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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

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Re: Five Times Boone's Brawled With Charlie: No Vacancy 3/?

(Anonymous) 2012-09-30 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
"The Sierra Madre happened." Charlie shifts restlessly as he stares at her, waiting for the punchline to that joke of an answer, then jabs her left arm toward him so fast it nearly makes him start another fistfight. "I don't have the breath to spell it all out, so go on and do it yourself."

Boone eyes her, then sits down alongside and turns his attention to the Pip-Boy, briefly poking at a few buttons until he's figured the simple little computer out. He plays the recordings, flips through the terminal entries it collected, the instructions that were programmed into it, his eyebrows occasionally ticcing up a fraction. Charlie watches him read with a sad, wistful longing that he pretends not to notice. Finishing up after a number of minutes, he puts the screen back to where she had it in the first place and straightens up.

"Explain things well enough?"

The information on her Pip-Boy did explain enough, but not everything. Not why she's furtively edged at least half a foot closer to him in the last five minutes. "Yeah. Elijah sounds like a real sonofabitch."

"Well, now he's a real fucking dead sonofa-" Charlie starts coughing again, a dry, barking hack, and the bitter chemical smell coming off her increases to an alarming degree. Boone patiently waits for the fit to stop, talking over it when it doesn't.

"Need to get you to a doctor."

"Only one I know-" She shudders in a deeper breath and pays for it. Boone waits a little while longer. "Gods damn it. Only one I know close by is in Goodsprings."

"Richards?"

"Didn't ask. Forlorn Hope's got enough problems without me adding to the load." Charlie crumples into herself and closes her eyes. Her lids are almost purplish, and the dark circles beneath them are so big the combination makes her face look like a skull. "I just bought up all the Buffout he could sell me and came straight here."

"Have any left?"

"Nuh-uh."

"When's the last time you slept?"

"Does being gassed the previous week count?" Her head droops lower, and she shudders, inching even closer. "If you slept outside, you'd never get up again, and inside, I just couldn't. I didn't dare. The fucking place might've moved me again if I did."

"Shit." Boone thinks for a moment. Ada Straus is in town, so buying more pills will be easy, but he might as well finish beating Charlie to death as bring her to that quack for actual doctoring. With how sick she is, the result would be the same. Trying with another NCR medic wouldn't work either. He got a good look at the stats screen on her Pip-Boy while he was flipping around, and while the extent of his medical knowlege pretty much consists of being able to tell his own ass from his elbows, that's enough for him to know that the condition she's in is a bad one. A strapped army doc could probably do nothing more than what she's done herself.

Goodsprings is also out. 164 and the I-15 are too much of a mess, and the overland route is a rocky snarl of terrain and living nastiness that Charlie would have no chance of getting through. That leaves only one place to go. "There's Followers outside of Vegas. We'll head there."

"Let's get one to go then. We've both still got work to do." She doesn't move to get up, and stays quiet long enough for him to wonder if she's nodded off. "Boone?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you look for me?"

He's fairly insulted until he recalls that he neither asked for help nor told anyone where he was going before leaving Forlorn Hope to try and pick up a trail he now knows didn't exist. "Yeah."

"Oh. Good." Charlie tilts her head all the way down, until her hat brim hides every scrap of her face. "I'm sorry about your radio."

Boone sighs. "Just drink your damn water, Charlie."

Re: Five Times Boone's Brawled With Charlie: No Vacancy 3/3

(Anonymous) 2012-09-30 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
A!A here! That's the end of the fic, I thought the character length would go over. Sorry about that.

Re: Five Times Boone's Brawled With Charlie: No Vacancy 3/?

(Anonymous) 2012-10-01 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Nice! I love it! Can't wait to read the next part! :D

Re: Five Times Boone's Brawled With Charlie: No Vacancy 3/?

(Anonymous) 2012-10-04 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks!
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