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Torch Songs 14/?

[(Anonymous)]

(Author's note: I apologize for how talky this fic has gotten. I promise more action in parts to come!)

Of course she couldn't stay asleep for more than a few minutes at a time. The Courier may have lived the rustic life in her travels before, but sleeping on House's feather beds had spoiled her and gotten her accustomed to a certain degree of comfort. After a few attempts at finding a position where the gravel didn't poke through her bedding, she gave up and just stared at the starry sky.

Quietly, she hummed to herself and thought about her situation. Both the men she was currently involved with could be classified as mass murderers. Granted, she was only toying with one of them, but how long could she keep it going before he realized? Her plans aside, the longer she played him, the more danger she put herself in.

And if things went bad, all of New Vegas would say it was her fault.

Put the blame on Mame, boys,
Put the blame on Mame!
Mame she started to shimmy shake
And that's what caused the Frisco quake...

The Courier looked toward Boone, to see if her humming had disturbed his rest. He wasn't lying down, though; instead, he stood by a ledge staring down the canyon.

"Can't sleep either?" she called to him. For a moment, she thought he wasn't going to answer.

"Carla..." he said finally. "I told you about Bitter Springs. I didn't tell you that God or fate or karma or who knows what has had it out for me since then."

The Courier stretched as she stood up, going to join him.

"Blaming yourself for Carla? I'd figured it was Jeannie's fault."

"I told you she was dead, didn't I? Jeannie didn't do that, and those Legion bastards didn't either. But I couldn't even rescue her right."

"What do you-"

Boone turned to face the Courier full-on.

"I got there too late. She was being auctioned off. The block was surrounded by soldiers, I never could have reached her. They were bidding on her, didn't care that she was crying and begging them to let her go. No woman should have to live through that."

"Oh."

She'd been afraid his past would turn out to be something like this. What could she possibly say in response? She doubted he would take pity if she offered it, and she wasn't sure she would; he wasn't the one who'd been murdered by the one he loved.

"You know what I am, then," said Boone. "What I've done. I didn't think it was wrong. I thought it was saving her. She wouldn't have lived through it, I was sure. And then I met you."

So that's where he was going with this. Better him than her- she would have had to bring it up if he didn't.

"I lived. And I didn't consider it a fate worse than death."

He nodded.

"The situations aren't really the same. I wasn't being sold into a lifetime of slavery, for one. For another, I made you the offer in the first place. It was under what you might call duress, though, so the point still stands."