Carmen Sandiego Oneshots

RedCrackle-- Rain, Part I

So I got another request from Totes_Redcrackle (thanks for it!)

Hi ! 

Hey I have another request 

How 'bout some redcrackle comedy ??? 

Like after Carmen took down VILE and all that and after carmen and gray met up again and- 

ye u got it ig 

and in the mid sus compliments maybe

@Totes_Redcrackle 

sorry if it was kind of angsty but the ending turns slightly more comedic. And apologies for the wait.

Also a finale fix-it because I decided to try one.

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GRAY'S POV

When you love someone, how does it feel like?

I wonder to myself as I take a sip of my steaming cappuccino. It's been three months since V.I.L.E was put behind bars. But it also means three months since I've heard from Carmen Sandiego. The last time I saw her was in that museum in Morocco, her last mission under the control of V.I.L.E, where she was plotted to steal the Eye Of Vishnu, and I was stunned by the crackle rod. 

The cafe's soundless save for the drip of beverages and the occasional footfalls of customers entering and leaving. The moonlight shining down illuminates the people's shadows, and even their eyes. Occasional gusts of wind lightly tingle my senses, and I use my one free hand to comb a hand through my hand.

I'm not sure what it is, but I've been dreaming of Carmen ever since the last heist. The one that got me in the hospital (which brings me to this point: to me, hospital food tastes bad). Like those dreams the two characters who realise they're in love with each other have in the bridging period before their final kissing scene at the end.

Am I... in love?

I shake my head furiously to clear my mind of that idea. Of course I'm not in love. Why would I be? Why would I be with the one person I tried to kill that fateful night on that train from Poitiers.

Stupid crackle rod.

Stupid mission.

Stupid V.I.L.E. 

The root of all the angst in my life. It used to be peaceful-- sunny days and rainy nights in Sydney, replaced with way-too-sunny times twenty-four-seven on an island nobody knew of. Not Wikipedia, not geographers, not ACME.

No one.

The song playing on my Airpods ends, and changes into--oh great, All Of Me by John Legend. Why did I choose to keep that song on my playlist anyway? *No offence to all his fans, I'm actually a fan of him but I'd make it canon that Graham doesn't seem to like this song but listened to it anyway because it reminds him of la femme rouge*

Earlier that day, I'd written a cheesy pick-up line and a message on a small strip of scrap paper: Are you an egg? Because I want to eggs-change numbers with you. Will you? Yes? Egg-celent. Anyway, jokes aside, here's my number: 3530 4039.

I actually intended to go on a flight to Argentina to give it to her. Slick and anonymous. But another part of me told me to give up on the idea, and so I did. What a waste. And I'd cried for hours that night.

Actually, I'd gotten a hold of her number from Chief and saved it to my contacts under the name 'LA Lambkins Ship Setting Sail To San Diego AKA Car Door (Car + men which means door in Chinese)', but I have neither texted her nor has she saved it to her contacts list, based on Chief. I guess that's what trauma does. Instead of 'diamonds are a girl's best friend', it should be 'trauma is Carmen's worst enemy'. That makes sense. A lot of sense.

--Timeskip: Back at Gray's apartment, super big, super dull too--

THIRD PERSON POV

The faint rustle of fabric can be heard as in the darkness provided by the blackout curtains, Gray takes off his shirt and changes into his pajamas (he got a custom-made red Carmen Sandiego top), throwing himself onto the bed with a thump. He sets his alarm to 9 a.m., simply allowing himself to sleep in for the weekend.

The next three hours are silent and storm-dark save for the occasional chirping of birds and the calls of grasshoppers, and the flash of the moon as clouds pass it by. It begins to rain, and soon it gets furious, its emotions pouring down from the innocent clouds like words out of a mouth.

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"God, it's so cold,"

And there is Carmen Sandiego as we know her, in her civilian attire, all drenched. She'd come to find Gray; to apologise and make amends, but fate turned and now she's soaked from head to toe, body shivering with chills that signify a strong urge for warmth. Her legs buckle.

Somehow, Coach Brunt managed to escape jail, and came to Sydney with the idea of kidnapping Gray just to draw Carmen out. Well, it did work, but it would be wrong to say that it didn't cause a huge fight in a dark alleyway, that left Carmen there for hours-beaten up and unable to move- until she woke up and the rain was already pouring. The only person she knows in this country is Gray, and that's why she's here.

Knock.

Knockknockknock.

"Who is it---oh?"

The door opens, revealing Gray in his pajamas, a jacket draped over his shoulders like a blanket, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and running a hand through his hair.

"CARMEN?!"

The girl in question shivers at the sound of her name, rubbing her arms with her hands, desperately hoping to find some warmth.

The man is shocked at what he's seeing. At 3 a.m.

The rain gets heavier.

"C...an I... co...me i...n?" Carmen can't even form full sentences, only managing to choke out meagre syllables; that's how disastrous the situation is. He can tell; it's so cold, her teeth are chattering; it's so rainy, her long auburn hair seems straighter than the usual curly, messy ball it is; it's so scary, that her eyes just divert away every few seconds.

As if on cue, Gray takes his jacket off, draping it over Carmen's shoulders, allowing her to rest the entirety of her body weight on him as he guides her to the guest room in his house. Leaving her with a new set of dry clothes, he closes the door, letting her change.

a cliffhanger muahaha

well baby we got a tri or duo logy in the mix