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Stronger than death itself 8c/?

[(Anonymous)]

Obviously Steve wasn’t quite unaffected either, for he cleared his throat after a moment and turned to his friend. “Light me a smoke, buddy?”
Frank produced a pack of smokes, popped one between his lips and lit it, then took it between thumb and forefinger and held it out to Steve who took it with a grateful nod. The two men exchanged a short look before Frank shrugged and stood up, lit himself a smoke too before he went over to loot the corpses of the raiders.

Once the receding pain had told Steve that the stimpack had done its work, Amanda removed the splint and Steve removed his jacket; the flapping sleeve would have been more of a hindrance than protection. They continued their way through the ruins of the city, carefully picking their path across the rubble, and by noon, reached the outskirts of the city and looked across the vast, empty space of the Wasteland before them.

“Where to?” Frank lit up another smoke and cast Amanda a questioning look.
Amanda in turn crossed her arms. “I’ve never been here before.”
“That way lies Megaton, small town of lunatics living around an undetonated atomic bomb.” Frank extended one arm. “Past that, a few small settlements; to the south-west, the ruins of Tenpenny Tower. That way lies Big Town and Paradise Falls, though I’d avoid that, it’s a nest of slavers.” He lowered his arm again and took a drag of his cigarettes. “That close to D.C., it’s likely that everything’s been picked clean by now.”
“I could imagine”, Amanda replied with a thoughtful frown. “What’s straight west?”
“Not much that I know of”, Frank gave back with a shrug. “Though to be honest, we’ve never been farther west than Tenpenny.”
“So what about we head north and west and see where the road takes us?”
“You’re the boss”, Frank replied with a tiny smile.
“Right”, Amanda replied after a small pause with a hesitating smile of her own. “That’ll take a bit of getting used to on my part, I guess.”

Steve, who had been checking the brahmin’s load, now stepped in beside her, too, and flashed her a grin. “Most people do enjoy a good bit of bossing around, you know. You’ll grow into it.”
Amanda smiled and was just about to reply when a small, unmistakable growling sound caught her attention. Steve’s grin became a little strained and he looked away.
“How about some lunch?” She tried to keep amusement out of her voice.
Frank chuckled and shook his head. “Sounds great, girl. We set off without breakfast, you know.”
Amanda goggled at him for a second before her eyebrows drew themselves together. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
“Cause we spent our last caps on a pack of smokes and a bottle of booze last night”, Frank gave back with a shrug.
“And you didn’t...” Arms akimbo, Amanda stared back and forth between the two. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“And delay the planned departure?” Frank took a drag.
“Fuck the planned departure! I won’t have you starve yourselves because you’re too proud to ask for food! You said I’m the boss, doesn’t that make me responsible for your welfare too, if I’m the one to be paying for your maintenance? Think you’re any good in a scrap when you’re half starved?”

Both Frank and Steve had listened to her rant with unmoving faces, now they exchanged a slightly abashed look and Frank shrugged again while Steve cleared his throat. “Well... I admit it wasn’t a bright idea, but we didn’t want to start this business with causing a delay and begging for scraps, you know.”
“Men”, Amanda huffed and shook her head. “Men and their fucking manly pride.” Then she went to the brahmin and untied the bag that held their provisions.

They had their meal in a somewhat strained silence that Amanda was the first to break when she packed up the bag again. “Can we agree that something like this won’t happen again?”
The two men looked up from their smokes and nodded, and not wanting to rub it in further, Amanda nodded as well and went to tie the bag onto the brahmin’s back again.

Stronger than death itself 8d/?

[(Anonymous)]

The rest of the day passed uneventful bar a few molerats and a pack of feral dogs, and with the sunset they set up a proper camp with a fire upon which Amanda prepared a proper meal, in this instance, a molerat meat stew. After the meal, Steve bade her to take her rifle and he and Frank began to teach Amanda how to use a weapon, although they started with loading and unloading first.

“We can do a little practise shooting after sunrise tomorrow”, Frank said. “It’s getting too dark to start it now.”
Amanda nodded and let her fingers wander over the stock of the gun, wondering if, and when, she should come to kill someone with it. The thought caused her strange discomfort, but she also knew she would have to do it, and that she could do it, if it should ever be necessary.

“Do you mind if I take first watch?”, she asked the two men when they had settled down around the fire again.
“Nope”, Frank replied and flicked his butt end into the fire. “I’m an early riser and prefer third watch anyway.”
“You, Steve?”
“I don’t care one way or the other, really. You take first, Frank the third. I’m fine.”
“Good.” She draped her blanket over her shoulders and, more for the feeling of it than anything else, placed her pistol in her lap. “I’ll make sure I’ll holler loud enough when I hear something.”

After a mutual good night the two men rolled themselves up in their blankets and were both out and softly snoring within mere minutes, falling asleep with the ease of two men used to taking any chance at sleep they could get, because out here you never knew when you had a chance to close your eyes again.

Amanda watched them in their sleep as she sat there mending Steve’s jacket; they happened to lie in a way so she could see both their faces. After the events and the excitement of the day that had kept her mind occupied, she could, for the first time, study their features. She found them both to be handsome men, each in his own way. She remembered well the strange, disturbing feeling of familiarity with a complete stranger that she had had when meeting Harkness, and she was mystified as to why she had felt it too when she had looked at these two men for the first time.

She still cringed inwardly upon remembering how she had run into Frank with her near-boiling coffee, but he had never held her clumsiness against her. She could, for some reason, remember every instance that his dark, steel-grey eyes had rested upon hers, but what irritated her most about the whole thing wasn’t her own reactions to his looks, which were irritating enough considering he was a complete stranger to her. What was bothering her more was the fact that Steve’s warm, brown eyes had exactly the same effect on her.

And looking at their faces now, relaxed and peaceful in their sleep, she felt her heart flutter a little every time her eyes rested on either of their faces. She had never been in love, but she imagined this was what it must feel like, but the fact that neither her body nor her mind seemed to be able to decide on which man to focus on was the most frightening and unsettling experience she had ever made in her life so far. That feeling kept her so agitated that the stars above had wandered a fair bit across the sky before she even felt the slightest trace of tiredness in her body. Yet it wasn’t before Frank turned around and peeled himself out of the blanket to have a piss that she realised she had been awake for most of the night now.

“The fuck didn’t you wake one of us?”, he asked softly, as not to wake Steve who was still peacefully snoring, when he came back.
Amanda shrugged, and couldn’t really meet his eyes. “I couldn’t sleep. I was too... I don’t know.”
“Well.” Frank sat down and lit a smoke. “You’d better lie down anyway and at least try to close your eyes, otherwise you’ll be completely knackered tomorrow.”

Since she knew he was right Amanda didn’t contradict him and simply found a spot to lie down, but even as she closed her eyes she could feel the exhaustion in every bone. She fell asleep somewhat later to the familiar sound of male snoring and the crackling of a campfire, and the unfamiliar yet inexplicably comforting smell of cigarette smoke.

Re: Stronger than death itself 8d/?

[(Anonymous)]

Very interested to see where this is going!