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Home Is Where The Heart Is, 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-08-20 12:34 am (UTC)(link)“Good morrow. Let's continue our conversation from the previous afternoon.”
Six groaned, rubbing a hand over her forehead. “Look, not like this wasn’t a personal fantasy of mine or anything, but I'm not really in the mood for chit-chat right now.”
“Indeed? It seems convenient enough to me."
Six craned her hand to the side, looking for Boone and Rex, but both they and the campsite were long gone. Instead, she saw a trail extending over the sand, a path about the width of her sleeping bag. In typically efficient fashion, Vulpes had simply grabbed the top of it and dragged her out of the camp while she slept, the better to facilitate his conversational needs.
“Fine," she said. "So what is it?”
“Hypothetically, how would one go about procuring this ‘heart’ of which you spoke?”
“Um, that’s a tough question. There are a lot of things to consider...”
“That’s not much of an answer, profligate. You claimed to have intimate knowledge of where this heart was located...” Vulpes lowered his machete from her throat and Six breathed a sigh of relief – at least until she realized that he was intently tracing the blade over her left breast. “Perhaps I could borrow yours?”
“Th-that...is a terrible idea, Vulpes. Like you said, you have a perfectly decent circulatory system. What you need are some emotions. And a conscience. Cutting my heart out is not really the best way to go about that.”
“Very well. Kindly explain the alternatives, woman.”
She knew he wasn’t going to like her answer. “Well, I think you might need to...” Her voice lowered to an indistinct mumble. “...see a therapist.”
Vulpes frowned, cupping a hand behind his ear. “Pardon me? What did you say?”
She hesitated, trying to find a way to make this displeasing truth more palatable to him. “Look, the Legion - they, um, they’ve trained you to be very competent at what you do. But I get the sense that they haven’t done a whole lot to, uh, develop the other facets of your personality. Perhaps a trained psychiatric professional could help you to delve into new aspects of who Vulpes Inculta really is.”
His eyes narrowed. “You are referring to me to one of your profligate doctors? You think I would pollute myself with your filthy degenerate chems?”
She shook her head. “No, no, not chems, not if you don’t want them. Just therapy – you know, talking. Exploring your, um, childhood and such.”
He still seemed wary, but was clearly relieved that no one would be force-feeding him Med-X. “Profligates whining about their tedious problems. I can't think of anything more nauseating. Who would be bothered to listen?"
“There’s a doctor. My friend Boone and I were already planning to go see her. Before we do that, though, we’re going to need help from Mr. House.”
“So you’re travelling to New Vegas then? Following the Long-15?”
She nodded.
“How fortunate. I also happen to travelling in that direction. You'll accompany me then and show me where this doctor lives.” He stroked a hand over the flat of his machete. “Once I’m there, it shouldn’t be too difficult to persuade the profligate physician to give me this so-called ‘therapy’.”
Six pictured Boone’s reaction to this. Probably a loud snort, a few blunt monosyllables and a barrage of bullets.
It wasn’t as if she had to worry about hurting Vulpe’s feelings. However, Six was still rather concerned by the presence of that rather large and well-honed machete and its capacity to make her feel all kinds of hurt.
“Uh, gee, sorry, Vulpes. I just don’t think that’d be such a good idea.”
He feigned puzzlement. “Why do you say that? It’s an excellent plan.”
“I’m already travelling with someone and he...he’s just not very fond of the Legion.”
“Is that all?” Vulpes rose to his feet. “Easily resolved.” He strode back towards the camp, his steps quick and murderously purposeful.
“Vulpes!”
He turned. “Yes, profligate?”
Six trained her pistol on the space between his brows. “One step further and so help me, I will shoot you. Through the head, not the empty cavity in your chest.”