Spoilers: All Season 2
Summary: Ten Marco/Diana drabbles based around the five senses. Half from Diana's POV, half from Marco's.
A/N: Betaread by Fanwoman.
Spoilers up to "The Fifth Page" and rather a dark topic - warning for canon character death mentioned.
The NTAC parking garage makes him think of Diana. It’s a subtle, yet complex smell dominated by damp, like a cavern, no doubt due to muddy shoes and tires caused by Seattle’s regular rain. Yet beneath the earthiness lay the acrid undertones of automobile oil and other technological odors, an intricate combination of natural and artificial.
And why does he have this strange association? He used to walk her to her car at the end of the day, when it was time to go home, but they would linger, discussing the latest thoughts on their current theory. But that isn't why. She used to take him there for private chats, like when she was worried about Maia's prediction that someone would get hurt. They spent quite some time going over that prediction, mostly Diana worrying, though he'd tried to comfort her. Their hug features prominently in that memory, but again, that's not why.
The parking garage is where Max Hudson died, where he'd found him with his brains splattered across the driver’s side window. Brady had been right behind him. They'd both heard the gunshot from the theory room, but neither had realized what it might mean. Brady had almost immediately turned away and run off to retch in the corner, leaving Marco standing there mute for a few minutes until he'd regained his wits and called security to deal with the situation. He'd felt guilty that the guy had died, because he'd wanted the good looking doctor as far away from Diana as possible, and now, in a way, he was. But Max couldn't help Maia and the others if he was dead.
When he walks into the parking garage, it's hard not to remember the sick feeling in his stomach that the smell brings back. He tries to remind himself of how everything turned out fine…for everyone else. It doesn't work so well until he thinks of Diana, of how he comforted her here. He imagines her being there for him, comforting him from this - a favour returned, of a warm embrace to prove life and happiness rather than the memories of death and terror. He imagines her wonderful mixture of scents - the coffee on her breath, the zesty shampoo in her hair and the flowery fabric softener in her clothes - overpowering everything that lurks in the damp. He can't forget yet, if he ever will, but he can make it go away if he concentrates. She’s the only one whose presence is powerful enough to drive off the darkness by merely evoking the thought of her.
Chapter 8 - Chapter 10