Six moved to Novac in the fall of 2287. She'd finally had enough of the road and figured that it was time to stop wearing out the soles of her boots. Somewhere north of Zion she met a nice fella named Isaiah who made her heart thump and her belly flip. When he suggested it'd be nice to settle somewhere civilised, Six's thoughts turned to Novac.
By the time they moved in and turned the late Jeannie-May's house into a home fit to live in, she was five months along and starting to show. It was a wonderful moment to put two and two together and realise that she was carrying a baby. She'd never expected it to happen, not after years of scrambled cycles from bad food and bad water and a Rad-Away bag strapped to her arm. A surprise, but a wonderful surprise.
The seasons changed as the months ticked by. Six spent her days running the Novac motel with a hand resting on her belly, now plump and proud and full of baby. Isaiah cleaned up the yard and made the cabins habitable, and they made steady money housing the travellers who made their way along the broken spine of highway 95. It was a quiet and uncomplicated life they made together, and together they flourished in the small town.
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It was late afternoon when Boone walked into Novac, right when the sun dipped low on the horizon and gave way to the first touch of night chill in the air. He arrived at the back of a merchant's caravan, his boots tracking in the desert dust as he dropped his bags by the motel front counter and smacked the little brass bell with his palm.
He didn't recognise Six at first. To be fair she didn't recognise him either, not when he was all rangy and lean with months worth of wiry scruff on his chin and lines worn deep at the edge of his eyes. When he asked for the key to room 6A it was as if she'd heard a voice from the grave, and she damn near spilt her glass of water in surprise.
Boone looked at her, pushed his sunglasses above his brows and stared from her hair to her look of astonishment, and all the way down to where her pregnant belly pushed firm against the Dino Dee-lite front desk. He made to say something then stopped, instead opting to snatch his his keys from the scuffed counter top and mutter a terse goodnight. She saw neither hide nor hair of him for a full day.
Six thought about knocking on his door once or twice, just to say howdy and catch up, but thought better of it when she saw the blinds drawn tight and barely a chink of light seeping out from under the door. Always been a withdrawn one, that Boone. She left a lunch pail full of fry bread and warm salt beef at his door anyway and rapped once or twice before scurrying away as fast as the baby'd let her, feeling a bit foolish all the while. It was gone when she checked back after dinner.
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timeasmymeasure
Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 1/?
Date: 2013-03-03 03:05 am (UTC)By the time they moved in and turned the late Jeannie-May's house into a home fit to live in, she was five months along and starting to show. It was a wonderful moment to put two and two together and realise that she was carrying a baby. She'd never expected it to happen, not after years of scrambled cycles from bad food and bad water and a Rad-Away bag strapped to her arm. A surprise, but a wonderful surprise.
The seasons changed as the months ticked by. Six spent her days running the Novac motel with a hand resting on her belly, now plump and proud and full of baby. Isaiah cleaned up the yard and made the cabins habitable, and they made steady money housing the travellers who made their way along the broken spine of highway 95. It was a quiet and uncomplicated life they made together, and together they flourished in the small town.
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It was late afternoon when Boone walked into Novac, right when the sun dipped low on the horizon and gave way to the first touch of night chill in the air. He arrived at the back of a merchant's caravan, his boots tracking in the desert dust as he dropped his bags by the motel front counter and smacked the little brass bell with his palm.
He didn't recognise Six at first. To be fair she didn't recognise him either, not when he was all rangy and lean with months worth of wiry scruff on his chin and lines worn deep at the edge of his eyes. When he asked for the key to room 6A it was as if she'd heard a voice from the grave, and she damn near spilt her glass of water in surprise.
Boone looked at her, pushed his sunglasses above his brows and stared from her hair to her look of astonishment, and all the way down to where her pregnant belly pushed firm against the Dino Dee-lite front desk. He made to say something then stopped, instead opting to snatch his his keys from the scuffed counter top and mutter a terse goodnight. She saw neither hide nor hair of him for a full day.
Six thought about knocking on his door once or twice, just to say howdy and catch up, but thought better of it when she saw the blinds drawn tight and barely a chink of light seeping out from under the door. Always been a withdrawn one, that Boone. She left a lunch pail full of fry bread and warm salt beef at his door anyway and rapped once or twice before scurrying away as fast as the baby'd let her, feeling a bit foolish all the while. It was gone when she checked back after dinner.