My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Magic Police

*I know there are requests and my multi-part story I should be working on but I had this idea and I really started rushing to finish it after Time Police came out*

Pariring: Laljin with mentioned past Sjips

ANGST AND SADNESS

I stare out the window of the Magic Police headquarters, smiling faintly at Duncan, who is walking back from his blood magic cave.

Trying to push away the thought of what is to come, I smile and think about all the good things we’ve done here.

The Harry Potter song plays, and before long Duncan appears. “Hey Sjin.”

“Hey Dunc, how’s blood magic coming?”

He shrugs, taking off his robes. “Eh, pretty good I guess. Finding animals though is bloody annoying!”

“Yea,” I watch him hang his robes up next to mine. “I could go back to that dungeon we found and send more monsters back for you.”

“Could do. I wanna go and /do/ something though, Sjin. Lets go catch some crims!”

He sits down on the edge of the bed, his back to me. I lay with my feet out in front of me. “Mm, you could arrest me,” I say, making my voice low and seductive.

"We've done that before. Remember how much fun we had arresting that guy who looked like me?" I nod, even though he can't see that, remembering the mind-blowing sex that followed. "I wanna go do that again."

I nod again, unsure of how to proceed. "What about the Tri-Wizard tournament?"

"That's going to take bloody ages to set up! Let's just go arrest that purple girl - whatever her name is."

"Kim?"

"Yeah, her. I doubt anyone will care."

I'm quiet for a moment, trying to think of an excuse. "Yeah, but where would she go? If your mum and Voldemort were able to escape, eventually she will too."

He groans and falls back onto me, both of us shifting slightly to accommodate each other. "There has to be someone we can arrest. I'm sick of sitting here."

I brush the hair off his forehead, looking into his blue gray eyes. "Are you saying you're getting bored of me?" I say it as a joke, a light smile on my face, but it doesn't come out as light as I would have liked.

"Of course not! It's just, when you're not here it gets boring pretty damn fast."

I lean down and press a kiss to his forehead. "I know, I'm sorry." I continue to play with Duncan's hair. "Maybe we can go pay everyone a visit in a few days. We can put them in the regular cells and make sure they stay in there long enough to do the  time."

His eyes light up like a child's on christmas morning. "Really?" I nod, chuckling when he pulls my head down into a sloppy kiss that I gladly return.

He moves to sit up, his lips never leaving mine as he straddles me. I trail my hands down his sides, his hands tangling in my hair.

We pull back, breathless, and he leans his forehead against mine. We smile at each other, my grip on his waist tightening as I kiss him once more before nuzzling the crook of his neck. He hums contently, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I try to blink the tears that spring to my eyes away, pulling Duncan impossibly closer.

The days seem to fly by, Duncan running around to make sure we are well prepared to go up against the various magical rule breakers.

Duncan’s excitement and eagerness for what’s to come follows us into the bedroom, an experience that reminds me of my time with Sips before we called it off.

It’s quite enjoyable, Duncan falling asleep almost immediately after, myself not far behind. But after it’s over and he’s asleep, I can’t help but think about how confused and disappointed when I tell him everyone has left... How it’s just us.

On the morning of the third day I wake up to Duncan shaking me. “Come on, get up! Let’s go bust some crims!”

I look around our slightly cluttered bedroom, trying to wake up. Duncan sits on top of me, his knees either side of my waist. “What time is it?”

“That’s not important. Get up! We have a big day ahead of us.”

“I can’t really get up.”

“What? Why not?”

I wiggle. “You’re kind of on top of me.”

He scrambles off, muttering an apology. I push the covers off, swinging my feet around to rest on the blue carpet either side of our beds.

Duncan throws my robes at me, disappearing down the ladder before I have time to protest.

I dress slowly, watching Duncan practice different spells on the statues out front.

When I go outside he smiles, casting his flying spell on himself. “Let’s go, slow poke!”

I cast the same spell and jump into the air, trying to catch up to him.

We decide to go to Kim’s place first, the whole way Duncan talks about how epic this is going to be.

Flux Buddies’ base is all but nonexistent, where Pandalabs used to be now just a crater in the ground. We explore the surrounding area, Hatfilms base gone as well, the only thing remaining is the obsidian that surrounded their shack.

We don’t spend more time than is necessary there, the whole area still smoldering. Hannah and Nilesy’s place is next, their place empty as well. I try to stay optimistic, saying that maybe they just went exploring or something, even though I know they left quite a while ago.

He doesn’t say anything, Hannah’s owl and Nilesy’s cat sitting patiently, waiting for their owners that will never return.

“We could-”

“Sjin- we both know this was a joke. From the moment we started this, we knew it would end like this. Us screwing around, after a while quite literally, doing pretty much nothing. Yea, we locked up that doppelganger, but we never /did/ anything with him. We went to SipsCo and pretty much walked around aimlessly for a while. I mean, we never did look into Oberon or Sips’ disappearance, Lewis’ supposed death.”

I don’t say anything, flying quietly beside him.

When we return to Magic Police Duncan walks off, slamming the door to his blood magic area. I cringe, setting my robes down on the chest outside the farm and walking into the chilli field.

I sit down in the middle of the field, my jeans already dirty from previous trips into the farm. I put my face in my hands and cry, knowing Ridge or Kirin is going to be coming in a day or so to bring me to the new server, knowing this won’t survive.

This. Magic Police Headquarters.

This. The hours I spent building Azkabang.

This. Everything we’ve worked towards.

This. Duncan.

This. /My/ Duncan.

/’You still have your memories. It’s not that bad.’/

Some of the bigger and more important things survive, coming with us to the new server. It took a bit of convincing to get Ridge to bring SipsCo over to this server. Not that it mattered. We never went back there. As soon as we were in the new world, he was off. A few months later word spread that he was starting up a new dirt factory with Turps. Not long after that Lewis came to me and said he was working for Sips. I didn’t care, it wasn’t like there was anything between us. Not like he came to me and said we were going to make a dirt factory that produced the highest quality of dirt in all of Minecraftia if it was the last thing we do.It’s not like we made a promise to stay together, no matter what.

Ridge came by early the next morning. Duncan spent the night in his blood cave. I told him I didn’t want to say goodbye. I didn’t want to see the look on Duncan’s face when he found out he going to be the last one on this server, left alone forever in a world with no explanation.

I leave, not once looking back.