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A short AU ficlet; what'd happen if Bridget Jones wound up in Twohyverse?
Complete emotional catharthis. No beta.
It used to be I didn't care about this little bitch deathcult and their promised land. Could not have given a shit.
...times have changed. I have to find their promised land so they'll let me go. I've got to get off this ship-- gotta get her off this ship.
I keep an eye on her, all the time, every day since she showed up here, wandering around some deserted planet and looking all lost.
I know she's here because I wanted her so bad. No other reason. And yeah, that bothers me. This ain't her place, this big gunmetal beehive they call a ship. All ugly and gothic. She stands out like a diamond-- smiles more'n anyone here, dresses in bright colors...
I love her like it hurts. I'm so glad she's here, but I know it'd be better for her if she was safe-- she's not safe here, not with the Dame nosing around for any leverage she can get to pry me out and get her husband into the big seat. Like I wouldn't leave if they let me. She doesn't belong out here in the big black empty.
If she was just on the Island with O-Ren, she could protect her-- if she was in London with the lawyer, he could provide.
I can't provide. Not what she needs. Not what--
I won't let down another person I care about. I won't. Every time I've let someone in, I've lost'm. I let a whole fucking island into my heart, and I lost that, too.
I won't lose her.
Ain't gonna lose either of them.
I come up behind her while she's looking out the window. She's taking it okay, being out here. So far. Maybe she's in denial. Maybe she really doesn't mind. I dunno. I worry. I've tried to give her everything to make her comfortable...
I put my arms around her, one on her stomach. Getting rounder-- firmer. Bury my nose in her hair, soak up the smell of her all bright and sunshine. Hold her-- she fits in my arms so good. Perfect.
"I got connections," I tell her after a while. "Some people on Helion Prime, they'll put us up. Soon, baby, I swear... we can ship these assholes off to underverse and you and me can go settle."
I'll make myself a new life. New name, new look, do something about the eyes. Just keep her safe and living quiet.
"It sounds lovely," she tells me, leaning back. "That's the sunny place, isn't it?"
I nod. My chin's against her hair, she can feel it.
"I swear, babe. Our kid's gonna be born on a planet. With a home to live in. I swear."
"I know, Richard." She turns around, a little clumsily, and wraps her arms around my neck. "I trust you."
She does. That's the worst part.
Complete emotional catharthis. No beta.
It used to be I didn't care about this little bitch deathcult and their promised land. Could not have given a shit.
...times have changed. I have to find their promised land so they'll let me go. I've got to get off this ship-- gotta get her off this ship.
I keep an eye on her, all the time, every day since she showed up here, wandering around some deserted planet and looking all lost.
I know she's here because I wanted her so bad. No other reason. And yeah, that bothers me. This ain't her place, this big gunmetal beehive they call a ship. All ugly and gothic. She stands out like a diamond-- smiles more'n anyone here, dresses in bright colors...
I love her like it hurts. I'm so glad she's here, but I know it'd be better for her if she was safe-- she's not safe here, not with the Dame nosing around for any leverage she can get to pry me out and get her husband into the big seat. Like I wouldn't leave if they let me. She doesn't belong out here in the big black empty.
If she was just on the Island with O-Ren, she could protect her-- if she was in London with the lawyer, he could provide.
I can't provide. Not what she needs. Not what--
I won't let down another person I care about. I won't. Every time I've let someone in, I've lost'm. I let a whole fucking island into my heart, and I lost that, too.
I won't lose her.
Ain't gonna lose either of them.
I come up behind her while she's looking out the window. She's taking it okay, being out here. So far. Maybe she's in denial. Maybe she really doesn't mind. I dunno. I worry. I've tried to give her everything to make her comfortable...
I put my arms around her, one on her stomach. Getting rounder-- firmer. Bury my nose in her hair, soak up the smell of her all bright and sunshine. Hold her-- she fits in my arms so good. Perfect.
"I got connections," I tell her after a while. "Some people on Helion Prime, they'll put us up. Soon, baby, I swear... we can ship these assholes off to underverse and you and me can go settle."
I'll make myself a new life. New name, new look, do something about the eyes. Just keep her safe and living quiet.
"It sounds lovely," she tells me, leaning back. "That's the sunny place, isn't it?"
I nod. My chin's against her hair, she can feel it.
"I swear, babe. Our kid's gonna be born on a planet. With a home to live in. I swear."
"I know, Richard." She turns around, a little clumsily, and wraps her arms around my neck. "I trust you."
She does. That's the worst part.