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M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [3b/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-21 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)He tried to push past the courier but Simon gripped him by the shoulders. "Don't," he said.
"Please," Anders whispered harshly, eyes frantic and pleading. "You don't understand, I have to--"
"There are two soldiers out there," Simon told him in urgent, hushed tones. "They were trying to trick me into murdering you. If you run out, they'll kill you."
Anders sucked in a deep, steadying breath. "Soldiers, huh? Guess that explains the knot in the back of my head." He stepped back and brought his palms together, pressing them against his lips as he paced the room like a caged animal, mind churning. "Okay," he said after a crossing the room twice. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do."
Moments later Simon stepped out of the shack door, eyes on the ground. "It's done," he said solemnly to the soldiers.
"Good man," one of them said, grinning broadly.
"I, ah..." Simon sighed heavily. "I left the knife in him. Sorry, just..."
"No need to explain," the other soldier said. "He was a real bastard. You've done a hell of a turn for the NCR, kid."
"Yeah," Simon said in a disconnected voice. "Yeah."
He turned to walk away, heading for the treeline and heard the two men enter the shack. Heard fat screaming bursts of gunfire, and silence. He ran back to the shack, heart singing in fresh relief when he saw the plan had worked, the men now corpses on the ground.
Anders was crouched, inspecting the bodies. "No dog tags," he said, patting through the pockets. He tucked his hand into one and tugged out a handful of denarius coins. "That explains it then. Legionnaires."
Simon shook his head. "I carry those coins, doesn't make me Legion."
"Naw, this is stolen armor, look-- the places where they patched it up are all fresh-looking." Anders rose, satisfied with this explanation.
Simon was less convinced. "That's-- No. Why Legion? I know why they want me dead, but why you?"
Anders shrugged, hands on his hips. "Cottonwood Cove. They don't take kindly to men disappearing from crosses."
With all that excitement over, the two men were only left with each other, Anders' expression settling into something raw and withheld as he looked at Simon. The mention of how they came to meet was doing little to settle the aching twist in Simon's belly.
Anders had been in awful shape when Simon got him down from that cross, limping, dehydrated, bruises yellowed and lingeringly tender, lacerations ranging from "barely healed" to "festering". Ever a Khan, as Simon would learn, he insisted at first on making his way back to Red Rock, hobbling pathetically onto the road and brushing off Simon's pleas for him to just sit still and accept medical treatment.
So Simon had followed.
They were well past Camp Searchlight when Anders finally fell, caved and accepted all that Simon was offering him. They found somewhere vaguely safe to make camp, Anders guzzling water as Simon tended to his wounds, medicating everything to the best of his abilities, keeping him comfortable. He felt the first odd surge of affection for the Khan at the truly comical face he pulled when Simon served him his dinner. "This... this looks disgusting, make me a steak."
Simon shook his head. "You're in a state of extreme dehydration and water just isn't gonna cut it. We need to replenish your electrolytes--"
"My what now?"
Simon had sighed, shoving the bowl at him again. "Things that make your body work. This is the best I can come up with."
Anders resolutely had not accepted the bowl, staring at Simon with the hard gaze of a man being denied steak. "Tell me what's in it."
"You really don't want that."
"Tell me what the fuck is in this disgusting mash."
"Banana yucca, potatoes, and beans."
Anders tried to gag for effect but wound up actually gagging in his sorry state.
M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [3c/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-21 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)"Oh, screw you, I can handle a spoon," Anders had said petulantly, taking the bowl and beginning to eat before it struck him that he had been manipulated. "You're crafty," was all he said. "I'll give you that."
The journey back to Red Rock had taken much longer than it would have normally, the pair of them making frequent stops at Simon's insistence (and to Anders' great protest), Simon insisting on short days and plenty of rest for the Khan, Simon selling all of his precious Nuka-Colas in favor of stocking up on purified water at every merchant who had it to sell. It didn't help that Anders kept stressing his still-healing wounds by joining Simon in combat, helping him gun down anything from raiders and geckos to Fiends and Simon's weekly batch of Legion assassins. "Damn," Anders had said when he saw the level of men approaching them with weapons drawn, "you're popular."
Simon sighed sharply. "That one's gonna yell at me before the battle starts. They always yell the same goddamn thing before the battle starts. Like it's somehow slipped my mind that Caesar hates my ass."
He remembered the night his respect for Anders was solidified, when he inspected one of the nastier wounds on his leg that just would not heal. "I hate to say it," Simon had murmured, the two men softly illuminated by the amber light of the campfire, "but what I've been doing just isn't cutting it. It's gonna turn gangrenous before long."
"Gangrene means I lose the leg, Sunshine," Anders had said through grit teeth. He hadn't been a fan of Simon's cautious methods, but he had accepted them. Oddly enough, he had been at his most resentful only when Simon insisted on shaving his ridiculous mustache to treat a nasty wound on his upper lip that was dangerously close to infecting his sinuses. Anders had groused seemingly endlessly, constantly petting his face for the rest of the trip (no -- until, Simon reflected presently, he had pointed out that Anders looked better without it, and he hadn't yet grown it back). But he had accepted it, like every other call Simon had made. "You're the smart one. You know what you're doing. Shit, I accept that I'd probably be dead without you by now. So come up with something."
Simon had looked him dead in the eye. "It's gonna hurt."
Anders tilted his chin up in response, a firm set to his jaw. "I can take it."
Anders had nodded once at the suggested treatment. Faced the pain with little more than deep breathing. He hadn't even cried out as Simon pressed the whitehot gun barrel fresh from the fire onto his skin, cauterizing the wound.
He had seemed genuinely confused when Simon apologized for the brutal treatment later on the final stretch of the journey, Red Rock within sight. "You saved my leg, Sunshine," Anders said. "That's worth a little pain. Plus that scar's guaranteeing me a great story."
"Seems like most people would've at least flinched when I told them what the treatment was gonna be," Simon had said.
Anders had just shrugged, eyes on the road. "Khans ain't most people." He was quiet for a moment, then said, "You ain't most people, either."
Simon had immediately taken a liking to the Khans, one that would last. He had nurtured friendships at the camp in Red Rock Canyon, accidentally developed a good reputation among them. But as much as he grew to enjoy the company of so many in the camp, his friendship with Anders had always been made of different stuff. He just figured that two men couldn't go through what they had gone through together without their relationship being forged into something stronger. And now, looking at him in the dim yellow light of the shack, he didn't even begin to wish for someone handsomer, someone more sophisticated. He could not have wished for anyone different.
M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-21 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)He stepped around Simon and made for the door. The courier called after him. "If you really don't think I'll come for you, then you don't know me at all."
Anders stopped, turned, looked at him with something raw and aching in his gaze. "I know every inch of you," Anders whispered reverently. "And please, please, that's why I need you to leave this alone. There was a reason I stopped finding you."
Simon took a step towards him. "Then why did you come tonight? Why were you following me, if you're so done with me?"
Anders made a helpless gesture. "Because I just--" He sighed heavily, raked a hand through his short hair. The sight of it brought a memory of Simon running his own hands through that bristly hair, and shot a lurch of heat straight to his gut. Anders met his eyes. "I guess I just wanted to say goodbye."
Simon moved towards him, and skirted his fingertips up Anders' defined arm. Anders shuddered and grasped his hand. "But I can't. The way I wanted to, I mean-- this is goodbye, right here. This was a sign, I really am supposed to be leaving you alone. Diane was right. I-- I have to go."
He pushed past Simon and through the door, the courier following. "Diane? What does she have to do with this?"
There were noises off in the darkness, making both men turn their heads. As the sounds grew closer, Anders took Simon's face in his hands, those familiar hands that sent sparks skittering across his skin, and kissed him. "I'm sorry," he whispered against Simon's lips. "I'm so sorry. Please just let me go."
He turned and ran, not looking back as Simon called for him to wait. The sounds of people approaching grew closer, and two NCR troopers came into the light, one of them a woman that Simon actually knew by name. They unwittingly stayed his chase, as he explained the disguised Legionnaires, as the troopers told him how two soldiers from their station had in fact gone missing, and the men in these uniforms definitely weren't them. Simon tried to appear like he was still there. Like he wasn't already out of there, crossing the Mojave, searching for Anders.
Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-22 12:04 am (UTC)(link)Confession: when I first saw the name Anders I thought this was going to be a Dragon Age crossover and nearly closed the tab. Glad I kept reading, this is great!
A!A here
(Anonymous) 2011-11-22 12:18 am (UTC)(link)Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [3d/?]OP
(Anonymous) 2011-11-22 01:10 am (UTC)(link)I think I'm in love with Anders now. Seriously. I adore the dialogue between him and Simon. The way they tease each other is amazing.
Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-23 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-26 06:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-26 10:00 am (UTC)(link)That it turned out to be a less commonly used character is a feature, not a bug.