The phone rang again.
Yor picked it up. "Hello?" She answered. "Demetrius, it's for you." The phone held out to him disrupted Demetrius' studies and he stood, pushing the chair back. He welcomed the break to stretch his legs.
"Hello?"
"Demetrius?" Damian said. His voice alluded to no particular emotion that Demetrius instantly searched for.
"What's up?"
"Hey. . ." He greeted uneasily and Demetrius felt an uncomfortable conversation coming. For Damian at least. "Um. . .I need some advice. . ."
"Ok?" Demetrius said.
". . ." Damian was silent for a long moment.
"Damian?"
"Yeah. . .um. . .it's about Forger."
Dang it. ". . .okay. . .?" Demetrius said warily, scanning the apartment for her, but she was in her room.
"Um. . ." Damian hesitated again. "I don't know what to do."
"I'mma need some context." This was the problem with communicating over the phone. Reading Damian's mind would be so much easier. And faster.
"Mmm. . .something's wrong with her."
"Yeah?" Demetrius said. It was pretty obvious.
"She's being really weird and won't talk to anyone. I don't know what to do."
She wouldn't talk to Damian, is what Demetrius got from that. ". . .I see. . ." He answered. He didn't like where this was going.
"Do. . . do you know what's going on?" Damian asked.
"Yeah."
"You do?" He sounded surprised, though Demetrius had heard him guess it already.
"Yeah."
"Well. . .then can you tell me so I can fix it?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Not for me to say."
"Then tell me how to fix it."
"You can't."
"What do you mean I can't!?"
"You just can't. It's complicated."
"But—"
"Why does it bother you so much?"
More silence and Demetrius couldn't understand how Damian could be so caught up with this if he didn't know the answer.
"Were. . .friends. . ." Damian finally said and Demetrius sighed.
". . .right. . ." He answered and the phone lowered from his face as a hand rubbed at his eyes. He might not have accepted the phone call if he knew this would happen. He groaned, hating the solution that came to the fore-front of his mind. He just kept making mistake after mistake lately. He raised the phone again.
"Look. . .I'll. . ." He sighed, his nose twitching as his hand slowly clawed at the height of his throat, agitated. He was already regretting this. "I'll do what I can. . ."
"What?"
"If it means so much to you. . .I'll see what I can do." Demetrius braced a hand on the edge of the little table as if he had just shot himself. What was he doing?
". . .I thought you said it couldn't be fixed."
"I said you couldn't fix it."
". . .
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Hidden and Silent (SpyxFamily)
FanfictionSequel to Operation 007 --------- Anya is safe. Damian is safe. The Forgers are back together and they plan to keep it that way. They have fought hard for their family and no one was going to rip them apart ever again. Or so they hoped. Eliminating...
