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Stronger than death itself 9a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)Real friends are those who, when you feel you've made a fool of yourself, don't feel you've done a permanent job. ~Author Unknown
As was to be expected, Amanda was knackered the next morning, but waking up to the smell of coffee was a rather pleasant experience despite that. When she sleepily sat up, she found Steve pouring a thick, black liquid that might have been tar into a cup before offering it to her.
“Coffee?”
“Great.” She peeled herself out of her blanket and reached for the cup, and found herself in a much better mood than she had expected. When she looked around, she discovered the sun had already risen rather high. “Sorry for sleeping so long.”
Steve chuckled around the smoke in his mouth. “Don’t worry, kid. Frank told me you had troubles falling asleep last night, and I don’t blame you. I can imagine the whole thing can be a bit...” He shrugged. “Overwhelming, I guess.”
“You’re right”, Amanda gave back while staring into her cup. “Thanks anyway.”
“Hey, we enjoy a slow start as much as anyone else”, Steve replied and poured himself another coffee. “And it’s not as if we have to be somewhere important by nightfall.”
Sipping her coffee, Amanda realised he was right. “We don’t, do we?” The coffee was strong as an ox and kicked her senses awake, and she realised she felt rather good, despite the lack of sleep. “It’s just us and the road, now.”
After a moment of silence she heard steps and Frank rounded the small outcrop of rocks that they had chosen as a windshield. “Nothing.”
Amanda looked up with a puzzled frown.
“I heard something shuffling around”, he explained while sitting down and accepting another cup from Steve. “All I found were some molerats tracks.”
They had their coffee in mutual but comfortable silence, and after a breakfast of the leftover molerat stew, got under way again, for now following the dry riverbed north and west.
They made camp somewhat earlier that night to make use of the remaining daylight for Amanda’s shooting lessons, and while she had never shot a gun in her life, she found it not as difficult as she had expected it to be.
“You’ve got a knack for this”, Steve said to her when, for the second time in a row, she had managed to hit all five of the stones they had set up for her on a large boulder. “You sure got a good aim.”
Amanda felt ridiculously pleased upon hearing those words of praise, but kept it to herself. Instead, she said: “I guess it’s the moving targets that make the real challenge.”
“That requires practise and experience”, Frank said and weighed a small stone in his hand. “But for now, you got us to bail you out when you miss. Here.” With that, he tossed the stone hard and fast so it flew in a high arch over the large boulder they had used, and while Amanda was quick enough to react and shoot, she missed thoroughly.
“Not bad, girl.” He picked up another stone. “Try again.”
This time, she missed only narrowly. Three more tries, and she hit once, but the next five, she didn’t.
“Let’s leave it at that”, Frank said after that and produced a pack of smokes. “Ain’t no use in getting you frustrated, because then you’ll sure as fuck not hit anything.”
After their meal that night, Amanda felt the need for some conversation. “Where are you guys from, anyway?”, she asked as she put another log onto the fire.
The two men exchanged a glance, and Amanda felt a small blush creep onto her face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry; I was just trying to make conversation. Forget it.”
“Nah, it’s all right.” Steve lit up a smoke and leaned back. “We’re from up further north. Ran into each other in Boston.”
“Boston.” Staring into the flames, Amanda slung her arms around her drawn-up knees. “How far away is that?”
“’Bout thirty days”, Frank replied. “Give or take.”
Stronger than death itself 9b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)“I actually don’t really know.” Amanda brushed a strand of hair behind her left ear. “I only remember travelling. I must have been born in some nameless little Wasteland nest, or maybe even Richmond. We hit that town quite often, but after James died, my parents travelled north. Said they needed new hunting grounds. That’s how we got to Rivet City in the end.”
“I guess scavenging in the Capital Wasteland isn’t as profitable as they imagined it would be.”
“No.” Amanda shook her head with a soft snort. “Of course not. They just wanted to leave everything behind that reminded them of James. We’ve been close to starving more than one time, but it didn’t make them turn back. It was just because my father had paid the two guards in advance that they stayed, and at least we had been lucky a couple of times before we reached Rivet City, so we could pay them again.” She sighed. “See what good it did them.”
“Well, that’s what they signed up for”, Frank gave back. “When you’re a merc and a caravan guard, death is part of the business.”
“I know.” Amanda pressed her lips together and felt her eyes burn. “I know. That doesn’t make it any easier, for some reason.”
In the following silence, the crackling of the campfire was the only sound. A log broke and sent a shower of sparks into the air.
“What’s Boston like?”
Frank shrugged. “Like any other armpit of a town in this godforsaken Wasteland. Full of drunkards and good-for-nothings.”
“And whores”, Steve added with a strange undertone that made Amanda look up again.
The two men exchanged another glance before Frank shrugged and lit up another smoke. Steve turned to Amanda with a half-way grin.
“See, when we met in Boston...”
“You sure she wants to know this, buddy?”
Amanda suppressed a grin. “I can’t help feeling that this has the potential to be an interesting story. I’m a girl, remember? I love gossip.”
Frank snorted under his breath and shook his head, but with a lopsided smile.
Steve, in turn, chuckled out a cloud of smoke and stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles.
“See, I had a girl in Boston”, he said. “She was... she could be a bit of a bitch, but she also could be a real sweetheart, if she wanted to. She’s the daughter of a weapons merchant. Well; I guess she still is.”
“If she hasn’t succeeded in finally getting her throat slit, after all”, Frank fell in with an unmoving expression.
Steve emitted an amused snort and took another drag of his smoke. “Anyway, one day I walked in on her sucking faces with another guy. See, I should have been out of town that day, but the merchant who’d hired me had to go and break his leg, so he nullified his contracts and I was stuck in town again. So I went to see her to tell her I wasn’t gone after all. And here she was, getting at it with someone else.”
“And what did you do?” Amanda crossed her arms and leaned back. While Steve seemed rather amused by the whole story, Frank’s face showed no emotion at all.
Stronger than death itself 9c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)“Needless to say...”, Frank fell in, his face still bar of emotion, “...while we were busy calling each other names I don’t care to repeat, the bitch had taken French leave on us. And there we were, the two of us, feeling like the biggest idiots in the world.”
“So I stood him a beer, and he stood me a beer”, Steve said with a grin. “And here we’re still waltzing through the Wasteland together seven years later.”
Amanda couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Oh god, that’s how you two met? Over a girl that cuckolded both of you with each other?”
The two men exchanged another look before Frank replied with a mildly embarrassed smile: “What can I say?”
“Yeah, was pretty dumb, I know.” Steve shook his head with a grin. “And ever since we make sure we only take it up with girls who wouldn’t mind us sharing, you know.”
With the force of a slap, Amanda felt the heat of a blush hit her face and she hastily looked away. A strained silence fell over the campsite.
After a moment, Steve cleared his throat and abruptly got up. “I need a piss.”
After another long moment, Frank flicked his butt end into the fire and sighed. “Just once. Just fucking once.” Then he crossed his arms. “I wish he would, for just one fucking time in his life, watch his fucking mouth.”
Since Amanda had no idea what to say she slung her arms around her knees again and kept staring into the flames. Beside her, she heard the unmistakable sound of Frank’s lighter and smelled another waft of smoke coming into her direction.
“Don’t hold it against him, girl”, he said softly after a while. “He doesn’t mean no harm, it’s just that his mouth can be faster than his brain sometimes.” Then he snorted softly. “Well, most of the time, actually.”
Amanda felt she could smile at this, but only a little bit.
She still couldn’t find anything to say when Steve came back somewhat later, and she still hadn’t said a word when the two men went to sleep and she took up first watch. She had found no words because the only thing in her mind had been the maelstrom of feelings these few words that had caused her, and she simply couldn’t sort out her thoughts. She could only think of one thing: the story Harkness had told her in the graveyard of Rivet City, and the strange feeling it had caused her.
Re: Stronger than death itself 9c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-20 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)