Partners in crime.
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Hi Moira. I think it’s cool how you send all those fucking douchebags to like, die and stuff so you can have things. You could go and get them yourself but no, you send people who suck to do it instead. I like your style. You are OK with me.
Oh, well, thank you! … Wait, I don’t intentionally send them to die… It just sorta happens sometimes! You know, like an unfortunate accident.
I mean, I can’t exactly control when and where a raging, homicidal super mutant might be lurking about, can I? That’s just silly.
Oh gosh, how rude of me! I completely forgot to ask for your name.
The future says RUN.
Holding lightly, words that make you aware…
Your head’s spinning; no one knows you’re not there…
Moira was wandering around the Mojave just outside the New Vegas walls, kicking various tin cans in her path. She was upset, and she didn’t quite know why…
No. That was a lie. She knew damn well why she was upset.
She’d kissed her. That goddamn cowgirl had kissed Lucky.
Cass knew that Moira and Lucky had grown close as of late, and yet… after beating the shit out of her, she’d had the balls to lean down and kiss the smaller girl. That didn’t sit well with Moira.
And later in the bar, Cass had been encouraging that new girl — Veronica, was it? — to get in bed with Lucky. Hell, Moira hadn’t even gotten any farther than a kiss yet… From what she understood, people didn’t fuck so soon after meeting one another. Then again, that Cass girl was proof to the opposite. She’d been seeing Harkness, and then suddenly, she was giving her soul up to this Benny guy… Ugh. Moira didn’t understand love at all.
She led a very sheltered life, so what she knew about love and relationships was very limited. She knew that when people loved each other, they spent a lot of time together, because being with the other person made them happy. The person you loved made you feel accepted and wanted, and… well, that’s how she felt around Lucky.
So you harbor, standing idly by.
Indiscretions slowly turn into lies.
You’re half-empty; they don’t know how it feels…
Ever since she came to the Mojave region, the younger female was the only person that ever made her feel like she truly belonged. Their adventures in the Wasteland together were priceless to Moira, not just because she got her hands on some valuable research, or because she got to experience it first-hand, but because she was able to make memories with someone that she really cared about. Lucky was more than an assistant to her. She was a partner. A friend — something that Moira hadn’t really ever had before.
Admittedly, she was a bit taken aback when Lucky first kissed her, but over time, she had come to enjoy and look forward to the little affectionate display. The more passionate kiss the two had shared after Moira’s suggestion to blow up an abandoned house instead of a car had rattled her to the core, and weighed on her heart even more heavily now. It still made heat erupt on her face, her pale cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.
No… she couldn’t think of that now. It hurt too much. With a sigh, she continued walking, her head hung low.
In all the time she’d spent in the Mojave thus far, she’d never felt so alone.
But you can’t go on;
No, you can’t even talk.
The future says “run”,
But you can’t even walk.
Two Peas in a Pod
The Courier glanced back at Moira, a bit calmer with the chance to catch her breath and organize her thoughts. She wasn’t sure whether the heat was finally getting to her or she’d just used up all her charm on turning Oliver away after Hoover Dam. She hadn’t always been this awkward, she was sure of it.
Running and finger along her scar she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Mormon Fort and then… well… I’ll take you to Mick and Ralph’s.” She chuckled and shrugged. “If you can still stand after all the junk you see in there, I think we’ll head to McCarren. We can ride the monorail in. After all, they still owe me for saving it from getting blown up in the first place.”
Lucky didn’t have to worry; Moira wasn’t exactly a smooth charmer either. In fact, she’d never even been in a relationship before, so she wasn’t the most experienced person when it came to carrying on a conversation or talking to people in general.
“Who are Mick and Ralph?” she said curiously, tilting her head. She immediately perked up at hearing the word ‘junk’, however, and grinned like an excited child. “Do they own a shop? Oooh, is it a junk shop? Huh?”
Two Peas in a Pod
The Courier shook her head and started towards the elevator. “N-no. Just… warm. It’s warm in here. Uh, so I made a few copies of my maps for you.”
Lucky tugged out a large bundle of rolled papers and handed them over to Moira. “I figured you might find them helpful, and I’ve been all over and like charting…” She shrugged and adjusted the heavy pack on her back.
“A-anyway, let’s get going.”
“Ooh, thank you!” She grinned down at the other female and gently tucked the maps away inside her bag before reaching up to tie her bright red hair back into its usual ponytail. The papers would certainly come in handy when she wrote her book… Maybe she’d even be able to include smaller versions for her readers to use! That sounded handy, right? Right.
”Where are we headed first, O Great Explorer?”
Two Peas in a Pod
Lucky flushed as the other woman motioned her in, despite her state of undress. “Wh-uh… okay,” she muttered, keeping her eyes deliberately on the other wall.
Perhaps space was a bit more limited in DC, or Moira was used to being nonchalant and open with her traveling companions. The Courier cleared her throat and glanced down as the towel drop, pretending to be very interested in the handle of her 10mm.
“I… well… I thought the Mormon Fort and maybe McCarren, if they’ll let me in. The NCR isn’t too happy with me at the moment. They wanted to take Vegas for themselves but I wouldn’t let them. Not that I think I’m running it any better… or at all. I let the Followers handle most of that. It’s mostly decided by a Council in Freeside. Seems fair…”
Lucky trailed off, unable to keep her train of thought in line. “Uh… anyway… as you found… we have running, hot showers here on the Strip. We’re trying to set up some public ones… I-I’ll just go until you’re dressed,” she finished, sidling out of the room.
“Ooh, I bet I could talk to them for you! I’m very persuasive…”
Eventually, she finished pulling her clothes on, only to find that Lucky had vanished. “Oh…” she said with a frown, tapping her chin with her index finger. Well, it looked like it was her job to go find her little traveling partner!
Luckily, she didn’t have to go far; the younger woman was waiting outside, red in the face.
“Oh dear, do you have a fever? I’m sure I have something for that…”
Two Peas in a Pod
Lucky stumbled out of her room and into the elevator, various charts and maps she’d amassed or drawn herself jutting out from her scavenging pack. She counted the dynamite attached to the (Cass labeled) dyno-belt slung over her chest as the lift moved down.
“Back up ammo, water, some salt tablets…” she muttered as the doors slid open with a loud whoosh. It seemed as if she had everything she’d need for her trip into the Mojave with the newly arrived author.
She grinned and adjusted the filthy goggles atop her head. It still seemed too good to be true, meeting with the author of one of the few books she enjoyed. The Wasteland Survival Guide had had a lot of useful tips in it and had saved her and Arcade from getting blown up several times. She’d been about to use the thing to kindle a fire on her way out of Goodsprings when she’d dropped it open to reveal a page detailing the anatomy of a landmine.
The Courier pounded on the door of the suite she’d given to Moira and stood back, waiting for a response.
“Just a minute!” she called out as she raced to the door, flinging it open. She was clad only in a towel, having just climbed out of the shower, her bright red hair wet and falling around her shoulders. “Oh, hey there! Sorry, I woke up a little later than I expected…”
With an embarrassed grin, she stepped aside and allowed Lucky to step into the suite before retreating to her dresser to pull out her freshly-washed jumpsuit. “So, new assistant, where are we going today?”
Hell, they were both females, so she didn’t really see a problem in dropping the towel around her ankles and slipping into her underwear and bra, followed by her jumpsuit and boots. If they were going to be traveling together, they needed to get comfortable around each other anyway.
Craterside Supply - 11:00 PM.
Night had fallen over the town of Megaton, the moonlight illuminating the pieces of scrap metal that made up the walls, buildings, walkways, and just about anything else in sight. Moira was in the middle of cleaning up her shop, getting ready to close for the night. It had been another mundane day - buying, selling, trading, repairing - but for whatever reason, she was incredibly tired. With a yawn, she ran a hand through her bright red hair and leaned onto the broom, propping herself up.
A young man made his way through the town, fighting against fatigue and injuries. As he stepped up to Craterside Supply, he didn’t bother knocking; the door burst open a moment later, and he stepped inside. His blue eyes caught sight of a familiar redhead, his blonde hair swishing as he shook his head. In his hand, he held a chain of live, undetonated mines.
She yawned again and looked over at the door as he entered, ready to snap at whoever was forcing their way inside after closing time. Upon seeing who it was, however, she immediately brightened and smiled, waving tiredly. After setting the broom aside, she walked over to him, looking giddy.
“Oooh, you got the mines!” she gushed, fighting through the fatigue washing over her body to try and sound like her normal, peppy self.
Nodding, the blonde walked quietly over to the counter and set the mines down with delicate care. The particular task she’d sent him on today had been long and taxing. “Any other suicidal requests up your sleeve, or does your sadism actually know boundaries?”
“Oh, don’t be silly. You’re done for the day,” she said in response, swatting at his arm as she looked over the mines with barely-contained glee. She could hardly wait to open one of these babies up and look inside… but that would have to wait until after she’d had some rest. Couldn’t have her hands shaking from lack of sleep, lest she make one wrong move and blow herself up.
“For the day?” the young man asked, scowling. “You said this was the last assignment, Moira. Get somebody else to do your dirty work. I’m done.”
And with that, he stormed out of the shop and slammed the door closed behind him, leaving a speechless Moira staring at the doorway in his wake.
“… awh. Looks like I’m gonna need a new assistant.”