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You're the best that ever happened to me 3a/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-22 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)On their way to Freeside they were ambushed by a pair of fiends, and if Jimmy had needed any more proof of it that he had been sent an angel, he would have received it then, when Arcade resolutely pushed him behind his back, standing protectively before him as he fired his gun and turned one of the fiends coming for them into a sorry little puddle of green slime.
They entered the gate of Freeside shortly after that, further remaining unmolested. Jimmy stuck close to his angel, but none of the people looking at them made a move for them, no one knew he had been a slave and was on the run, and no one seemed to care about them one way or another.
Still, he was strangely relieved when the gates of the Fort closed behind him and his saviour said that he was safe now and looking up at the taller man, Jimmy felt close to tears again.
“Arcade!” Julie hurried over and smiled. “The last caravan had some books I bought, I’m sure they’re useful to you and your research.” Then she noticed Stella and Veronica and smiled at them, too. “I see you picked up another travelling companion, Stella.”
Stella laughed. “That’s not mine, Julie. Arcade picked that one up in Westside.”
Julie blinked a few times and looked at Arcade again who put a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. “It’s kind of a long story, Julie. But Jimmy here was a Legion slave, but after managing to escape ran out of luck, so I told him we could help him.”
“Sure”, Julie replied and gave Jimmy a warm, welcoming smile. “Where did you find him?”
“Ah... we... we found him at Pretty Sarah’s and...”
“What were you doing at Pretty Sarah’s?” Julie crossed her arms.
“I wanted to stand him a round to get some hair down”, Stella fell in. “Don’t glare daggers at the poor man.”
Shaking her head Julie uncrossed her arms and now addressed Jimmy. “It’s a common enough story, and I’m glad you had better luck than most. Arcade’s right, we can help you; just don’t expect any magic from us. It’s a long way you have to walk, but you made the first and most important step. Not to mention the hardest, too.” Then she patted his arm. “Are you hungry?”
Jimmy could only nod and followed Julie into a tent when she beckoned him. She made him sit down and supplied him with some brahmin jerky, bread and milk before leaving the tent again and as Jimmy tried not to devour the food like a wild animal he watched her talk with his saviour in what seemed to be urgent, low voices.
Arcade. He finally had a name for him.
Though he couldn’t hear what they were saying he knew it had to be something serious; he saw Julie gesticulate and elaborate while Arcade nodded and nodded again, answering only sparsely.
Not long after Jimmy had finished his plate full of food, Arcade entered the tent and sat down on the chair beside him. He looked a little strained.
“I’m glad we made it this far”, Arcade said and looked at his hands for a moment. “But from here, you’ll have to go without me. We’ll send you to the Boneyard, our headquarters, with the next caravan, where you’ll get help, education, everything you’ll need that we can’t give to you here.”
Jimmy found the pleasant feeling of food in his stomach turn into a lump of ice. “You’re not coming with me.” It wasn’t a question, and he hadn’t sounded it as one.
Arcade only shook his head. “No, I can’t. But that doesn’t mean we’ll never see each other again. You can come back, if you like.”
They silently stared at each other for a long moment.
You're the best that ever happened to me 3b/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-22 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)“And therein lies the danger”, Arcade gave back, his voice sounding strangely sharp. “Believe me, you’ll see the wisdom in this come time.”
Jimmy nodded again and didn’t look up when Arcade left the chair and then the tent. He was being sent away, and he couldn’t see any wisdom in it when the only thing he wanted was to stay with his rescuer, the only person in the whole world he had found he could trust. Why he thought it wise was beyond him, but if Arcade said it was better, then it had to be. He wiped a hand across his burning eyes and realised that this was his last chance at making something of his life, and he’d better take it and put it to good use.
“You were right, of course”, Arcade said in a low voice to Julie once he had reached her. “He is already trying to latch on to me.”
Julie patted his arm. “I’ve seen this far too often not to recognise it.”
Stella, who had been within earshot, joined them and admitted curiosity. “Why is it better for him to be sent away?”
“Because of his... I don’t know how to describe it” Julie took a deep breath. “His mental condition? He is, or was, a slave, but he doesn’t know how to be independent. Slaves freed by a single person usually latch on to that person out of helplessness and desperation, and even if that person is a better one than the master of a slave, that still doesn’t help the slave to become truly free.”
Stella nodded in understanding. “So he has to be away from Arcade, not from the area.”
“Being further away from the Legion certainly does no harm”, Arcade replied, a deep furrow on his forehead. “But on principle, yes.”
Stella and Julie exchanged a glance upon seeing Arcade’s facial expression and Stella put a hand on his arm. “You seem pretty attached to that guy yourself, Arc. I mean... no offence meant, but you’ve barely known him for an hour or so.”
Arcade shrugged and adjusted his glasses. “Call me a fool.”
Stella shook her head with a soft smile and gave him a small hug. “Come on”, she said. “I got lots of stuff to do I could use your help with. I guess it’s better if you’re not here when he leaves.”
“It is”, Arcade replied, shaking his head. “Lead the way.”
Julie watched them go with a sigh. She couldn’t have guessed that Arcade would be a man to fall in love at first sight, but maybe that would resolve itself, too. Pity and compassion could to strange things to a heart and mind and the distance between the two wouldn’t only be better for Jimmy.
The caravan left three days later, when Arcade was helping Stella wipe Cottonwood Cove from the map. When he returned and was informed that the caravan – and with it, Jimmy – had already left, he knew it was better like that, but he couldn’t help the cold, heavy feeling in his heart and didn’t try to fight it. With drooping shoulders he vanished into his research tent, buried his nose into his notes and books, and tried to forget the world.
When Julie brought him a coffee later that evening she found him slumped over the table with his face buried into his forearms. With a sigh she put the cup down to put her hands onto his shoulders.
She could feel them tremble under the strain of fighting back tears and shaking her head with a sad smile she ran her hands through Arcade’s hair until he finally lifted his head and wiped the back of his hand across his face.
“Give it some time”, Julie said softly. “You could go after him.”
“What for?” His voice was thick with swallowed tears. “It’ll be for the best of he never sees me again.”
Julie closed her arms around him and Arcade leaned his head back against her shoulder and closed his eyes.