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Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 03:07 am (UTC)(link)"Hold 'em up for size," he said, pushing the clothes towards her. "Dresses and shirts. Maybe they'll be useful."
There were a few items in the bundle he'd given her, NCR dress uniform shirts with the collars rubbed thin, simple yardwork shirts cut for a man with strong shoulders, and dresses that billowed in great shapeless waves of cotton. He reached over and rubbed his thumb along the collar of a particular dress, and she resisted the impulse to pat his hand. Instead she took the dress and rubbed the fabric between her fingers, holding it to her neck and letting it drop over the curve of her belly.
The fabric was marked with yellow stains from years left folded and forgotten in his wardrobe. Boone had given it a good scrubbing and airing though, the cotton still damp to the touch and scented with Abraxo. It was cut in a style that hadn't been popular for the well-to-do expecting women in NCR City for the past decade, the front embroidered with flowers and cursed with a collar that buttoned high on the neck. It was hideous in every way, large as a tent and about as fetching, and from the look on his face Boone knew it as well.
"She never much liked it," he said by way of conversation. "Said it itched her neck."
"I bet you bought this," Six said, smoothing the fabric and smiling at him. "Bet you got dazzled by one of the rag traders and their ritzy city fashion and picked it out yourself."
"Yeah," said Boone, and he almost smiled back. "Not much out there for a woman as broad as a barn."
"You've got some cheek." She folded it and set it back on the pile, avoiding the urge to grab him by the chin and inspect him like a recalcitrant child. Hell, as if he needed Courier herself to double-check his motives and make sure he wasn't making a mistake. She never gave him enough credit back then, and old habits died hard. "I can fix you up with some caps tomorrow."
"Don't bother. They're old rags, but better all of her clothes get some wear."
"Mhmm." Six silently debated over how best to articulate her thoughts, that you might need these some day. "I'll look after them."
"Hell, cut 'em into spare cloth for all I care. They're yours now." His voice was soft despite the veneer of bluster and bravado.
"Rubbish. I'll wear 'em until I pop, then there's a handful of ladies who'll all be showing by the time I'm done with Carla's clothes." Six grinned at him and decided to pat his hand anyway. "By my reckoning you've just clothed half the women of Novac. Think any of them will name their babies in your honour?"
"Now you're dribbling brahminshit," he said, and tipped his glass up to chase the last dregs of rum. "Change the subject."
"Fine," she said, and put her feet up on Isaiah's chair. Her ankles ached after a day standing behind that motel counter, swollen and sore and aching. Only a month to go, then she figured she'd be too busy keeping a squalling baby happy to worry about her feet. She pointed her toes and took her mug of cold tea in her hands, and gave Craig Boone a warm smile. "So tell me what you've been up to all these years, Craig. I want to know how you've been."
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Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)Craig Boone left Novac a week or two later. He shook Isaiah's hand and pecked Six on the cheek, and said he'd be back in a month or two when the water caravans passed back through the Mojave Outpost. A couple of months passed, then more and more; the seasons going from cool to warm and cool again without Boone ever making good on his promise to drop by again.
Six hoped Boone'd settled somewhere and found himself someone who made his eyes light up and made him forget all about Novac and the memories he kept locked up there. A foolish and romantic hope, but it was more of a comfort than the thought that Craig died somewhere lonesome and distant, the victim of an ambush or his own foolishness or worse.
When his rent finally ran out, Isaiah packed up Craig's few belongings and carefully scratched off the name BOONE from the key to room 6A. He filled an old suitcase with Boone's few clothes and books and a few faded pictures of a pretty woman with big dark eyes and a crooked smile, and stored it under their daughter's bed. Just in case, he said, and took Six's hand and kissed her knuckles. Maybe he'd come back for them one day.
Re: Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 08:25 am (UTC)(link)What a beautiful story :_)
Re: Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 09:48 am (UTC)(link)I love this and I love you.
Re: Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 10:01 am (UTC)(link)So painfully beautiful, a!a. Yet it hurts so good.
Re: Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 02:01 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for posting, A!A. It's just great.
A!A
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 04:17 am (UTC)(link)Re: Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 12:57 am (UTC)(link)Re: Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2014-01-24 05:27 am (UTC)(link)This is a lovely story, A!A. If you have any other fills floating around the meme I'd love to read them.
Re: Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 08:18 am (UTC)(link)