BLU's Happy Place

[bye_to_yer_head]

Who: BLU Sniper bye_to_yer_head and YOU!
Where: Welcome t' Australia mate! And you didn't even have to get up.
Rating: PG at the most. (shockingly)
Summary: BLU may be a miserable alcoholic, but somewhere, locked away in his mind, is something far, far better. The man he used to be.

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For what seemed like the tenth time, RED opened his eyes to find he was no longer in Paradise or in his bed with Pyro, but somewhere else completely; however, as frustrated as he got with what was apparently the end of him ever sleeping peacefully again, he was occasionally surprised in a good way by what he wandered into.

Australia again- he pushed the eared hood off his head, landscape striking familiar chords in him immediately. That was a comfort. More reassuring was when he spotted someone he recognized: his rival, carving away while waiting for the fish to bite. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all.

Pushing himself off the ground, RED wandered to him. This had to be a dream, he thought- he didn't need his crutches for even a second to walk.

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"We don't talk about it much," RED said, running his hand through his hair again. "She doesn't take people leavin' all that well." And he already knew the depths to which he could sink without her.

"I don't even know what happens when ya go back. If you remember this place or not." He didn't look particularly happy about the prospect of forgetting all he'd gained in Paradise entirely; however, the thought they might remember, but could no longer have their relationship and keep their jobs, settled no better with him.

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"Th' bloke that runs th' radio station went home and came back, said he didn't remember none of it when he got home. Don't know how I feel 'bout that."

He tucked the carving into his shirt pocket, doffing his hat so he could run both hands through his hair. "So ya really should make th' most of it while ya can. In case it all ends."

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RED's eyes followed the bird as it was tucked away. Making the most of it while he could- as much as a part of him still fought the notion of pursuing anything with Pyro at all, he knew BLU was right, being the one with the experience. It was apparent that whatever he'd had was gone; the man sitting before him, while still the same person, had been changed by the losses he'd suffered. As much as RED could see himself in his rival at times, he did not want to be the broken man he'd seen on the communicator. He'd been there once already, and it was an experience he hoped to never repeat

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"Aces mate. It's all worth it." He stood up, putting his hat back on and reeling in his empty fishing line. Gathering the few fish he had caught in a bucket he turned towards the truck. "I know it ain't real but..." His smile was bittersweet as he glanced back at RED before walking away towards the truck. "Can't blame me fer wantin' it t' be."

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RED said nothing, his only response returning that smile to his rival. He tried to keep his nose out of BLU's private life, but what little he did know of it spoke volumes: there had been better times for him. Who could blame him for wanting them back? Not RED, certainly. He'd been fighting since his arrival in Paradise to return to the times he preferred, back where he had his job and hardly a worry in the world, save for what a disappointment he was to his parents.

Of course, there was no going back sometimes- not with Pyro and himself, and not with BLU and the life he'd once had. All they could do was keep moving and adapt to the world as it moved around them. It was easier said than done, but if BLU could manage, then so could he.