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Post Rotunda LW with cancer.
Date: 2011-11-30 11:10 pm (UTC)How do the companions cope ?
Bonus points if there's a couple (F!LW/ Charon or Butch).
Bonus bonus points if there's a cure at the sierra madre curtesy of Vera Keyes.
Re: Post Rotunda LW with cancer.
Date: 2011-12-01 02:09 pm (UTC)The Darkest Evening, 1/1
Date: 2011-12-04 01:26 am (UTC)And lying on the cold metal of the rotunda floor, she had felt something almost like hope as darkness closed in around her.
She hadn’t been expecting to wake up in the Citadel. She hadn’t wanted to. Lying still, listening to the whirring of the machinery that was monitoring her vital signs, Emma thought of a poem her father had once read her.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
They’d tried to explain what was wrong with her. The radiation got inside her body; inside her bones. It had done something to her blood cells, mutated them and made them reproduce uncontrollably. Cancer.
But I have promises to keep.
She hadn’t understood, not really. Science wasn’t her thing. She knew she was dying, slowly and painfully, she knew there wasn’t anything that could be done, and she knew that the Enclave was still alive, scattered across the Capital Wasteland. She had thought she wanted to die, but not like this.
Not alone in a hospital bed, too weak to breathe without mechanical aid. Not while there was still work to be done. Not before the Enclave was properly destroyed. Not before she’d said her good-byes.
And miles to go before I sleep.
It was her 20th birthday, she had saved the Wasteland, Butch was dozens of miles away in Rivet City, and she was dying. She let her eyelids flutter shut.
And miles to go before I sleep.
I posted this without editing. Let's play 'oh god look at the typos, why don't I revise more?!!?!!'
Re: The Darkest Evening, 1/1
Date: 2011-12-04 01:35 am (UTC)Gorgeous work, a!a.
Re: The Darkest Evening, 1/1
Date: 2011-12-04 02:19 am (UTC)Re: The Darkest Evening, 1/1
Date: 2011-12-04 03:48 am (UTC)Seriously, this is amazing. Aaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaaaziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. May I ask who wrote the poem? It's beautiful.
This has all of my love, anon!~ <3
Re: The Darkest Evening, 1/1
Date: 2011-12-04 05:39 am (UTC)Re: The Darkest Evening, 1/1
Date: 2011-12-04 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-04 11:34 pm (UTC)This was so beautiful !!
God dammit Butch your woman needs you !
Thanks so much anon :]
More Good to Be Done 1/1 Microfill
Date: 2011-12-04 04:03 am (UTC)He looks at her, dumbfounded. She sits serenely staring at him, a hint of apology in her eyes. He’s never been one for needless chatter, but he can’t stop himself.
“How can this not bother you?” She smiles a secret smile, as if he were the child and she the old man.
“I’ve had time to adjust. Accept it. Hell, I’m lucky to have made it as long as I have,” she answers.
“You’re only twenty-three, hija,” Raul chokes. She shakes her head, staring off into the setting sun.
“I’ve felt like I’ve lived a million years,” she says.
“How? How did you get so sick?” he asks, staring long and hard at her, as if he could see the deadly mutations multiplying underneath her skin. She looks normal, almost healthy. A little pale, a little gaunt, but normal.
Beautiful.
“Radiation,” she says. “Back where I’m from, there wasn’t any clean water. Hell, Lake Mead is a dream compared to the Potomac. My father worked on a purifier, but the Enclave came to claim it. He sabotaged it, and when it came time to take it back, I had to turn it on.”
“You didn’t have to,” he says in a choked voice. She shakes her head.
“No. I did. I wouldn’t have placed the burden on anyone else. Besides,” she says, and her voice grows quiet, but he can hear every terrible word clearly in the silence of the Mojave night. “I wanted to die.” He opens his mouth to protest, and she places her hand up to silence
him. “I’ve made my peace, Raul.”
“You know they’re going to suffer. Going to be distraught,” he says, looking at their group bustling in the distance. She shakes her head.
“I know. You’re going to have to comfort them.”
“There is still so much good you can do,” he says, knowing that he isn’t arguing with her, but her irreconcilable fate. She laughs, and he tries not to notice how much hoarser her voice sounds.
“I think I’ve more than paid my way into Heaven,” she says. “But you’re right. There is still more good to be done. There always is.”
Re: More Good to Be Done 1/1 Microfill
Date: 2011-12-04 08:19 pm (UTC)Re: More Good to Be Done 1/1 Microfill A!A
Date: 2011-12-05 01:54 am (UTC)Re: More Good to Be Done 1/1 Microfill
Date: 2011-12-04 10:08 pm (UTC)oh mans, anonnie.
OP
Date: 2011-12-04 11:36 pm (UTC)Both of these have wrenched my heart.
I love the idea of the courier actually being the LW.
More Good to Be Done A!A
Date: 2011-12-05 01:55 am (UTC)