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Re: Five Times the World Opened Up 3/5
Date: 2012-12-10 06:38 am (UTC)Part Three: Snipers Work in Pairs
She was only a kid. Now that he’d taken the time to look more closely, Boone regretted having ever involved the strange girl in his work. The wastes had a way of aging you fast, but still- if she were his daughter, he wouldn’t let her out of the house without a group of at least five chaperones. The Mojave was no place to be a pretty young thing, especially without a gun.
“What did you say your name was?”
“You didn’t ask. Katniss Everdeen.”
Weirdest fucking name Boone had ever heard.
“Is that Latin?”
“It’s a kind of flower.”
There wasn’t much else to say. Apparently, Katniss wasn’t any bigger on small talk than he was. Just as well, since talk only ruined ambushes. He’d been travelling with her several days now, ever since she’d helped him root out Jeannie, and he hadn’t even needed to call anything other than “kid.”
She talked plenty to other people, though. When they’d rescued a group of slaves from a Legion outpost, they’d fallen over themselves thanking her. Come to think of it, some of them had even called her a strange word that he now knew was her name. She seemed to be some kind of a slave celebrity, if such a thing existed.
It was from those conversations that he’d learned what little he knew about her. Eavesdropping had become a habit with him, ever since his own failed attempts at finding out who had betrayed his wife. His travelling companion seemed to have been a slave of some kind- a gladiator, it sounded like, though he wasn’t sure if there were female ones- who’d made a big flashy escape. There was a man she’d left behind, and when someone asked about a baby, Katniss had said the Soldiers stabbed her and caused a miscarriage. She didn’t look like she was too upset about it, but how the fuck could he tell?
Boone didn’t know what had possessed him to go over to her that night when they usually slept silently in separate cots. Neither of them could sleep this night, though, and he’d found her standing by the edge of a canyon looking at the stars.
Nor did Boone know what possessed him to ask his next question.
“What’s his name?”
She turned around to face him, and though he saw no tears on her face, there was a gleam in her eyes that suggested them.
“Peeta. We were going to get married.”
Her voice was low and tired, as if she’d said things a thousand times already in her head.
“He’s not a threat to them. They’re only hurting him because they’re angry at me...”
“It’s not your fault.” Hollow words, he knew. “He’d want you to be free.”
“Maybe. It’s my job to get him out of there, though.
She went back to looking at the stars, and Boone did the same. She might have been too young to risk her life, but he couldn’t argue with her sentiment. As they sat together and shared the cool night breeze, Boone tried not to wonder if his daughter might have grown up anything like Katniss.