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1. Angst
Cattiebrie kicked a rock and watched it bounce before looking bleakly to the horizon. She had to keep going. She had to. Zeke had talked about going back to Bucket Town. Now he couldn't do it. So she had to do it for him.
Her feet were swollen and bleeding from all her walking. Her skin was covered in bruises and cuts and bugs had attacked her voraciously.
She kept putting one foot in front of the other.
I can't do this anymore.
From somewhere inside her, a voice rose up. I can do this one more step.
She took another step.
I can't.
One more step.
She took another step.
She lost count of how many times that repeated, and eventually she stopped the "I can't"s and simply kept telling herself she could take one more step and proving herself right until she no longer could and collapsed for the night.
The next morning, she started the process all over again.
2. AU
Cattiebrie and Zeke sat next to each other on a porch in their rocking chairs, watching the sun go down in a pretty display of colors. She allowed herself to lose herself to the memories of their lives together. When they first met, and the second day they were together they came to a fork in the road and decided to go left instead of right. The day they decided to get hitched. The day she told him she was pregnant, and saw the look of joy in his face. The day she had to tell him through tears that she'd miscarried and they'd cried together. And other memories, flipping through her mind like old photographs.
They'd had a good life.
All because they'd gone left instead of right, even though they didn't know that.
3. Crack
Sam had gone off looking for a stream, so that the three could refill their skins. He was heading back to camp, and had crossed behind a rock, when he heard Orion's voice. "I never realized how hard it could get."
Cattiebrie grunted softly, her voice husky. "It's never the same way twice."
Sam's eyes widened, as he continued to listen.
"What's wrong?"
"Too big. Not fitting." The words came out between huffs of air.
Orion swor softly. "And how are we supposed to fix that?"
"Just keep shoving. We have it aligned with the hole."
When Sam couldn't take his curiousity anymore and peeked behind the boulder, he rolled his eyes when he saw Orion shoving against a bottle, Cattiebrie pushing against a cork.
4. Crossover
Cattiebrie blinked hard when a blue metal box with glass appeared in the middle of the field she was standing in. She approached cautiously, before part of the large box opened outwards like a door and three people, a woman and two men, exited. One of the men was long and stringy, all knobs and angles and planes, and no softness to him. He called the other two "Jack" and "Rose". When the girl opened her mouth to speak, she referred to Awkward Looking Man as "Doctor". The three communicated to each other a little longer, before entering the box again, and the box disappeared.
This was one story Cattiebrie had no intention whatsoever of sharing with anyone.
5. First Time
Cattiebrie licked her lips. "This is my first time." Her words came out in a low whisper, her husky voice carrying to his ears.
"Really? How have you not done this before?" His amusement rode on his voice.
She jerked her shoulders in a hard shrug. "Don't know. Just haven't."
He handed her her shot and watched her face as she tipped her head back, pouring the contents down her throat and grimaced at the taste. "Cheers."
6. Fluff
Cattiebrie didn't feel safe. Kinda ever, really. It's just one of those things, and she'd long since gotten used to it.
But sitting on her rock in silence with Orion was one of those few times. The sun shone bright around them, and some wildflowers were blooming. They were sitting back to back, leaning against each other, and everything just felt right and Cattiebrie knew she was right where she belonged.
She only hoped Orion felt the same way.
7. Humor
Orion blinked slowly, his amber eyes meeting her brown ones. "You're hanging upside down from a tree."
Cattiebrie nodded. "It's relaxing."
"How can hanging upside down be relaxing?"
She smiled. "It's peaceful. And it gives me a fresh perspective on things. Like the fact that Sam has a bald spot."
Sam squawked in outrage as a small smile came to Orion's lips.
8. Hurt/Comfort
Cattiebrie tugged her legs to her chest and ignored the tears plopping onto the knees of her jeans.
Harden yourself. Be a stone. Be a stone.
The tears continued to streak down her face as she cried quietly, almost soundlessly. She'd perfected the art of crying in such a manner years ago, because if she ever cried loud enough to be heard, no matter from how far away, the beatings would be that much worse.
Orion sat down next to her and did what she needed him to do. He sat there quietly, sitting close enough they were touching, but he made no move to embrace her, for the embrace would go against both their natures.
The tears continued to fall, and Cattiebrie absorbed the only touch she could accept without her body freezing up and the fear kicking in and the "Ohgodohgodohgodmustescapenow" rising up in her. This was a non threatening touch. Even something as simple and innocuous as a handshake could cause the fear to overwhelm her.
Except with Orion. Orion was only the second person who could touch her without causing her to get her freak on.
When Sam came back to their little camp, he found the two asleep, sitting down. He smiled to himself, stretched them out next to each other- but still not embracing- and draped a blanket over them before sitting down himself to keep watch over his friends.
9. Action
Cattiebrie muttered a curse. "Raiders." The word came out sharp and terse, and she came out of the tree from her lookout position so fast that it almost looked like falling, and she was pretty sure she left a piece of her leather jacket up in the tree where a hole caught on a branch.
She didn't really care right then. Right in that moment, she had bigger things to deal with than her jacket.
The three of them, she, Orion and Sam, took up their spots behind the rocks, using the big rocks as cover, as they waited for the small group of Raiders to get close enough for them to shoot at.
When it was over, they scavenged the dead raiders for any supplies they might have, before Sam patched them up and they headed away from there for the night, just in case any Raiders came after their comrades.
10. UST
Cattiebrie blinked slowly, realizing she'd been looking into Orion's eyes just a little too long. She felt the blush rise in her face. But she also knew that she didn't necessarily need to say anything to try to fix it- so she didn't. Instead, she simply looked away, and he let her and didn't call her on it.
If she'd had a more innocent childhood, then perhaps she would have said that she had a crush on Orion.
But she hadn't, so she didn't actually know what was going on. All she knew was that she had these thoughts and feelings that she didn't know what to do with-
-but she did know what she wasn't going to do with them, and that was to act on them.
Cattiebrie kicked a rock and watched it bounce before looking bleakly to the horizon. She had to keep going. She had to. Zeke had talked about going back to Bucket Town. Now he couldn't do it. So she had to do it for him.
Her feet were swollen and bleeding from all her walking. Her skin was covered in bruises and cuts and bugs had attacked her voraciously.
She kept putting one foot in front of the other.
I can't do this anymore.
From somewhere inside her, a voice rose up. I can do this one more step.
She took another step.
I can't.
One more step.
She took another step.
She lost count of how many times that repeated, and eventually she stopped the "I can't"s and simply kept telling herself she could take one more step and proving herself right until she no longer could and collapsed for the night.
The next morning, she started the process all over again.
2. AU
Cattiebrie and Zeke sat next to each other on a porch in their rocking chairs, watching the sun go down in a pretty display of colors. She allowed herself to lose herself to the memories of their lives together. When they first met, and the second day they were together they came to a fork in the road and decided to go left instead of right. The day they decided to get hitched. The day she told him she was pregnant, and saw the look of joy in his face. The day she had to tell him through tears that she'd miscarried and they'd cried together. And other memories, flipping through her mind like old photographs.
They'd had a good life.
All because they'd gone left instead of right, even though they didn't know that.
3. Crack
Sam had gone off looking for a stream, so that the three could refill their skins. He was heading back to camp, and had crossed behind a rock, when he heard Orion's voice. "I never realized how hard it could get."
Cattiebrie grunted softly, her voice husky. "It's never the same way twice."
Sam's eyes widened, as he continued to listen.
"What's wrong?"
"Too big. Not fitting." The words came out between huffs of air.
Orion swor softly. "And how are we supposed to fix that?"
"Just keep shoving. We have it aligned with the hole."
When Sam couldn't take his curiousity anymore and peeked behind the boulder, he rolled his eyes when he saw Orion shoving against a bottle, Cattiebrie pushing against a cork.
4. Crossover
Cattiebrie blinked hard when a blue metal box with glass appeared in the middle of the field she was standing in. She approached cautiously, before part of the large box opened outwards like a door and three people, a woman and two men, exited. One of the men was long and stringy, all knobs and angles and planes, and no softness to him. He called the other two "Jack" and "Rose". When the girl opened her mouth to speak, she referred to Awkward Looking Man as "Doctor". The three communicated to each other a little longer, before entering the box again, and the box disappeared.
This was one story Cattiebrie had no intention whatsoever of sharing with anyone.
5. First Time
Cattiebrie licked her lips. "This is my first time." Her words came out in a low whisper, her husky voice carrying to his ears.
"Really? How have you not done this before?" His amusement rode on his voice.
She jerked her shoulders in a hard shrug. "Don't know. Just haven't."
He handed her her shot and watched her face as she tipped her head back, pouring the contents down her throat and grimaced at the taste. "Cheers."
6. Fluff
Cattiebrie didn't feel safe. Kinda ever, really. It's just one of those things, and she'd long since gotten used to it.
But sitting on her rock in silence with Orion was one of those few times. The sun shone bright around them, and some wildflowers were blooming. They were sitting back to back, leaning against each other, and everything just felt right and Cattiebrie knew she was right where she belonged.
She only hoped Orion felt the same way.
7. Humor
Orion blinked slowly, his amber eyes meeting her brown ones. "You're hanging upside down from a tree."
Cattiebrie nodded. "It's relaxing."
"How can hanging upside down be relaxing?"
She smiled. "It's peaceful. And it gives me a fresh perspective on things. Like the fact that Sam has a bald spot."
Sam squawked in outrage as a small smile came to Orion's lips.
8. Hurt/Comfort
Cattiebrie tugged her legs to her chest and ignored the tears plopping onto the knees of her jeans.
Harden yourself. Be a stone. Be a stone.
The tears continued to streak down her face as she cried quietly, almost soundlessly. She'd perfected the art of crying in such a manner years ago, because if she ever cried loud enough to be heard, no matter from how far away, the beatings would be that much worse.
Orion sat down next to her and did what she needed him to do. He sat there quietly, sitting close enough they were touching, but he made no move to embrace her, for the embrace would go against both their natures.
The tears continued to fall, and Cattiebrie absorbed the only touch she could accept without her body freezing up and the fear kicking in and the "Ohgodohgodohgodmustescapenow" rising up in her. This was a non threatening touch. Even something as simple and innocuous as a handshake could cause the fear to overwhelm her.
Except with Orion. Orion was only the second person who could touch her without causing her to get her freak on.
When Sam came back to their little camp, he found the two asleep, sitting down. He smiled to himself, stretched them out next to each other- but still not embracing- and draped a blanket over them before sitting down himself to keep watch over his friends.
9. Action
Cattiebrie muttered a curse. "Raiders." The word came out sharp and terse, and she came out of the tree from her lookout position so fast that it almost looked like falling, and she was pretty sure she left a piece of her leather jacket up in the tree where a hole caught on a branch.
She didn't really care right then. Right in that moment, she had bigger things to deal with than her jacket.
The three of them, she, Orion and Sam, took up their spots behind the rocks, using the big rocks as cover, as they waited for the small group of Raiders to get close enough for them to shoot at.
When it was over, they scavenged the dead raiders for any supplies they might have, before Sam patched them up and they headed away from there for the night, just in case any Raiders came after their comrades.
10. UST
Cattiebrie blinked slowly, realizing she'd been looking into Orion's eyes just a little too long. She felt the blush rise in her face. But she also knew that she didn't necessarily need to say anything to try to fix it- so she didn't. Instead, she simply looked away, and he let her and didn't call her on it.
If she'd had a more innocent childhood, then perhaps she would have said that she had a crush on Orion.
But she hadn't, so she didn't actually know what was going on. All she knew was that she had these thoughts and feelings that she didn't know what to do with-
-but she did know what she wasn't going to do with them, and that was to act on them.