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[helpdesk_hero]

There's Just No Helping Ninjas


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[helpdesk_hero]

For a moment David freezes. He... isn't resilient. Not... in the ways HE thinks matters. He's died now, twice. And in the process hurt the people he loves.

"I'm just lucky, Jean-Paul."

[speed_of_snark]

"Hey."

Jean-Paul takes David gently by the shoulders. "It's never just luck."

[helpdesk_hero]

“You think there is no luck involved in being so fortunate as to have a mutant that can bring people back from the dead on speed dial?”

Because he thinks that is luck.

[speed_of_snark]

Jean-Paul flaps a hand at him. "Stop selling yourself short, that's all I'm saying."

[helpdesk_hero]

"Ah, but who will buy me high? Present company excluded."

[speed_of_snark]

"Sassy bitch." He's smiling as he says it, though.

[helpdesk_hero]

"I'd say the sassiest, but you're also here," David snarks back as he returns his attention to the cooking.

[speed_of_snark]

"Mm."

Lacking anything productive to do, Jean-Paul contents himself with watching David's ass.

[helpdesk_hero]

It takes some time, but soon enough David's sweeping the requested dinner out and serving it onto plates.

"Dinner then flying?"

Gifts can wait indefinitely.

[speed_of_snark]

"You read my mind."

Now also seems the time to pop the champagne and pour two glasses. Seated across from David, he raises his.

"To another year? To love."

[helpdesk_hero]

“To love,” David agrees, his voice soft as he takes his own and raises it, smiling.

“I have a vast wealth of it for you.”

[speed_of_snark]

"You're really poetic," Jean-Paul chuckles before clinking his glass against David's and drinking.

The food is, of course, devoured promptly and with rave reviews. Conversation manages not to get tangled in the remnants of the night's argument, and soon enough Jean-Paul is leaning back in his seat and sighing.

"David. You're perfect."

[helpdesk_hero]

“Keep buttering me up like that and I might think I’m the next thing getting cooked,” he teases as he enjoys the final sip of champagne. Dessert, he has already decided, can and will wait. “But yeah. You’ve... been beyond perfect for me. I still can’t figure out why life has chosen to be so good to me but... well, there you go.”

[speed_of_snark]

Jean-Paul shakes is head. "Life didn't give us shit. WE made this. We chose to be together, even when shit happens."

He stands, grinning. "Come on. Let's fly."

[helpdesk_hero]

Well, that was true. And loves the look of that, the way it's being argued. He smiles and stands, moving to fetch a coat. He isn't Canadian. He can get cold. Even Chicago born he respects the chill. When he's done he goes to Jean-Paul and smiles.

"Show me the skies, my love."

[speed_of_snark]

To be fair, Jean-Paul is more resilient than normal Canadians. Grinning, he opens the patio door and steps out. As high as they are already, the city lays like broken glass reflecting lights below them. He gathers David into his arms and starts a slow ascent into the air.

[helpdesk_hero]

Forgive him if he trusts Jean-Paul and wraps his arms around his lover to keep him safe. Just... as backup. And as they go higher he gasps in shock.

“It’s beautiful.”

[speed_of_snark]

Laughing, Jean-Paul takes them higher still. He stays mindful of the altitude, not wanting to make it hard for David to breathe.

"Is it what you wanted?"

[helpdesk_hero]

"Yeah, it is. Sharing this view with you? It's... amazing."

He shifts just enough to kiss Jean-Paul.

[speed_of_snark]

He kisses back joyfully, holding David tight. "Je t'aime," he says when their lips part.

[helpdesk_hero]

"And I you," David whispers back, smiling up to look into his partner's eyes. "You are a greater wonder than I can ever imagine."

[speed_of_snark]

There's nothing else he can say that will convey his feelings better than another kiss, alone with David high above the world.

[helpdesk_hero]

There is probably something in the world that is more romantic than this. David literally cannot imagine it. All he can even think about is the feel of those lips on his and how he never wants the kiss to end.