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The Sound Getting Louder, 1/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-11 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)Characters: Cass, Boone, F!Courier
Pairing: Cass/Boone
Kinks: Angst, character death, internal monologues, offscreen non-con
Summary: Cass and Boone go looking for a pro-Legion F!Courier. Unpleasantness ensues.
She’s mad at him. And he’s too exhausted to figure out whether or whether not her anger is justified. He wants to sleep until Hoover Dam has crumbled to dust and the Legion has been forgotten. And then he’ll wake up, and maybe then he’ll say ‘sorry.’
Maybe.
When he first met Six, she had seemed like the answer to all his problems. Here was a girl determined to land herself in an early grave. Seemed like all he had to do was close his eyes and go along with it, and he’d earn himself the death he’d been waiting for.
But she’d gone and fallen in love with him. It had started the night in Boulder, the Khans watching him like a hawk and whispering behind their hands, and Six just oblivious to it all. She’d got the hostages out quickly and quietly, no causalities. And then she convinced the CO to let the Khans leave peacefully, and when he watched them walk away, he thought maybe it was the start of the NCR’s penance for what had happened in the canyon outside of Bittersprings.
And he made the mistake of saying so.
And she had asked what Bittersprings was, and he told her.
She’d put two and two together, and a little frown wrinkled her brow. She gave a long, pitying look, the first of many. He’d turned away so he didn’t have to look at her, and that had been the start of it.
He’d hoped he was wrong, hoped he was misreading her body language. He knew he wasn’t, but he wanted to be.
Four months passed.
She got more and more overt, more desperate. She finally forced the issue and kissed him, and he pushed her away. He sometimes wondered if he hadn’t rebuked her, would it have changed things? For a while, he thought it was his fault, but then he let it go. No point in dwelling on the past.
That was the only good thing Six had done for him, helped him let go.
Maybe not the only good thing.
Cass was asleep, her back to him. He reached out to stroke her cheek, and she stirred in her sleep, a faint smile creasing her thin lips.
They’d been tracking Six for nearly a month. They finally caught up with her outside of Nelson. She was wearing dirty, ill-fitting recruit armor, and she was limping. He wanted to put a bullet in her brain from 600 yards, but Cass stopped him.
She was their friend. They owed her more than that.
She cried when she saw them, and Boone was reminded that she was still a kid. Barely twenty-one, for crissake. Then he remembered he was barely twenty-seven, and most of his pity shriveled up and died.
She’d been raped.
She was preparing herself to lead an attack on Forlorn Hope when one of the Legion bastards snuck up on her. He called her a whore, told her she could wear their armor and speak their tongue, but no one would forget what she was. A woman.
She tried to fight. She was small, weak. Used guile to get her ways. Worked on most people. Almost worked on Boone. And it hadn’t worked on that Legionary. He raped her and spat on her and left her there, and she had fled in the middle of the night. She was too afraid to go back, too afraid of what they would do to her. Because it wasn’t a game, and she was in over her head.
She was hurt, bad. Gannon would have helped her. Cass wanted to. But Boone listened to her, then lined up his shot. She died, and Cass screamed. Unlike her. She wasn’t the type.
She cussed him out through tears.
Bastard, she said, she’s only a fucking kid. She made a mistake, she was hurt, can’t you see that? What the fuck is wrong with you?
It was too late for her, he said.
He took Cass’ hand, and she pulled away from him. They fled together, into the night, away from Nelson, away from the river, away from the cooling body of the woman who had introduced them. Betrayed them.
Boone still didn’t know if he should be sorry.
Boone may be a heartless bastard, but A!A isn't. Sorry this isn't porny, OP. I'll have to see if I can fill this in the spirit of the prompt.
Re: The Sound Getting Louder, 1/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-12 10:59 am (UTC)(link)Re: The Sound Getting Louder, 1/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-12 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2011-12-12 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)Re: The Sound Getting Louder, 1/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-13 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)Re: The Sound Getting Louder, 1/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-19 01:31 am (UTC)(link)I like the title as well. Fitting.