It started with target practice.
She had been standing there. Minding her own buisness. Taking aim at the almost comical drac dummy that Kobra and Party had made out of some old cardboard and what looked like the rusted front bumper of a car.
She held her gun steady, took aim, and-
She felt arms wrap around her, hold her close, align with hers and take hold of her hands.
"Relax," she heard Agent's soft voice in her ear, "just relax. You've got to if you plan on hitting that."
She blushed and he laughed.
It continued with him always tagging along with what she did. He always found a way to be there with her.
They would talk, and laugh, and once he even held her hand. Missile said it was love.
She was almost ready to agree with that.
Almost.
She was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them. Love wasn't possible in the Zones, enough people had proven that to her. Love couldn't last between Killjoys, not unless you were emotionally ready to deal with your significant other almost (or actually) dying in front of you.
The more sensible part of her told her that she was just a silly girl with a crush anyway, that Agent was nice and all, but he'd had a wonderful girlfriend who he'd seen die and (Diamond was almost positive) had been better than her in every way ever. For all she knew he pitied her. She was lonely, she needed someone, and he was the same way.
And, yeah, she had Ghoul, but lately he'd been more of an overprotective, concerned, big brother than ever. He had gotten very worried about her health and was always checking to make sure she was okay, especially after Drac fights. It had been sweet at first, but now it was getting annoying. She loved Ghoul, she loved all her Killjoy family, but she really just wanted some space. Not to be isolated in her room forever, just an hour or two to herself and her thoughts. And possibly Agent.
She knew Ghoul didn't like it when she hung out with Agent. She knew he thought Agent was hiding something, that he wasn't being totally honest about not knowing his past. But she couldn't think of anything that would make her hate Agent if she found out. Worst case cenario, his father had been a head of some branch of Better Living and was in deep with the company. So what? Agent had escaped, he'd become a Killjoy, he'd seen his friends die and lost his sister. Anyone who'd gone through that couldn't be too terrible.
Of course, the crap hit the fan at the worst possible time.
"Drac attacks and raids have been way up," Dr. Death said to his now quite large troupe of Killjoys. He'd called them into his broadcasting room for a quick meeting.
"You guys have gotta be careful," he continued, "I don't want Missile or Diamond out there alone-"
"Hey!" the two interrupted indignantly.
"-and I want the supply runs to be quick. Get out, get them, and come back. Don't pick fights and don't make easy targets. Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close-"
"And die with your mask on if you've got to," Kobra, Party, Jet and Ghoul parroted in unison, linking arms.
"Yeah. What they said," Dr. Death rolled his eyes but he was smiling.
"Let's go kick some Drac butt!" Kobra pumped his fist in the air.
"Last one to the Trans Am is a rotten egg!" Jet high-fived Party and the two Killjoys, along with Kobra, hurried out, grabbing masks and bandanas on their way.
"Ghoul," Party turned back, "You coming?"
"Yeah," Ghoul smiled wide, "Be there in a minute."
Party smiled back and hurried off, pulling down his mask from where it usually rested on the top of his head.
Ghoul looked and saw Missile, Diamond, and Agent talking as Dr. Death and Show Pony shuffled through records.
"Diamond," Ghoul called and she looked up, "you coming?"
Diamond's eyes flitted to Agent before she looked at Ghoul again.
"No," she said slowly, "I think I'll stay here."
Ghoul felt his smile grow a little more forced but said a quick, "Okay!" before turning and letting his face fall completely.
What was up with Diamond? She'd been so distant lately, never hanging out with him or anyone else but Agent for that matter. All he wanted to do was talk to her, see what was on her mind. That's what family did, right? Didn't she look up to him anymore? Or was she moving on from that whole thing already?
Did she know how badly he needed love?
