Whumpay Day Twenty-Eight: Touch Starvation

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Author's Note: Idk, I loved this scene so much I had to write something about it. xP And I triiiiied to make it fit the touch starved prompt, though I think I could've done muuuuuuch better on that front.

~ Rivana Rita

Maybe her brothers are fully grown now, but some things never change. Omega doesn't think she'll ever stop seeing shadows of their childhood, but that's fine as long as she gets to hold them.


Hemlock is gone, and they're finally free. Omega can breathe. She can't remember the last time she could.

Maybe she never has been. She's finally home and Hemlock is gone. She'll be safe now. Her brothers will finally, finally be safe.

Hunter and Crosshair are kneeling across from her.

Omega runs to them. There are so many things she could say. That she wants to say. They won. The mission's over. They're okay. She was so scared.

But they just look at her, eyes tired and empty, and Omega's eyes catch Crosshair's lowered blaster.

His hand.

It's –

Oh, stars.

Words fail her entirely.

Stars.

Crosshair's hand is gone it's gone it's – oh – she – what – when –

There are no words for this.

Omega throws her arms around his neck. He's tense and awkward under her touch, like he was on Pabu when she took his hand. She figures he hasn't been touched in so long but it's not as though Omega would know.

Hunter's beside her and Omega reaches for him, too, and they finally relax into her at once.

They're so big now.

They grew so much without her. So many years of time she lost in their lives.

Omega remembers when they were little. She remembers when she could hold them. Only bits and pieces, distant flashes, but she remembers. She remembers their weight in her arms. She remembers holding them.

Crosshair used to sleep on her.

He's so big now.

Years she missed. An entire lifetime.

She remembers holding his hand. The memories are distant and wispy, but it was small and warm and now gone forever.

(Like Tech.)

Hunter's hand is on her back.

Hutner's here. He means safe, and he always has. She remembers it when he was little, too. Omega remembers all of them. She remembers that she held him, too. He's changed and grown so much. They all have.

She remembers before they were born in distant fragmented memories. She remembers pressing her face to the glass of their tubes. She remembers watching them grow with an overwhelming awe. Omega remembers treasuring every moment. Maybe not as much as she should have – she should have remembered every moment of holding them, because they've changed and they're so big now.

She remembers seeing them go, all that time alone of wanting and dreaming, all of what was true right here. She remembers how desperately she'd wanted to get to hold them again, until that urge and need faded far away.

"You came back for me?"

Hunter's hand is on Crosshair's back, awkward and still holding his blaster, but he's still doing it and Omega knows they've finally made up, like Echo promised. They're safe and maybe not whole or happy but they'll figure this out, too. She knows they will.

Omega sinks into Hunter's arm, clinging to her now big little brothers.

If she could choose a life with them, a forever where they were together and small, a life with them by her side, where they were safe, she would.

She's safe here, safe in their arms and away from the world. Safe.

She's been alone so long. They all have, and finally, they won't have to be anymore.

She knows how it feels – there were years she wanted someone to hold her, and now she has them. Finally.

They need her, too, and she'll always be here to hold them, no matter how big they are. No matter how many years are gone.

Maybe she's made mistakes. Maybe they all have, maybe it was from her and maybe not, but she must've done everything right because her brothers are perfect in every way. Maybe things went down hard, maybe they nearly lost each other a thousand times over, maybe Crosshair did things they'll never forget, but in the end – they're still – them.

And she loves every piece of them, even the ones lost.

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