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120_minutenFandom: original - WRATH
Rating: P12
Team: Greif
Prompt: Angst - gute Miene zum bösen Spiel - für mich
Warnungen: none, i think?
Länge: 1044
Zeit: 60
Keep your head down and don’t tell anyone what you know.
That had been Reyhan’s mantra for years and years and it had always done her well.
1.
Back then, when things had sparked between Rin and Diego.
It was subtle at first, almost unnoticeable. It was the way the energy changed when they entered a room together. The subtle gazes meeting each other’s and lingering for a moment too long. The softness neither had portrayed before, but only regarding each other.
Rin had a way of keeping Diego in check, of calming him down when the rage took over. And Diego made Rin get out of his shell and live a little instead of just standing back and observing. They were different when they were together, but only ever-so-slightly.
Reyhan was sure that nobody but her had noticed, and she never talked to anyone about it, but it was all there, all in her notes and her memories.
She had never seen Rin so happy again.
2.
The Race that had changed everything.
From one day to another, there was this coldness between Rin and Diego. Spikes between them when they talked. Coldness. Almost as unnoticeable as the love. They really were great at hiding it - their emotions, their struggles, their view of each other.
A car didn’t just explode into a fireball from nothing - Ben, their mechanic back then, had explained that it likely had been sabotage of the fuel line, loosening over time and dripping fuel onto hot engine parts. She still heard Ben’s voice: Surely was someone who knows a great deal about cars. Must’ve been sabotage.
Putting 1 and 1 together wasn’t too hard after that.
The official version was that Diego had worked with another crew behind all of their backs, slipping intel and technical details and getting payed for it - a classic low-stakes betrayal story. A win-win situation for both of them: Rin got Diego out of his sight by kicking him out of the crew, and Diego wouldn’t spend the rest of his life behind bars because nobody suspected him.
Reyhan’s notebook from back then was red with flames drawn on the cover. The notebook was there before the accident, but she couldn’t bring herself to finish it afterwards.
3.
The first time Rin had thrown his principle overboard.
Another subtle change in his everyday expression, even harder to notice than the first ones. He was slowly but surely building a wall around himself and it was getting harder and harder to read him, but she still succeeded.
And then, just weeks after he had been thrown out, Diego was back.
Rin had held a poll within the crew, and everyone had voted in favor. Including Reyhan. Head down, don’t tell anyone what you know. The official reason why he had been kicked out was almost nothing, after all. Some intel, some engine part information - none of that really mattered.
Rin got better after that. Slightly, but she noticed. It must have torn him apart to choose between Diego and the Crew, but he also was a man of principle, usually. Whatever Diego and he had, it must have been something very special. And now, he had Diego around every day to remind him of the best and the worst, day after day.
Anyone would have a hard time dealing with that.
4.
The reason he had taken in Yuliya.
From the moment Rin had introduced her to the group, Reyhan knew.
She was Diego. Diego was her. Not literally, of course, but she knew what Rin saw in her. She was the good times he used to have with Diego. She was everything Diego was before the accident. Amazing behind the wheel, tactical, aggressive, fast. Intense.
10 years younger than Diego.
A ticking time bomb.
That had been the first time Reyhan had considered opening up. To Rin, to Yuliya, maybe to Wires, their new mechanic. Anyone. To tell them what she saw. To tell them to keep an eye on Yuliya, to help her control her anger, her urges, to help her not make the same mistakes Diego already made.
Ultimately, she kept silent. Diego and Yuliya became friends faster than anyone else, and she hoped Diego was self-aware enough to be able to keep her sane.
And it worked. For a very long time, it worked very well. Until it didn’t.
5.
The almost perfect mirror image.
The look in Rin’s eyes. The walls he put up. The emotions that were bottled up so well that not even Rin himself felt them anymore.
Diego was dead, and it was all the same as 12 years prior.
She knew what was going on inside of Rin: He had lost someone dear to him. A person was dead, and it was Diego’s fault. Didn’t matter that this time the victim was Diego himself.
The silence, the nights spent at his desk rewatching the footage. The brooding.
Until there was something different. Something she hadn’t noticed in Rin before. Was it Anger? Fear? She wasn’t sure Rin himself knew.
Until the day Yuliya’s car burned out and the look in Rin’s eyes was the one she knew a little too well. The anger, the fear, the pure, unfiltered rage.
The little polaroid photo had been sitting in her unfinished flame notebook for a decade now, but she hadn’t ever forgotten about it. Diego with the cigarette in his mouth, the lit match, the car in the background. She had picked it up from the garage floor one day, not knowing how it had gotten there, but she just knew that it must have been Rin who had taken it. And right now, it was just what she needed.
Maybe it was the way to snap Rin out of his state of mind. To show him who he was becoming. To remind him of his principles, his life, his love.
People had to make their own mistakes, that she was sure of. But people like Rin would destroy themselves trying to save others, and people like Yuliya would find a way to get what they wanted, no matter the cost.
Sooner or later, Yuliya would get her revenge, one way or another. Diego did, too, after all.
Rating: P12
Team: Greif
Prompt: Angst - gute Miene zum bösen Spiel - für mich
Warnungen: none, i think?
Länge: 1044
Zeit: 60
Keep your head down and don’t tell anyone what you know.
That had been Reyhan’s mantra for years and years and it had always done her well.
1.
Back then, when things had sparked between Rin and Diego.
It was subtle at first, almost unnoticeable. It was the way the energy changed when they entered a room together. The subtle gazes meeting each other’s and lingering for a moment too long. The softness neither had portrayed before, but only regarding each other.
Rin had a way of keeping Diego in check, of calming him down when the rage took over. And Diego made Rin get out of his shell and live a little instead of just standing back and observing. They were different when they were together, but only ever-so-slightly.
Reyhan was sure that nobody but her had noticed, and she never talked to anyone about it, but it was all there, all in her notes and her memories.
She had never seen Rin so happy again.
2.
The Race that had changed everything.
From one day to another, there was this coldness between Rin and Diego. Spikes between them when they talked. Coldness. Almost as unnoticeable as the love. They really were great at hiding it - their emotions, their struggles, their view of each other.
A car didn’t just explode into a fireball from nothing - Ben, their mechanic back then, had explained that it likely had been sabotage of the fuel line, loosening over time and dripping fuel onto hot engine parts. She still heard Ben’s voice: Surely was someone who knows a great deal about cars. Must’ve been sabotage.
Putting 1 and 1 together wasn’t too hard after that.
The official version was that Diego had worked with another crew behind all of their backs, slipping intel and technical details and getting payed for it - a classic low-stakes betrayal story. A win-win situation for both of them: Rin got Diego out of his sight by kicking him out of the crew, and Diego wouldn’t spend the rest of his life behind bars because nobody suspected him.
Reyhan’s notebook from back then was red with flames drawn on the cover. The notebook was there before the accident, but she couldn’t bring herself to finish it afterwards.
3.
The first time Rin had thrown his principle overboard.
Another subtle change in his everyday expression, even harder to notice than the first ones. He was slowly but surely building a wall around himself and it was getting harder and harder to read him, but she still succeeded.
And then, just weeks after he had been thrown out, Diego was back.
Rin had held a poll within the crew, and everyone had voted in favor. Including Reyhan. Head down, don’t tell anyone what you know. The official reason why he had been kicked out was almost nothing, after all. Some intel, some engine part information - none of that really mattered.
Rin got better after that. Slightly, but she noticed. It must have torn him apart to choose between Diego and the Crew, but he also was a man of principle, usually. Whatever Diego and he had, it must have been something very special. And now, he had Diego around every day to remind him of the best and the worst, day after day.
Anyone would have a hard time dealing with that.
4.
The reason he had taken in Yuliya.
From the moment Rin had introduced her to the group, Reyhan knew.
She was Diego. Diego was her. Not literally, of course, but she knew what Rin saw in her. She was the good times he used to have with Diego. She was everything Diego was before the accident. Amazing behind the wheel, tactical, aggressive, fast. Intense.
10 years younger than Diego.
A ticking time bomb.
That had been the first time Reyhan had considered opening up. To Rin, to Yuliya, maybe to Wires, their new mechanic. Anyone. To tell them what she saw. To tell them to keep an eye on Yuliya, to help her control her anger, her urges, to help her not make the same mistakes Diego already made.
Ultimately, she kept silent. Diego and Yuliya became friends faster than anyone else, and she hoped Diego was self-aware enough to be able to keep her sane.
And it worked. For a very long time, it worked very well. Until it didn’t.
5.
The almost perfect mirror image.
The look in Rin’s eyes. The walls he put up. The emotions that were bottled up so well that not even Rin himself felt them anymore.
Diego was dead, and it was all the same as 12 years prior.
She knew what was going on inside of Rin: He had lost someone dear to him. A person was dead, and it was Diego’s fault. Didn’t matter that this time the victim was Diego himself.
The silence, the nights spent at his desk rewatching the footage. The brooding.
Until there was something different. Something she hadn’t noticed in Rin before. Was it Anger? Fear? She wasn’t sure Rin himself knew.
Until the day Yuliya’s car burned out and the look in Rin’s eyes was the one she knew a little too well. The anger, the fear, the pure, unfiltered rage.
The little polaroid photo had been sitting in her unfinished flame notebook for a decade now, but she hadn’t ever forgotten about it. Diego with the cigarette in his mouth, the lit match, the car in the background. She had picked it up from the garage floor one day, not knowing how it had gotten there, but she just knew that it must have been Rin who had taken it. And right now, it was just what she needed.
Maybe it was the way to snap Rin out of his state of mind. To show him who he was becoming. To remind him of his principles, his life, his love.
People had to make their own mistakes, that she was sure of. But people like Rin would destroy themselves trying to save others, and people like Yuliya would find a way to get what they wanted, no matter the cost.
Sooner or later, Yuliya would get her revenge, one way or another. Diego did, too, after all.