
A couple hours ago you didn't even know it was here.

But it is.
The levitation pulls you up, stopping your running.
You try and prepare yourself to land on your feet, but end up sprawled out on the ground anyway.

As fast as you can you pick yourself up, dodging blocks as you sprint toward the entrance.
You have to reach Tango. Now.

The inside is big, you run around desperately trying to find him.
"Tango!" You shout, but no one answers back.
Are you too late?

You continue to search, finding a small corridor that leads to a series of rooms with windows in.
Inside each one is dark, which makes it easy for you to locate Tango in room 15.

You look on the small switchboard outside the window.
He couldn't have labelled any of these buttons could he?
Then again you know he didn't intend for anyone else to use them.
He never intended for you to find out about HASA, about his plan.

You press down the one button you can identify, as it has a microphone attached.
"I know your plan Tango." You state dryly.
You can tell just from the way his eyes are now that he's focused on you, at least on the glass.

They float on over to glass, the only light in the otherwise pitch black room.
The lights slowly turn on, revealing Tango's form fully.
His body mirrors yours, hands on the switchboard inside the room.

He walks over to the door now, letting himself out.
"What are you doing here, Y/n?" He asks, clearly tense.
"What are you doing here, Tango?" You ask in return.

"Preparing."
"Is that all you're going to give me? You've been disappearing for weeks without telling me where you're going and all you're going to say when I find out what you're doing is preparing?" Tango takes in a deep breath, letting it out quickly.

"If you know what my plan is, which you've said you do, why are you asking?" He folds his arms, refusing to break eye contact.
"Because I don't want it to be true." You answer quietly.

His façade cracks a little as he looks off to the side.
"I have to go. I need to try and stop this. There is no other option, Y/n. There is no other way."

"Tango you can't do this by yourself. How many times do I have to tell you. Please." His demeanour cracks a little more as he shuffles nervously.
But then he looks you dead in the eyes.

"Come with me."
"What?"
"Come with me. To the moon. I have another suit. If you don't want me to go alone then come with me." His hands are in yours now. His expression reads nothing but serious.

"Tango, do you even know what you're asking me to do?!"
"I do. I'm leaving tomorrow, so you stay here and we get you as accustomed as we can for the trip, or I go alone." His hands grip yours so firmly.
He wants you to agree.
You want to agree.

But can you?
Is it really going to work?
Can you leave everything behind to go blow up the moon?
There's a chance you may never return.
Is that a chance you're willing to take?

Tango is.
You said you'd be by his side for better or for worse.
You have to do this.
For you, for the hermits.
For Tango.

With a deep breath you manage to get it out, words shaky, your nerves making themselves know.
"I'll go with you. Always."