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-Has anyone ever told you…-he heard the sound of the cuffs before he registered the cold steel on his heated skin,-… that you’re under arrest?
Peter had never been caught so off guard since he became a professional thief, nothing went under his notice and especially not a pair of handcuffs. No matter how pretty the person before him was. He had been distracted now, though, and not just because of Juno’s ruggedly handsome appearance but because they had kissed.
He had traveled so far and met so many people, at this point he didn’t think his soulmate, if they ever existed, would ever find him. To be honest he had been quite sceptical about the whole ordeal. As sirens grew ouder in the background he smirked and looked back at the lady the universe had declared to be his perfect match.
-Oh, Juno! Usually not until the second date, but…
Juno had been surprised when they kissed but his mind kicked on quickly enough. Of course the universe would consider that the only person he deserved was a liar and a criminal.
He pushed all thoughts on stupid things like soulmates or destined people.
-I mean it, Glass. Or… whoever the hell you are.- He didn’t even know the man’s real name. He owed him, or the universe, nothing.
Peter, who prided himself on his lying couldn’t help but ask Juno just how he figured it out. A conversation that was equal parts report and flirting ensued.
Once they were done Juno couldn’t stop himself from asking, -Who are you really?
Peter was a master thief, he had taken on so many identities that sometimes his actual name felt fake, -A name? Is that what you’re after, Detective? Oh, well, a name would make things simpler, of course. A signifier to your senses, a sound that means a smell, a feeling, a taste…
Juno didn’t have time for chatter, though, or the patience, -Just answer the damn question.
-But I’m afraid I don’t tell anyone my name. It would take someone very special for me to tell it now.
The lady arched a brow at him, clearly unwilling to voice what both of them were thinking.
-Well, I didn’t think you’d want to be special to me after all this,-he jiggled the cuffs meaningfully.
Juno nodded.-I guess it’s best for us both if we simply… forget any special things right now.
The sirens were now at the door. Against his better instincts Peter had to try one last thing before they parted.
-Unless… you don’t want that.
-What are you talking about, “Glass”?
Peter just went for it. If something came out of it then it could be a great thing, if the lady refused then he’d have lost nothing. With or without Juno, he’d be soon traveling the galaxy once more.
-It could be so simple. You can leave Hyperion City behind; I’ll leave my powerful friends behind. We’ll sell the Mask and live a life of thrills and decadence across the Galaxy, always running, never looking back. We could have quite a time together, Juno. Who knows what kind of trouble we could cause?
At that moment a world of possibilities opened up for Juno. He could see how easy it actually was, with his brain and Peter’s contacts they would be out of the planet before the next sunrise. They would be free to actually get to know each other and maybe explore this whole soulmate business. Maybe he could be happy like that.
As soon as the thought appeared Juno shot it down. That’d be a terrible idea. Leaving Hyperion city would mean leaving his job, which he was the best at, and living with another person… well, that didn’t help “keep the romance alive” last time, did it?
Two police officers come in and Juno is distracted from futile fantasies.
Before they escorted him out Peter looked over his shoulder towards his detective (for no matter what they agreed on, he was still his)
-It could be quite an adventure.
Juno said nothing as he looked into his eyes, he couldn’t do it and Peter knew it.
-Well, then. Farewell, Juno. Until we meet again.
And he stood there, watching as his soulmate was led away from him with no resistance.
Some time later, when the smell of his cologne had been permanently etched in his brain, he found the note. There was no stopping him but he still tried.
That night he laid down on his bed, crumpled note in his hand and a name on his lips. Peter Nureyev
The next morning he stashed the note somewhere he wouldn’t have to look at it and decided to move on. He wasn’t expecting to get a soulmate at all after Ben was gone so having them run away wasn't’ the worst thing possible (just drove home the fact that a happy ending wasn’t something made for Juno Steel)