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Veronica/Betsy

Date: 2012-02-18 12:29 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Boone, ever-observant and not at all tactful, introduces Veronica to an old teammate from First Recon.

Pleaz.

Bonus if you can work in Ten of Spades :)

Re: Veronica/Betsy

Date: 2012-02-18 01:07 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
A million times this.

Re: Veronica/Betsy

Date: 2012-02-20 03:25 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Boone the matchmaker! I love it.

Matchmaker in Heaven 1/2

Date: 2012-03-22 01:27 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
“I think you should come with me.”

Veronica’s eyes rounded, and she slowly tilted her head back to stare at Boone, who was standing at her shoulder, glaring into the dust motes of the Lucky 38 suite kitchen. It was dark, and he had his sunglasses on. He was also squinting. She felt like a death squad had pronounced her coming execution. “Um…”

Six, from where he sat across from her, crunched into his cactus fruit. He appeared completely nonchalant about Boone pronouncing Veronica should walk off with him somewhere for no reason.

“I mean it,” Boone said.

“You’re not planning to shoot me, are you? Because you know, Six just got me back from cleaning out a Deathclaw den, and I think I’d rather have died to them. At least give me a day to celebrate being alive before killing me.”

Boone’s reflective glasses turned, and he finally looked at Veronica. His blank expression schooled into vague disdain. “You’ll thank me for this later.”

Veronica opened her mouth to reply, but Six cut in. “Boone’s not going to kill you, Veronica. I think there’s somewhere he actually wants to take you.” Six’s wink after the fact raised the hair on Veronica’s arms. She raised both hands up beseechingly. “You realize Boone’s never spoken to me before now?”

“Look,” Six said lightly, “You never get out. Think of it as a field trip.”

Veronica groaned and acquiesced.

It was only after they’d walked past the Crimson Caravan Company that she began to worry on two counts: one, that she should have packed some camping supplies, and two, that Boone had taken it in his head to… Oh, god. “Boone,” she managed, despite her horror.

He grunted.

“You know I’m gay, right?”

“Don’t be stupid,” he said stiffly, continuing to walk.

“What the hell does that even mean?!”

“Just follow me.” His voice was hard-edged. So Veronica heaved a sigh and continued on their walk.

She’d almost convinced herself that she wasn’t going to have to punch Boone’s head in when they stopped in front of the Camp McCarran gates. Then all her optimistic hopes and dreams went crashing down. “Seriously?”

“You’ll thank me later,” Boone said dryly.

Veronica tugged on her sleeves, both thankful and upset that she didn’t have her Brotherhood robes anymore. While it was infinitely safer to wander around an NCR controlled Mohave in non-Brotherhood gear, she really really wanted her hood. She put her shoulders in line with Boone and walked behind him meekly. Veronica wondered why she’d ever wanted to visit this place. It wasn’t that she was scared of the NCR, but she knew what they’d do if they knew…

Finally, Boone ducked into a large tent and motioned for Veronica to step past him into the interior. She almost turned to him and asked why exactly they were there when a smooth, cocky female voice said, “Hello, girl. What can I do for you today?”

Matchmaker in Heaven 2/2

Date: 2012-03-22 01:32 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
“It must be my lucky day, what with god dropping such a lovely woman in my lap.”

“I’m not in your lap.”

“Are you always this cute? Or is it something you work on?”

Veronica gritted her teeth and tightened her hands on her thighs. Any more of this, and she was going to give herself gangrene.

“Girl, those curves are dangerous for somebody like me with no brakes.”

Veronica saw red. She leapt to her feet, but Boone grabbed her by the shoulders, and she had control over herself by the time he’d let her go. She almost lost control again when she saw Betsy wearing a shit-eating grin. She didn't know if she wanted to kill Betsy or Boone more, but her anger towards Betsy redoubled when the woman said, “That was fun.”

“Oh, my god. Do those lines actually work?!”

“Nah,” Betsy said. “But it was fun watching your face go all red. Seriously though, you look like a capable woman. Why’re you letting that dunce drag you around?”

“Not by choice. If he’d said he was trying to set me up, I would have asked him to take me down to Gomorrah. Then I'd've killed him.”

Betsy laughed. “So you could pick up a couple of diseases?”

“Good point.”

Boone, seeing that Veronica wasn’t about to murder Betsy, abruptly left. Betsy raised one eyebrow, following his quick gate out of McCarran with her gaze. “Is he always that awkward with you?”

“It’s not really his fault. I mean, I think he’s a little retarded when it comes to people-skills. Not that I can pass judgment.” Veronica gritted her teeth again. "Maybe because he sensed I was about to murder him."

“Uh huh,” Betsy said dryly.

Veronica shot her a glare. “You’re not going to start the pick-up-lines again.”

“I want to keep my head attached to my body, thanks.” Then, Betsy raised her eyebrows and looked Veronica up and down from over her sunglasses. Veronica tightened her fist. Betsy met her gaze with an innocent look. “What? You’re some kind of fine, girl. Might as well look.” She jumped back and lifted her hands, palm up, in surrender. “That wasn’t a line.”

Veronica didn’t for one minute believe it.

Betsy saw she wasn’t going to reply and cocked her head inquisitively. “You wanna share a drink or something? I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I had a decent conversation with a woman. The airfield is pretty quiet this time of day. And I’ve got some good Scotch stashed away. Whaddya say?”

It only took a moment to mull over. “Why the hell not.”

Looking back on it, Veronica realized maybe Boone had actually managed to set her up on a date. So maybe she owed it to him not to punch his brains out next time she saw him. Swell.

Re: Matchmaker in Heaven 2/2

Date: 2012-03-26 01:39 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This was perfect. I loved all of it, but the last line was the frosting on the cake! I'm so happy to see Veronica fic too ;)

Re: Matchmaker in Heaven 2/2

Date: 2012-03-26 08:37 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Swell indeed :)
wonderful job anon!

op screams with joy

Date: 2012-03-27 01:10 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh, it's wonderful! Thank you a!a! I love how over-the-top Betsy is at first, and how caveman Boone is trying to do the right thing. :)

Re: Matchmaker in Heaven 2/2

Date: 2012-03-27 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Aww!

Re: Matchmaker in Heaven 2/2

Date: 2012-03-30 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Perfect closing line!

Re: Matchmaker in Heaven 2/2

Date: 2014-03-25 01:23 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh Boone you emotionally stunted man; how nice of you! I also love Betsy deliberately riling Veronica up.

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