“Fiear,” she prompted quietly, slipping a hand over his forearm and taking backwards steps to the ship.

But he resisted her pull. “What other arrangements?” he demanded to know. “What does that mean?”

Desophyles just smiled and Leta tugged at his arm again. “Fiear, let’s go — “

This time, he relented, stepping backwards with her although his manic stare was still locked onto his old friend. “What the hell are you playing at…” he muttered quietly.

“Always a pleasure seeing you, Fiearius,” he called after them as they retreated. “Safe travels. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again soon. Real soon.”

Even from a distance, Leta could see the unsettling smirk that twisted his lips. But she pushed it out of her mind as she hurried downstairs to the infirmary and opened the prized, treasured med kit, to begin treatment at last.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Hours later and a system away, as she hovered nervously in the shadow of a building, Corra couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder, satisfying her paranoia that someone from the ship had followed her. Fiearius, maybe — after all, he’d be wildly horrified, furious if he knew —

But it seemed there were only two people in this dark alleyway, for better or worse.

At last, Dez broke the silence.

“This is it?” he murmured, turning the small black sphere over in his hand, admiring it in the dim light.

Corra’s eyes shot back to him, every inch of her wishing she was elsewhere. Fiearius was right: this man was completely unnerving. He was so — silent. And cold. Soulless as a statue. Every careful and calculated move he made gave her the distinct desire to bolt for her life. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

Not until she had a promise.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she assured him breathlessly, trying to sound more confident than she felt. “That’s a Caelum Lex. Last in existence.” Dez turned it over in his hand once more, cool and thoughtful.

Meanwhile, Corra was riddled with nerves and desperate to get back to the ship before anyone noticed she’d been gone. Gods, what would Leta say, if she knew she was making a deal with this man? But it was for a good reason. Fiearius’ plan to run never would have worked. And where would the Dionysian be without him? Corra didn’t have a choice. Surely Leta would understand —

“So we’re good, right?” she added quickly, and at last, Dez’s dark eyes flicked up to hers.

But he said nothing. She pretended that stare didn’t cut straight through her defenses. She pretended she didn’t feel the wave of paranoia that she wouldn’t be leaving here alive. She pretended she wasn’t more scared than she’d ever been. And she pressed on, “You let Fiear go, I gave you the Caelum Lex, that’s what you agreed to, right?”

Silence hovered between them. Corra could feel her panic starting to mount. Should she have ran? But just as her feet started to mobilize, he finally spoke.

“Yes,” was all he said. “It is.”

Corra nodded weakly and abruptly turned away to get the hell out of there. But on the edge of the alleyway, something made her turn back. Uncomfortably, she met his stare and said, “Just…leave the Dionysian alone, alright? Please. Just let us be…”

The dark eyes didn’t move, but something about them seemed to change. Was he smirking? Whatever it was, it made the skin on the back of her neck prickle, and she hurried away into the street, her heart still pounding.

“And I’m taking care of myself,” she breathed fiercely. “Alright? I just need the correct medication. It’s just only in Society hospitals because it’s such an aggressive treatment, no drug dealer can get their hands on it to just dole it out on street corners, unfortunately. And obviously strolling into a Society Intensive Care unit is — ” Before she could stem it, a tortured laugh escaped her. ” — tricky. They’re rather protective of their medication. Not even an option –”

“Sure it is,” Fiearius interrupted at once. He spoke so confidently it actually threw her for a moment. But only a moment.

“No, it’s isn’t. Of course it’s isn’t. Remember what happened last time we went near a Society planet? This ship was almost blown up, if you recall.”  Leta clapped her forehead where she felt a fever prickle dully behind her flesh. “Gods,  you’re insane — “

“No I’m not,” was his immediate response as he shrugged one shoulder. “I do lifts like this all the time. If that’s the only place you can get the stuff, I’ll just go get it.”

Leta was agape. “You,” she breathed, “are not going anywhere near a Society hospital. None of us are. I’ve been looking for ways to get the medicine off the black market — ”

Fiearius furrowed his brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Let me guess. Not going so well, is it?”

Leta faltered and fell briefly silent. It was even worse saying this all out loud. Especially to Fiearius. It was like being exposed, naked, right in front of him. Steadying her voice, she breathed, “It’s really risky to run with Society goods, no one wants to do it, and the people who do — they could sell me out  — ”

“Yeah,” Fiearius agreed shortly, still regarding her intently in that way that made her want to flee for the hallway or just punch him in the face. “I coulda told ya that. Ages ago.” His frown deepened. “I mean, if I knew.”

He was torturing her. Even when she was this close to death, he still enjoyed torturing her. For one awful moment, Leta felt the back of her eyes burn, but thank the gods she managed to laugh sourly, “Let me guess. You have an idea?”

Fiearius continued to glare at her, though the anger slowly started to fade into thoughtfulness. Finally, he answered with a careless shrug, “Yeah. I’ll just break into a hospital.”

Leta closed her eyes, an image of scolding. “Fiearius…. that’s impossible. You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he muttered distractedly before releasing a long sigh. It was a long time before he even moved again. He merely stood, still and silent and staring upwards. Until finally he took in a deep breath and his eyes clenched shut.

“I think…” he began slowly, still not looking at her. “I think I know someone who can get it for us.”

“Who?”

Fiearius eyed her a moment and sighed again. “An uh — old friend,” he replied at last and seemed to want to leave it at that. But Leta just continued to stare at him expectantly until finally he continued, “Look, if anyone can get it, it’s Dez.”

It was, quite possibly, the least assuring plan Fiearius had ever conjured. She could have sank to the floor in disbelief.

“Dez?” An actual laugh breathed from her lungs. “Your old ‘friend’? The guy who has been hunting you? The last time we ran into Dez, I believe you made us flee for our lives –“

Fiearius rolled his eyes again and snapped, “Yeah I’m aware of that, thanks, but what other choice do we have? You’re right, I can’t go to the hospital to get it myself, there’s nobody who’s gonna risk dealing Society drugs especially not to Society fugitives and if they’re so uptight about keeping it locked up, we need someone who has that kinda access anyway or by the time it gets to us, it’ll be too late.” He took a deep breath and glanced seriously at the door. “Dez could get it and get it fast. Without issue. Dez is the only one. It has to be him.”

“No.” Leta’s voice, for the first time, was heavy with real worry. “No. We’re not going to him. Dez wants you dead, Fiear.”

“He doesn’t want me dead,” Fiearius corrected at once. “He just wants me returned to Satieri.” He paused. “And probably then dead. But it’s fine. At least I have something he wants at all. Leverage. It’s good.”

“Leverage?” Leta repeated in disbelief. “You don’t mean — you’re not going to turn yourself in, are you? Please, gods, tell me you aren’t that stupid — “

“Of course not,” he growled, an image of irritation. “I’ll just tell him I will. And then take the drugs and run.”

“He’ll see that coming.”

“Probably,” Fiearius admitted. “But it’s our only option, so I’m taking it.”

“Absolutely not,” said Leta, full of steel, “We’re not using Dez. We’ll find someone else to help  — anyone else — “

But Fiearius shook his head. “Ain’t no one else, kiddo. It’s Dez or death.” He cocked a brow at her in challenge and then turned to stride through the door. Over his shoulder, he added,  “And to hell if I’m just gonna stand here and watch you die.”

Twenty minutes and a mad sprint along the docks later, and Leta had never been happier to be inside the Dionysian’s rusted walls. Somehow, amazingly, they had all made it aboard, and the familiar warm rumble of the engine below had never sounded more beautiful: at last, they were taking off.

“I’m never,” Leta breathed weakly, her lungs still burning, “going back to Paraven. Ever. This is the worst planet in the entire span.” She sank against a wall of the crew deck, catching her breath. Corra sat on the floor at her feet  and Finn was sprawled over an armchair nearby.

“Never doubted us for a second,” he said proudly, sliding his hands behind his neck. “We’ve all gotten outta worse scrapes than that. And hey, we oughta have a drink to celebrate.”

“It’s barely noon,” said Leta.

“I’m still hungover from last night,” added Corra, dropping her forehead in her hand. “I can’t even believe that worked,” she muttered. “Who would have thought flashing just a drawn-on librera would let us walk right out of there so easily?”

“Powerful mark, that thing,” Finn mumbled, sinking into the chair. “Maybe I should get one.”

Corra shot him a nasty glare and said sweetly, “Maybe you should. Might be fun watching Fiear try to kill you. I’ve always wondered who’d win in a fight.”

“Me,” said Finn simply, raising his eyes toward her. “It’d be me.”

“So what happened with that girl who got us out?” Leta intervened, recalling her with a start and straightening up off the wall. “What was her name? Richelle, yeah? Did she end up coming aboard? I didn’t see her when we were taking off — “

“Yeah, she ran upstairs. Probably to Fiearius’ quarters.” Corra rolled her eyes. “After all the trouble she went through, cap’n didn’t really have a choice but to let her come along I guess.”

“I guess we do owe Richelle some thanks,” Leta had to admit, trying not to imagine Richelle anywhere near Fiearius’ bed, “With that disguise of hers, she’s the only reason w — “

But she never got the chance to finish. Just then, footsteps pounded down the hall and Fiearius appeared in the doorway of the crew deck. The look on his face was one of such darkness that even Finn and Corra went wide-eyed and immediately still.

But he wasn’t looking at either of them. His gaze narrowed on Leta as he stormed into the room and growled out, “When the hell were you going to tell me?”

Leta was, quite simply, blank with surprise. “What?” she breathed, sidestepping his affront. “What the hell are you talking about?”

But then she felt her heart grow cold with realization. It wasn’t possible that he — how did he know — he couldn’t have possibly known about her illness. She’d slipped up once and Finn knew, but no one else; she’d kept it close and didn’t breathe a word to Corra, to Cyrus, nor to Fiearius.

Because if she didn’t say it aloud, it wasn’t real.

Her expression must have softened with emotion because Fiearius gritted his teeth as he regarded her. “So it’s true then.”

Somehow, Leta managed to ignore the alarmed stares from Corra and Finn and steel her nerves. And with that, came her defenses. He was cornering her like a caged animal, and her anger sparked and ignited.

“I — we’re not talking about this here,” she breathed furiously, averting her eyes as she went to edge around him, but she didn’t get far: abruptly, apparently in agreement, Fiearius seized her forearm and turned to drag her down the hallway.

It was useless to strain against his hold, but Leta still fought his hard grip as he manhandled her all the way downstairs. He was taking them to the infirmary, she realized with a start, which was particularly insulting: not only was this an attack from a bully, but it was going to take place in her own backyard? The infirmary was her own godsdamn sanctuary. Fiearius certainly knew how to make a point.

And for that, she shot him a deathly glare and jerked her arm away once they’d made it inside. She circled away just as Fiearius slammed the door with a bang that filled the whole room.

“I’ll ask again then,” he began impatiently, his eyes coldly on her. He stepped into the now-silent room as she pressed her back against the counter. “When the hell were you gonna tell me?”

“Tell you what, exactly?” she spat. Her hands dug into the cold counter behind her. “What is it you think you know?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he remarked innocently, and then narrowed his glare, “maybe that you’ll be dead in a week?”

His words hit like a bullet in the chest and for a moment, she didn’t move. Six weeks, actually, replied the eerily calm voice in her mind, but all she said was, unclenching her throat, “I’ve got a little longer than a week. Lucky you.”

Her words hung in the air with a nasty sting that made Fiearius scoff in disbelief. “And how long have you been just not mentioning this? What, I’m not worth trusting with shit like this all of a sudden?”

“It’s not a matter of trusting you!” she cried, digging her hands into her hair. “I was going to tell you — when it made sense to. And I have plenty of reasons for not telling you. If you’d actually listen — “

Fiearius laughed, harsh and bitter. “Oh really? ‘Cause I can think of about thirty reasons you should have,” he barked as he halted in the center of the floor. Somehow his presence seemed to take up the whole room.

Swallowing hard in her throat, Leta paced a few steps before him. “I was stabbed in the fighting ring. Remember that?” she mused bitterly. “With a shoddy knife.” She crouched and yanked up the edge of her pantleg, exposing the seven-inch, thick scar that marred her calf. She could feel Fiearius staring at it, oddly, coldly silent, so she hurried on and stood up quickly, “It got infected. That’s why I’m sick. And that’s why I didn’t tell you. Because I was afraid you’d think it was your fault when it clearly isn’t,” she finished shortly.

Fiearius threw a hand in the air, instantly appalled. “Because I’d—what? Who the hell do you think I am? I don’t need you to fucking protect me.”

Leta ceased her pacing. “Look. I know you already blame yourself for Aiden’s death. This is the last thing you — “

Fiearius’ jaw unhinged. “Wait, what?” he demanded, incredulous and insulted; he looked ready to throw the nearest med cart across the room at the mention of Aiden’s name.