A/N: HOLY SHIT, YO, TWO CHAPTERS IN HALF AN HOUR? I'M ON A ROLL, SON! But yeah. Really short. Unbeta'd. Rating goes up here because of language. Please review~


The first time that Hyperion asked Dexter Lestrade if he loved her, they were eleven years old. They had just finished watching an old episode of Doctor Who on Peri's laptop, and she turned to him and said,

"Do you love me, Dex?"

The boy blinked. He certainly hadn't been prepared for a question like that.

"Well 'course I do, Peri, you're my best mate!" That was the answer she was looking for, right? Right?

"No, not like that! You know how I mean." She pointed at the blank computer screen. "Do you love me how the Doctor loved Rose?"

"Like, love love?" Dexter shuddered. "No, god! I mean, like I said, you're my best mate, but I don't love anyone like that."


The second time Hyperion asked Dexter if he loved her, they were fifteen.

"How could she do this to me, Peri?" He had his head in the crook of her neck and her arms were wrapped around him.

"Dex, I know you don't really want to hear this, but Clarissa's cheated on every boyfriend she's had. It was inevitable." All she received was a sigh, and then they just sat there for a few minutes, silent.

"I'll never love another girl, I swear," He muttered. Peri smiled slightly, not enough for him to feel.

"But you love me, right?" Dexter pulled away and looked at her like she'd gone insane.

"'Course I do, you tosser! You're my sister!" Peri grinned, but there was sadness behind it.

"I knew you were going to say that."


The third time Hyperion asked Dexter if he loved her, they were seventeen, and it was on a very different occasion.

"Jesus FUCKING Christ, Peri! Will you snap the fuck out of this?" Peri looked up from her book and up at him like a deer in the headlights.

"What?" She asked weakly.

"You're acting like a sodding robot!"

"Dexter, please, I'm acting no diff—"

"Yes you are! You are acting like a completely different person! You're acting just like your father!"

"Hey, what's that supposed to m—"

"It means that you are a brilliant, lively person that is acting like a brilliant, emotionless robot."

Peri felt her throat constrict. "I don't get why you're freaking out about this…"

"Because you never used to act like this when it was just the two of us messing around! Jesus. I fucking love you, Peri, but—"

"You love me?"

The boy blinked. He certainly hadn't been prepared to let that slip.

"I—er—yeah, 'course. You're my sister." Peri smiled and turned back to her book. He could deny it all he wanted, but she knew he was lying. Now all there was to do was wait.