Change Of View (049xReader)

The room was just as you remembered it with the exception of 049 not being were he was before. He was standing in the middle of the room, back facing the glass front, writing in that unreadable book of his. It was such a familiar sight that it made your heart twinge. Seeing him again arose a bunch of emotions. All uncertainty before vanished and you were convinced now, that this was the right choice. Your heart ached to be closer. To be near him, hear him talk in that velvet voice, look at you with those dark comforting eyes... 

"Come to talk again, Doctor?", he said, snapping you out of your daydream. You slowed down, something about his tone sounded very much like a warning. Oh how could you forget that incredibly voice of his. It did all kinds of things to your body.

"It's me!", you whisper-yelled across the room, lifting the visor to reveal your beaming face.

Warily that he was, 049 took a glance towards the glass, then back at you. He closed the book and put it god knows where along with the pen. It was hard not to jump at him this instant into a warm welcome. He was clearly suspicious of you, rightfully so in your attire,  and there was no chance in hell that you wanted to scare him off now with your giddiness.

"Why would (y/n) even be here?", he asked, clearly not convinced.

"To bust you out of here, of course!", you replied urgently and throwing up your hands. The clock was ticking after all.

"She wouldn't be this gullible."
His hand reached forward. You had seen that motion many times. He was warning you.

"Ouch that hurt." You put your hand on your heart dramatically. He hesitated once he noticed that you didn't flinch away at all. Instead he carefully took the helmet off your head, scrutinizing you closer.

"I have proof that I am me!", you rambled on. "Remember? I got shot!" You exclaimed way to excited and lifted your clothes slightly to expose the white gauze underneath. His gaze turned from wary to mild. As his hand inched closer, you stood still.

"Everyone can see that and come to that conclusion.", he chuckled lightly, fingers ghosting over the wound, being very careful about coming in contact with the damaged skin. You shuddered under his gentle touch.

A shaky breath left his lips. "This feels so real.", he muttered to himself quietly. The sadness made your heart ache. Why wouldn't it be? Did he seriously think you wouldn't come back for him? What has the foundation done to him?

He tensed up as your hand inched closer to his, but didn't apprehend you. Not even as you took it in both of yours. Entrusting him with your life. If he wanted to, he could end your life in an instant now.

"Because it is.", you said softly, looking up at him with a tender smile. He stared at your intertwined hands for a long moment before slowly adding his other hand to yours. Brushing over the knuckles with his thumbs then squeezing your palms as if to test if you would poof away. 

As you didn't he looked up sharply, straight into your eyes. The sudden movement made you jolt. "They forced you. They want something from you, right?"

You cringed at his conservative nature. "They tried and not exactly.", you stretched, hating to destroy the tender moment. "I denied..."

"It really is you.", he breathed. His hands cupped your cheek, stroking over the delicate skin. Your hopeful smile lit up the entire room, brightening the dull atmosphere of the sterile confinement chamber. You jumped straight into his arms, almost making him fall. He caught you and hugged back equally strong.

"You are here...", he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. He stroke your back and you buried your face into his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent, savoring every moment of the embrace. Taking every little detail in, how his arms encirlced your body tightly asnif afraid to loose you again. You couldn't be happier. You were finally reunited. He was safe and sound, not harmed. A dozen horror scenarios had painted itself inside your head on the way, luckily all proofed wrong.