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(Anonymous) 2011-12-23 02:22 am (UTC)(link)“Hey, Ms. Whitman,” the cowgirl greets, and Israel freezes. She looks at him, and he at her, and he expects her eyes to light up with a weary sort of recognition. But she pays him no mind, waving to the two young women, and goes back to smoking. He remembers her, can see her youthful figure hidden by the shell of the old crone she has become.
She used to be a hell of a pilot, flying the vertibird like she was a part of it. He wonders how she’s survived this long. He should go talk to her, and he sees that sentiment echoed in James’ face. James nudges him, and his feet move of his own accord. One step. Then two. Oh God. He doesn’t want to do this. Soon, he is standing next to her, watching the sunset. She eyes him suspiciously, and he wants to run away from her, away from the Mojave Wasteland, where NCR waits like a starving dog in the west.
“Can I help you, stranger?” she asks. He should say something, anything, but finds his voice locked in his throat. She steps away from him, back into her room, and her eyes never leave his until her door shuts.
“You shouldn’t smoke, Whitman,” he murmurs, the scolding coming to his lips naturally even though he hasn’t said it for decades. “You’ll die early. Your country needs you.”
“Live fast, die young, and leave a good looking corpse,” he hears her voice reply, carried by the winds of the memories he struggles to hold on to.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-23 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)Keep Your Composure 18/?
(Anonymous) 2011-12-24 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)“We need to talk.” She wordlessly motions for him to sit in the empty seat next to her, and he walks past Boone, who is slumped over her bed and reaching for her hand in his sleep, and Raul, who is slumped against the wall next to him. With a deep breath, he sits down, and finds his voice.
“How dare you,” he says, and feels cheated when she doesn’t wince. “You knew.”
“I told you I was dying,” she says. “I didn’t think I had to go into any more detail than that.”
“How long?” he demands.
“About a year after it happened.”
“After what happened, Catherine?” She does wince at that, and he still feels cheated because he isn’t as satisfied with it as he thought he would be.
“Don’t call me that,” she murmurs.
“What? Catherine? That’s your name, isn’t it? It’s the only thing we know about you other than the fact that you’re a dead woman walking, and you didn’t even have the fucking decency to tell us how bad it really was!”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. He sighs, rubbing his temples.
“So am I.” She takes a deep breath, and he thinks that is the end of their conversation. He moves to stand, and she says,
“Please continue to call me Courier, Arcade.”
“Why?” he asks dully. “I don’t see any reason to continue this charade.”
“It’s the only name that has ever been mine,” she answers, smiling wryly. “I have my father’s last name, and the names of the two people he loved more than anything else in the world. Two people I have never even met.”
“Oh? So, what’s your full name, Rumpelstiltskin?” She takes a deep breath, and he isn’t sure she is going to answer him. But she does.
“Neil. Catherine Israel Neil.”
Re: Keep Your Composure 18/?
(Anonymous) 2011-12-25 05:18 am (UTC)(link)Re: Keep Your Composure 18/?
(Anonymous) 2012-01-03 11:28 am (UTC)(link)I'm going to die.
I swear.
I'll die.
If any of these things happening:
-Arcade meets Israel.
-Israel gives up the ghost and has his very slow, careful way with -James because Christ they are getting old, aren't they.
-Boone meets Charon. And Charon approves of Boone, but Boone struggles with the idea that he might be Courier's substitute for him.
I mean Christing hell if Rex met Dogmeat I'd probably wee a little but that's just me and crossovers DDD:
Keep Your Composure 19/?
(Anonymous) 2012-01-31 12:33 am (UTC)(link)“Look, daddy!” she says, plopping a black fedora on her head. “I’m Sam Spade!” He smiles, and he swears he can see her ghoul body guard smile almost indulgently.
He shakes his head, and finds his voice.
“Whose room is this?” he asks. Cass and Veronica look at him warily before answering.
“A friend’s,” Veronica answers finally, while Cass busies herself with pouring the drinks. Israel sits in one of the decrepit chairs, his bones aching and joints popping. He looks lost, and James feels a jagged pain shoot through him. Israel has never looked lost in the entire time he has known him, and he finds himself frightened. Veronica moves over to help Cass, and James moves to sit by Israel’s feet.
“You can sit up here,” Israel grunts, but James doesn’t say anything, instead removing Israel’s shoes. “Don’t do that. My feet are filthy.”
“They also must be killing you,” he replies, rubbing the arch with his thumbs. Israel stifles a groan of appreciation.
“What are you doing?” Veronica leans over to whisper in Cass’ ear. “We don’t even know these men.” Cass tops off one of the glasses, and hands it to Veronica.
“Courier taught me to make friends,” she says simply. “Look at them. The sadness practically rolls off of them. The least we can do is make them a drink,” she says, taking a deep swig of whiskey. “Take these to them, will ya, sweetheart?” Veronica nods, and numbly hands the men their drinks. The ghoul, James, smiles and thanks her. He pinches Israel’s calf, and the man grumbles out a ‘thank you’ before taking a swig. Veronica watches his throat muscles clench, and hears James ask,
“So, what brings the two of you out to Novac?” His voice is slightly strained, like he is trying to weasel some sort of information out of them. Veronica shoots him a wary look.
“Our dog,” she answers quietly. “Rex. He’s a cyberdog that needs a new brain.” James tsks, and says,
“How unfortunate. Will he get better with the transplant?” Cass snorts, pouring him another glass before he’s even finished his first one.
“He sure will. Can’t say the same for her though.” Veronica elbows her sharply, and she yelps. “What?”
“Can’t say the same for who?” James asks, and feels the cold steel of a powerfist press against his face. Israel growls, aiming his plasma rifle at her and Cass emits a loud,
“Whoa, whoa you son of a bitch!” Cass pulls her gun out, and gives Veronica a troubled look.
“You’ve been awfully interested in us,” Veronica says. “Why? Who are you working for?” James opens his mouth.
“No one.”
“I doubt it. You know what? I don’t even want to know. Get out. You’re not getting Courier.”
Keep Your Composure 20/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-04 02:58 am (UTC)(link)“I know,” James says softly. “Thank you for staying your hand. She was just frightened.” At this, Israel harrumphs. “It looks like this Courier has made some enemies.”
“And it looks like some of her friends are ours,” Israel grumbles.
“Veronica, please,” James begs, his voice desperate and urgent. “I think Courier may be-“
“No!” she says hollowly, leading him out of the door. “You don’t know what Courier is. You don’t know anything.”
Remembering the desperate tone James used makes Israel’s heart ache, and he claps James on the shoulder.
“You’re shit at talking your way into and out of things. I’m surprised you got into that vault at all.” This brings the smile back to James’ face, and Israel has never been more happy to see anything since this whole affair began.
“Luck was in my favor then. They needed a doctor,” he says. “After I left, my luck seemed to run out. Especially where my daughter was concerned.”
“We’ll find her,” Israel says awkwardly. “We will.” James smiles, and it’s the same tired smile that Israel loved. It’s a smile he can still make out through the ruined crevices of James’ face.
“Of course we will,” he says, his voice thick with hollow determination. “We have to.”
There is no other alternative.
Re: Keep Your Composure 20/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-07 10:43 am (UTC)(link)I love this. I love the interactions between James and Israel, and I love the way that you've written Veronica.