Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Timing: The Cosmic Turnabout/Between DD and SoJ
Type of oneshot: Fluff
Reader's Age: 23
Reader's Occupation: Not applicable to oneshot
Reader's Relations: Apollo's lil sis by a year
Warnings: Sadness from Reader-Chan, Spoilers for The Cosmic Turnabout, mentions of depression
Other notes: None that I can think of.
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I curled up in a ball on one of the sofas in the agency, sobbing my eyes out. I'd just been informed that my boyfriend had been stabbed and that there was a 99.9% chance that he'd die. At that moment, I didn't care about being strong or anything, I just wanted to let my emotions out, and it was made even worse when Apollo, my literal rock for my whole life, decided to just up and leave the agency, claiming he wanted to solve the case on his own. This now meant that I had no one who understood my grief and that I could just let out all my emotions to. Which is why I ended up on the sofa, hugging a small plushie of Trucy that had been made as part of the merch for her new show, and balling my eyes out. Where was the rest of the agency? Well, Mr Wright was at the Space Centre investigating with Pearl, Apollo had left, Athena was in the detention centre, and Trucy had been kidnapped and was being held hostage by Prosecutor Blackquill's sister. So I was alone. Which I was kind of glad about because I didn't want to talk to anyone.
"(Y/n)?"
I froze up at hearing Mr Wright's voice and desperately tried to cover up the fact I'd been crying, "Oh, hello, Mr Wright! How is the investigation going?"
"Don't try to change the subject, (Y/n)."
"There was no subject to begin with, Mr Wright. So, I'm not changing it, I'm just making conversation, that's all."
He sighed and sat down on the sofa next to me, "You know, (Y/n). You're not alone with this. Everyone in the agency has gone through tough times to. Trucy had to deal with her biological father, who she probably looked up to a lot, disappearing and leaving her, she doesn't know her mother still. Then Athena has had the UR-1 incident, which is connected to the case we're trying to solve now."
"W-what about you then?"
"My ex-girlfriend literally tried to kill me, and I was completely head over heels for her."
"Oh... Well I want you to see this from my pov; both my parents are dead, my boyfriend since middle school just got murdered, and my brother is too caught up in his own thoughts to even understand what I'm going through! I had a deeper connection to Clay than he ever would have done, and yet he's the one that has Clay's jacket and has abandoned the agency 'taking a leave of absence'!" Apollo and Clay would never have become friends if I hadn't introduced them after I started dating Clay!" I collapsed back into my ball and started to play with the ring on my finger, "Why did it have to be him? Clay did nothing to deserve being killed. We had our future all planned out, and we were supposed to get married near the Space Centre next February. Why? Just why?" I felt myself being encased in a hug, "I know, (Y/n). But think about it, Clay wouldn't want you to be sad. He'd want you to find a new love to do what the two of you never got the chance to do together."
"Y-you're right, Mr Wright, but it's hard. It's hard just to forget those 8 years of loving him. It's hard."
"I know, it'll take time, but just remember that fact. Don't forget the memories you made with Clay, but make more with someone else."
I smiled and nodded, wiping my tears before giving Mr Wright a hug, "You know, you're really good at giving advice, thank you, Mr Wright."
--------------TWO MONTHS LATER
I sighed as I sat on a hill that was overlooking the Space Centre. Since Clay was murdered, I'd developed depression and I came to the hill every day as just escaping my thoughts brought me out of the 'trying to kill myself' phase that happened every day. However this time, I was surprised to feel hands on my shoulders, "Boo!"
"Eek!" I squeaked. I knew it was Apollo because he'd been doing that every day when I came up here and I got mad at him, "Polly, that's not funny. You know what I'm going through right now and you know that's what Clay used to do, DON'T pretend to be him, you nearly had me fooled there before I remembered that my boyfriend was DEAD!"
However, the reply I got was not what I was expecting. What I was expecting was for him to chuckle and sit next to me. What I got was, "(Y/n), I'm not Apollo." I turned around and was surprised to see Clay standing there.
"This isn't a joke, right?"
"Nope, I'm really here. Not dead. It's really me."
I smiled widely and stood up, pouncing on him and kissing him, "Clay!!!! My Special Space Boi!!" I broke off and the two of us sat down on the grass. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed contently, "But, how? I thought you were dead."
"I was just in a coma, (Y/n), but I'm so glad I woke up. Y-you didn't move on, right?"
I kissed him again, "No. I could never, I love you too much, Clay."
------------------A FEW WEEKS LATER
"In that case, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!"
Before Clay had a chance to do anything, I had pounced on him and kissed him. I was so happy that I had him back in my life and got to call him mine for the rest of my life.
--------------------END OF ONESHOT
Done (: Special Space Boi needs more!
