All greatness stands firm

I'm Rust, I'm the leader of the Jets. I'm sort of a loner.

[darkness-bemyfriend]

[in-a-dazey]

Daze’s hands trembled as she opened the door to the van. “We can’t afford the hospital!” she yelled to Rust, holding onto Kitty’s hand. Kitty was breathing hard, her face was turning red, and all Daze could do was watch her suffer. She could tell when Kitty was having a contraction because she screamed bloody murder and arched her back, squishing up her nose. It was terrifying. Daze’s face felt hot as her words sunk in. Daze was going to be delivering this baby.

“I can’t! I don’t know how to deliver a baby! Rust! Help me!” Daze screamed, not knowing what to do. She felt very of out place in this situation. “Um, Kitty, what do I do first?

[rusty-rust]

"We can't afford the hospital!" Rust breathed heavily, his head drowning in his own manic thoughts. His hard was pounding hard against his chest, he mumbled to himself. Rust knew he needed to get them to somewhere safe, somewhere with a doctor or something, not the undergrounds, and hospital wasn't an option. "Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic." He whispered to himself. Where would he drive to? Somewhere warm, with medical supplies or something. He thought of his father. His father's house. Medical supplies. It was close, only a few blocks away. He promised himself that he wouldn't go back, but there was no other option now. Thrusting the keys quickly in the ignition he shouted back, "Daze?! Daze, listen to me okay? Support her, I'll drive steady, we're just going round the corner okay? Just tell her to push or something!" He drove fast and steady, luckily the back of the van was empty.

[darkness-bemyfriend]

[in-a-dazey]

rusty-rust:

“I don’t know, Rust. She was lost, there was a fire, she’s pregnant. I think she’s pregnant,” Daze stuttered, as Rust lifted Kitty into his arms. She felt Kitty’s cold hands clutching her, and she gave them a slight squeeze. Barely making out her words, Daze felt that Kitty and her baby’s lives in her hands. “It’s going to be fine, Kitty. Keep your eyes open,” she whispered, salty tears filling her wide eyes.

She had no idea how far along Kitty was, or what was wrong with her. She felt useless to the whole situation, she knew nothing about babies. She had managed to let her own little sister killed, with her luck Kitty’s baby would die. She felt empty again, a failure, a disgrace to the world, to her gang. Cloud had left, she hadn’t seen Lucy in so long. Looking up at Rust, she saw his face looked similar to hers. Would he know what to do? Tales would know what to do, but it had been so long since she’d seen him. She abandoned him, like the stupid girl she was. “We have to do something, what do we do?” she asked shakily, looking at Rust’s ungroomed face. Her fingers shook as she stroked Kitty’s hair, trying to think of a plan. The old Daze would know what to do. But she left long ago, and she hadn’t returned since.

[rusty-rust]

Manic thoughts darting around inside Rust's head, he thought of Baby and how tiny she was when he first found her. Her little back wasn't much bigger than his hand and she could hardly wrap her tiny fingers around his thumb. “We have to do something, what do we do?” Rust bit down hard on his bottom lip, he had done so many different things that required courage; committing patricide, raising a little girl in dark tunnels, countless gang fights, watching little orphan girls die, making the Jets and watching them fail.. but in this situation he felt different, the fear was a different type of fear, if he failed, it would be the end of him.

Swallowing hard he directed his gaze to Daze, "Hospital." He didn't trust his voice to say anything more, and so he scooped the dark haired girl up into his arms with a grunt before giving the blonde a knowing look and beginning to stumble towards the exit.

"Hey," He said huskily, looking down at the girl in his arms, "Stay awake, keep your eyes open for me, okay? That's all you need to do for now, just keep your eyes open and keep awake." He threw a glance to Daze as he staggered out of the undergrounds and towards his old van, "Open it for me, will you?"

[ohsomethingbeautiful]

[rusty-rust]

confused rust trying to birth a baby

[deluxer323-blog]

[darkness-bemyfriend]

[in-a-dazey]

Daze looked down as she felt a small squeeze to her hand. Hope rushed through her and she stood up, picking up Kitty’s small body and running back through the woods, to the familiar park that made her shudder. Her legs ached, but she kept running. She had no idea where to go, so she ran to The Undergrounds, into the Jets’ base. Rust would know exactly what to do. He had a child, he’d help. “It’s okay, Kitty. It’s gonna be okay,” she whispered, sniffling. Almost running into the door to Rust’s office, she arrived. Banging on the door, she yelled, “Rust! Rust, I need your help, please!”

She felt faint, and sat down on the ground, cradling Kitty in her arms. “Please, please, open your eyes, baby. Please,” she sobbed, playing with the rips in her jeans like she used to. Everything was about to come full circle, she could feel it.

[rusty-rust]

The gang had went to shit. Rust barely knew where half of the members where, pft, he thought, wouldn't be surprised if they had all ran off to the Casanovas. He frowned deeply, deep lines forming on his forehead. And then he sighed to himself, smacking his lips together. Don't think like that. He knew it was his own fault that the Jets hadn't been together. On the late, drunken nights he would mumble to himself, blaming everything he could on the orphan girls, but now they weren't 'the orphan girls' anymore and he had no-one to blame but himself. And so he did.

“Rust! Rust, I need your help, please!”

Her voice was muffled, and so were her knocks on his heavy office door, he had spent so much time trying to remove himself from the world that he had almost forgotten how to put himself back into it. "Huh.." Rust blinked hard, groaning as his fingernails dug into his chair.

There was a sobbing outside. Fatherly instincts immediately took over, and before he could think he was rushing towards the door. Rust could feel his heartbeat pounding in his skin as he pulled open the metal door. The sight stole the breath from his lips.

"Daze?"

He sunk to his knees, his voice weak, "Daze, what happened?" Daze cradled the other unresponsive girl. He felt useless, like his arms were too long and his legs were jelly-like and beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead, like he would before a fight. Swallowing hard he pulled the girl off of Daze, attempting to stand with her in his arms.

[pjkirch]

[rusty-rust]

With a sleepy yawn and a stretch Rust slowly woke, his brain a little numb. He had almost forgotten the night before until he turned his head to see a sleeping Mercedes. His widened eyes wouldn’t retract to their usual state and he swallowed hard. He calmed down after he slowly began to recall…

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

With her dreams of beautiful mountains and castles ending, Mercedes eyes opened, seeing the ceiling above her. With a yawn, she rolled over to see Rust smoking. It startled her for a moment, she had forgotten what happened the night before. With a small smile, she sat up. The bed was warm, she had felt like she was in a cocoon as slept.

Brushing hair out of her sleepy eyes, she looked at Rust. “Good morning,” she said softly. Her head was pounding, but she ignored it. It was just a hangover, which she had gotten used to by now. She planted a warm kiss on his cheek, and climbed out of the bed, wearing only her undergarments. There was a glass of water on the nightstand, and she took a slip before walking into the bathroom.

[rusty-rust]

He smiled crookedly as she kissed his cheek. Watching as she walked away he grinned, cigarette between his lips. “How’d you sleep?” He shifted, pulling himself out of bed and ruffling his hair. He dressed himself in some new jeans, he pulled on a button down shirt but didn’t bother to button it up. Rust thought that attempting to make pancakes most likely wasn’t the best idea, considering his cooking skills, “Where d’you want to go for breakfast? I’ll take you anywhere.”

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

“Wonderfully,” she called from the bathroom, smiling. She really had, up against the warmth of his body. His sly remarks sent tingles to her neck. She emerged from the bathroom in only one of his tshirts she had found, and sat on the bed. “There’s a diner just down the street, right? We could go there if they’re open,” She smiled up at him, wanting to wrap herself back in his arms for just a few more hours.

Playing with her ringlets, she smiled and walked to the his dresser, grabbing a pair of sweatpants. She didn’t look half bad in his clothes, and they smelled like him. “Would I embarass you too much if I went like this?”

[rusty-rust]

Rust took his wallet from the nightstand. He hardly ever used the thing, normally he’d just have food delivered to him by other Jets or steal his dinner. He felt obliged to act like a normal young guy, he wasn’t quite sure why, she was a Jet, after all. He turned his head to look at her. God, she looked beautiful. Even just woken standing in his shirt and sweatpants her smile warmed the room.”Embarrass me? You’re kidding, right?” He chuckled, “Of course you wouldn’t. The diner sounds great. They have nice waffles and stuff.” He liked that she was laid back with the way she looked, it sort of frustrated him when girls spent an hour of slapping on a shitload of make up and being fussy about what they wear.

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes smiled and took his hand, allowing him to lead her out the door. His hands were huge compared to his, but that only made her feel safe. His smoky smell lingered on his clothes, and all over Mercedes from sleeping in his bed. It was comforting, like being at home. The cold tunnels were no fight compared to the warmth of Rust. His room was cozy too, in Mercedes’, things were scattered about the floor and she had nothing but a blanket on her mattress. It was fit for a crack addict.

The sun looked as though it had been up for a few hours, she guessed it was around 10:00. The sun was up but wind blew around her face, causing her hair to fly all around, even in Rust’s face: untamed. She kept ahold of Rust tightly, wanting to stay close, knowing that nothing bad could happen with him there. He was the only one she trusted, and wanted him protecting her. It was similar to switching insanity for OCD. Or something like that. She just knew she needed to feel his closeness.

[rusty-rust]

Rust linked his fingers with hers, her hands were small and soft and fit perfectly in his. He lead her along the cold, drippy tunnels. Wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her close to him as they approached the surface onto the sun dappled streets. His hair tangled and danced in the breeze and he smiled, he liked being outside. 

He ushered her into the diner, the wind being replaced with warmth and a crackling song from the radio that sat somewhere in the kitchens. He picked the most comfortable looking booth for them both and sat opposite her. Buttoning up his shirt he smiled and handed her one of the little leaflet menus, “What do you think you’ll have?”

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes crossed her legs politely as the waitor approached them. “Can I have the pancakes and scrambled eggs? And Chai Tea?” she smiled at Rust and set her menu down, tapping her fingers on top of it. There was something about a perfect breakfast that made her sad, because she knew it meant she would have to leave soon. Her father and her had biscuits and gravy before he left for work, only to get hit by a bus. Mercedes didn’t remember her mother at all, she didn’t know what she looked like, or if she was even alive.

As her tea arrived, she took a small sip and blew at the steam that went spiraling above. She had a sad look in her eyes and she leant over to look at the news. There was a serial killer on the loose, why didn’t this surprise her? Life in a gang was crazy, she hardly had time to reflect on what had happened last night. “There’s a killer, they’re looking for ‘em.” She added alittle sugar to her tea and looked into Rust’s eyes.

[rusty-rust]

Rust smiled and nodded yes before calling over a waitress who was chewing on something and stood with her hands on her hips. He ordered a roll and bacon and some black coffee. 

As the food arrived he looked at her pensively for a few moments, she was a little sad of eye. He watched as she peered over at the news. He smirked, shaking his head, "I wouldn't be surprised if they were in our tunnels, if I'm honest. Most of the crazies in this city are." He winked and took a sip of his coffee. "I mean we do have those assassins, don't we.. Don't we? Man, I can barely remember." Shaking his head he looked up to her, hoping that he wasn't scaring her. "But don't worry. You're a Jet, with me nobody will touch you." It was quite a hefty thing to say, but he didn't regret saying it.  

[rusty-rust]

With a sleepy yawn and a stretch Rust slowly woke, his brain a little numb. He had almost forgotten the night before until he turned his head to see a sleeping Mercedes. His widened eyes wouldn’t retract to their usual state and he swallowed hard. He calmed down after he slowly began to recall…

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

With her dreams of beautiful mountains and castles ending, Mercedes eyes opened, seeing the ceiling above her. With a yawn, she rolled over to see Rust smoking. It startled her for a moment, she had forgotten what happened the night before. With a small smile, she sat up. The bed was warm, she had felt like she was in a cocoon as slept.

Brushing hair out of her sleepy eyes, she looked at Rust. “Good morning,” she said softly. Her head was pounding, but she ignored it. It was just a hangover, which she had gotten used to by now. She planted a warm kiss on his cheek, and climbed out of the bed, wearing only her undergarments. There was a glass of water on the nightstand, and she took a slip before walking into the bathroom.

[rusty-rust]

He smiled crookedly as she kissed his cheek. Watching as she walked away he grinned, cigarette between his lips. “How’d you sleep?” He shifted, pulling himself out of bed and ruffling his hair. He dressed himself in some new jeans, he pulled on a button down shirt but didn’t bother to button it up. Rust thought that attempting to make pancakes most likely wasn’t the best idea, considering his cooking skills, “Where d’you want to go for breakfast? I’ll take you anywhere.”

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

“Wonderfully,” she called from the bathroom, smiling. She really had, up against the warmth of his body. His sly remarks sent tingles to her neck. She emerged from the bathroom in only one of his tshirts she had found, and sat on the bed. “There’s a diner just down the street, right? We could go there if they’re open,” She smiled up at him, wanting to wrap herself back in his arms for just a few more hours.

Playing with her ringlets, she smiled and walked to the his dresser, grabbing a pair of sweatpants. She didn’t look half bad in his clothes, and they smelled like him. “Would I embarass you too much if I went like this?”

[rusty-rust]

Rust took his wallet from the nightstand. He hardly ever used the thing, normally he’d just have food delivered to him by other Jets or steal his dinner. He felt obliged to act like a normal young guy, he wasn’t quite sure why, she was a Jet, after all. He turned his head to look at her. God, she looked beautiful. Even just woken standing in his shirt and sweatpants her smile warmed the room.”Embarrass me? You’re kidding, right?” He chuckled, “Of course you wouldn’t. The diner sounds great. They have nice waffles and stuff.” He liked that she was laid back with the way she looked, it sort of frustrated him when girls spent an hour of slapping on a shitload of make up and being fussy about what they wear.

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes smiled and took his hand, allowing him to lead her out the door. His hands were huge compared to his, but that only made her feel safe. His smoky smell lingered on his clothes, and all over Mercedes from sleeping in his bed. It was comforting, like being at home. The cold tunnels were no fight compared to the warmth of Rust. His room was cozy too, in Mercedes’, things were scattered about the floor and she had nothing but a blanket on her mattress. It was fit for a crack addict.

The sun looked as though it had been up for a few hours, she guessed it was around 10:00. The sun was up but wind blew around her face, causing her hair to fly all around, even in Rust’s face: untamed. She kept ahold of Rust tightly, wanting to stay close, knowing that nothing bad could happen with him there. He was the only one she trusted, and wanted him protecting her. It was similar to switching insanity for OCD. Or something like that. She just knew she needed to feel his closeness.

[rusty-rust]

Rust linked his fingers with hers, her hands were small and soft and fit perfectly in his. He lead her along the cold, drippy tunnels. Wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her close to him as they approached the surface onto the sun dappled streets. His hair tangled and danced in the breeze and he smiled, he liked being outside. 

He ushered her into the diner, the wind being replaced with warmth and a crackling song from the radio that sat somewhere in the kitchens. He picked the most comfortable looking booth for them both and sat opposite her. Buttoning up his shirt he smiled and handed her one of the little leaflet menus, "What do you think you'll have?"

[rusty-rust]

With a sleepy yawn and a stretch Rust slowly woke, his brain a little numb. He had almost forgotten the night before until he turned his head to see a sleeping Mercedes. His widened eyes wouldn’t retract to their usual state and he swallowed hard. He calmed down after he slowly began to recall…

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

With her dreams of beautiful mountains and castles ending, Mercedes eyes opened, seeing the ceiling above her. With a yawn, she rolled over to see Rust smoking. It startled her for a moment, she had forgotten what happened the night before. With a small smile, she sat up. The bed was warm, she had felt like she was in a cocoon as slept.

Brushing hair out of her sleepy eyes, she looked at Rust. “Good morning,” she said softly. Her head was pounding, but she ignored it. It was just a hangover, which she had gotten used to by now. She planted a warm kiss on his cheek, and climbed out of the bed, wearing only her undergarments. There was a glass of water on the nightstand, and she took a slip before walking into the bathroom.

[rusty-rust]

He smiled crookedly as she kissed his cheek. Watching as she walked away he grinned, cigarette between his lips. “How’d you sleep?” He shifted, pulling himself out of bed and ruffling his hair. He dressed himself in some new jeans, he pulled on a button down shirt but didn’t bother to button it up. Rust thought that attempting to make pancakes most likely wasn’t the best idea, considering his cooking skills, “Where d’you want to go for breakfast? I’ll take you anywhere.”

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

“Wonderfully,” she called from the bathroom, smiling. She really had, up against the warmth of his body. His sly remarks sent tingles to her neck. She emerged from the bathroom in only one of his tshirts she had found, and sat on the bed. “There’s a diner just down the street, right? We could go there if they’re open,” She smiled up at him, wanting to wrap herself back in his arms for just a few more hours.

Playing with her ringlets, she smiled and walked to the his dresser, grabbing a pair of sweatpants. She didn’t look half bad in his clothes, and they smelled like him. “Would I embarass you too much if I went like this?”

[rusty-rust]

Rust took his wallet from the nightstand. He hardly ever used the thing, normally he'd just have food delivered to him by other Jets or steal his dinner. He felt obliged to act like a normal young guy, he wasn't quite sure why, she was a Jet, after all. He turned his head to look at her. God, she looked beautiful. Even just woken standing in his shirt and sweatpants her smile warmed the room."Embarrass me? You're kidding, right?" He chuckled, "Of course you wouldn't. The diner sounds great. They have nice waffles and stuff." He liked that she was laid back with the way she looked, it sort of frustrated him when girls spent an hour of slapping on a shitload of make up and being fussy about what they wear.

[rusty-rust]

With a sleepy yawn and a stretch Rust slowly woke, his brain a little numb. He had almost forgotten the night before until he turned his head to see a sleeping Mercedes. His widened eyes wouldn’t retract to their usual state and he swallowed hard. He calmed down after he slowly began to recall…

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

With her dreams of beautiful mountains and castles ending, Mercedes eyes opened, seeing the ceiling above her. With a yawn, she rolled over to see Rust smoking. It startled her for a moment, she had forgotten what happened the night before. With a small smile, she sat up. The bed was warm, she had felt like she was in a cocoon as slept.

Brushing hair out of her sleepy eyes, she looked at Rust. “Good morning,” she said softly. Her head was pounding, but she ignored it. It was just a hangover, which she had gotten used to by now. She planted a warm kiss on his cheek, and climbed out of the bed, wearing only her undergarments. There was a glass of water on the nightstand, and she took a slip before walking into the bathroom.

[rusty-rust]

He smiled crookedly as she kissed his cheek. Watching as she walked away he grinned, cigarette between his lips. "How'd you sleep?" He shifted, pulling himself out of bed and ruffling his hair. He dressed himself in some new jeans, he pulled on a button down shirt but didn't bother to button it up. Rust thought that attempting to make pancakes most likely wasn't the best idea, considering his cooking skills, "Where d'you want to go for breakfast? I'll take you anywhere."

[joshramsay55-deactivated2015062]

[rusty-rust]

Rust & Mercedes // The Morning After

With a sleepy yawn and a stretch Rust slowly woke, his brain a little numb. He had almost forgotten the night before until he turned his head to see a sleeping Mercedes. His widened eyes wouldn't retract to their usual state and he swallowed hard. He calmed down after he slowly began to recall everything. Rust noticed how sweet she looked when she slept, her soft blonde hair framing her angelic features. 

Rust reached for his packet of cigarettes at lighter that lay beside his bed, placing the filter loosely between his lips. Lighting it he tilted his head to look at her, thinking of what he could make for breakfast. Pancakes? She must like pancakes, right? He ruffled his hair, taking a long draw of the cigarette. 

[sourtsunami]

[rusty-rust]

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes glowed as their fingers slipped together, as if they were the perfect fit. Lifting her head slightly, she pressed her lips against his, they tasted smoky, yet safe. She trusted him, she believed he wouldn’t ever try to hurt her.

Her mind was spinning as they kissed, time seemed to slow. Their fingers were still locked together, and Mercedes vanilla hair swept over her eyes. She only had her towel and Rust’s blankets on her, but she wasn’t exposed. Everything was completely innocent.

[rusty-rust]

Rust gently returned the kiss, alcohol lingered on her breath, although he could taste the sweetness in it. His hands ended up in her hair, and when he pulled away he looked down at her, his expression was serious and a little surprised. She looked so innocent and sweet.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, “You can stay here any time, darling.” He mumbled into her skin. 

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

With her hand grasping Rust’s shirt, she gently pulled him on top of her. His sweet aroma surrounded her like a warm blanket. His chest was pressed against hers anchoring her to the mattress. Slowly and innocently, she slipped off his shirt and smiled as his warm skin caressed hers.

With every touch came an electric shock, sending shivers down Mercedes’ spine. She lifted up the blanket so that Rust could slither underneath it, only a towel covered Mercedes.

[rusty-rust]

He gently traced his lips across her skin, leaving kisses on her jawline and neck. He slipped underneath the blanket and placed his hands on her waist covered by the towel. He smiled in between kisses, embracing her sweet aroma. Mercedes sent blood flowing in the right places. 

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes bit her lip as Rust’s hands ran down her waist. Her heart beat sped up as she reached down to unbuckle Rust’s jeans. Remaining completely innocent, she slid them down, causing her towel to slide to where Rust’s hands were. She was getting excited, adrenaline pumping through her whole body but remained calm and still, staring up at Rust and waiting for his next move. If it were her choice, she could stay right here in this bed with Rust forever.

[rusty-rust]

His heart beat sped up as the towel slipped, he trailed kisses down her body as he kicked off his jeans. Rust admired her body, a hint of a smile on his features. He slid his hands further down, biting down on his bottom lip as he ran his hand down her thigh, his gaze shifted to her eyes, his gaze asking for a look of approval. 

[rusty-rust]

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes glowed as their fingers slipped together, as if they were the perfect fit. Lifting her head slightly, she pressed her lips against his, they tasted smoky, yet safe. She trusted him, she believed he wouldn’t ever try to hurt her.

Her mind was spinning as they kissed, time seemed to slow. Their fingers were still locked together, and Mercedes vanilla hair swept over her eyes. She only had her towel and Rust’s blankets on her, but she wasn’t exposed. Everything was completely innocent.

[rusty-rust]

Rust gently returned the kiss, alcohol lingered on her breath, although he could taste the sweetness in it. His hands ended up in her hair, and when he pulled away he looked down at her, his expression was serious and a little surprised. She looked so innocent and sweet.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, “You can stay here any time, darling.” He mumbled into her skin. 

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

With her hand grasping Rust’s shirt, she gently pulled him on top of her. His sweet aroma surrounded her like a warm blanket. His chest was pressed against hers anchoring her to the mattress. Slowly and innocently, she slipped off his shirt and smiled as his warm skin caressed hers.

With every touch came an electric shock, sending shivers down Mercedes’ spine. She lifted up the blanket so that Rust could slither underneath it, only a towel covered Mercedes.

[rusty-rust]

He gently traced his lips across her skin, leaving kisses on her jawline and neck. He slipped underneath the blanket and placed his hands on her waist covered by the towel. He smiled in between kisses, embracing her sweet aroma. Mercedes sent blood flowing in the right places. 

[rusty-rust]

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes glowed as their fingers slipped together, as if they were the perfect fit. Lifting her head slightly, she pressed her lips against his, they tasted smoky, yet safe. She trusted him, she believed he wouldn’t ever try to hurt her.

Her mind was spinning as they kissed, time seemed to slow. Their fingers were still locked together, and Mercedes vanilla hair swept over her eyes. She only had her towel and Rust’s blankets on her, but she wasn’t exposed. Everything was completely innocent.

[rusty-rust]

Rust gently returned the kiss, alcohol lingered on her breath, although he could taste the sweetness in it. His hands ended up in her hair, and when he pulled away he looked down at her, his expression was serious and a little surprised. She looked so innocent and sweet.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, "You can stay here any time, darling." He mumbled into her skin. 

[rusty-rust]

Rust felt bad that he hadn’t showed his face in a while, he had locked himself away in his bedroom, only getting up to pay Baby attention or to cook an unappetizing meal. He had been sleeping a lot, and he hardly felt much towards anything. Even sometimes he would snap at Baby or Bear. He felt…

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

In Mercedes dream, she was floating up in the sky. There was no fear of falling because she was as light as a feather, letting the wind carry her wherever it would. A soft, melodic piece of music played softly in the clouds as she swayed with the wind. A smile was planted on her face. It was like nothing Mercedes had ever experienced before, being so free and happy. The sun shone down on her snow white skin creating a glow. She shined like the moon up there in those clouds.

In reality, Mercedes was drunk and had passed out in one of the tunnels. She was wearing only undergarments as she lay on the unbearingly cold floor. Her lips were a slight blue colour and her hair was a tangled knot on her head. She was shivering, but didn’t realize it because she was off in her dream world. Her upper right shoulder and arm were covering in bruises from ramming herself against that door in the Underground Gang base. A kick in the stomach woke Mercedes up and she jumped as she was startled by Rust standing over her. She just wanted to go back to floating in the clouds. Her head was pounding, and she slowly managed to sit up, her teeth chattering.

[rusty-rust]

Rust kicked something soft and jumped back. “Wh-” He looked down, his head spinning. He could barely make out who it was. “Mercedes?” He mumbled, squinting a little, “Did I hurt you? Why are you-” He looked down at her, she was in her underwear and clearly drunk. “Why are you half naked?” Rust asked as he bent down, noticing that her teeth were chattering. He removed his coat and held it out to her, “Take this, you look freezing..” He quickly looked her up and down and tilted his head slightly, “What happened?”

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes pushed her arms through the sleeves of Rust’s coat and looked up at him, not exactly sure of what he had said. “I was floating, and I just wanna go back to that,” she mumbled, pulling a cigarette and lighter out of her boot. She lit it and took a short drag off it, pushing some hair out of her face. Rust looked tired and older, like he had aged quickly from the last time she saw it. She stood up quickly, struggling to keep her balance. “Let’s go for a ride, I wanna go for a ride.”

[rusty-rust]

“I was floating, and I just wanna go back to that,” Rust sighed, trying to help her up, burning himself on the cigarette in her hand. “Ow.” He quietly groaned, wrapping an arm around her waste, keeping her on her feet. “Let’s go for a ride, I wanna go for a ride.” Rust raised his eyebrows slightly before replying, “Maybe we should let you sober up a little first. Mercedes, are you okay?” He looked at her, the blonde tangle of hair on her head and the drunken look in her eye.

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

“Just fine, Rusty. Let’s go now.” Mercedes yawned and dropped the cigarette, not bothering to pick it up. She stumbled a bit and leaned against the tunnel wall to stand up. Putting a hand on her stomach, she felt like she was about to be- bleh. She vomited, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her vomit was all over her shoes and legs, and she still tasted it in her mouth. Wiping her eyes, she whispered, “Sorry..”

[rusty-rust]

“Just fine, Rusty. Let’s go now.” She was staggering about the place, and Rust tried to help her walk straight. “C’mere.” He said, taking one of her arms and wrapping it around his shoulder and keeping one arm tightly around her waste. “Walk slowly, stop rushing-” He held his breath as she vomited on the ground, some of it splashing onto his legs and shoes. “Sorry..” Rust shook his head and mumbled, “Don’t be. Let me take you back to the base.” He said, directing her towards it.

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

She wiped her mouth and stepped over the puddle of her lunch on the floor. She stumbled over her own feet as Rust held her up. “I love youu,” she mumbled, her hand on her forehead. She went back to when they went to that bonfire together. Mercedes had been so happy that night, she wished that it lasted forever. A feeling of nostalgia sweeped over her and she smiled slightly, replaying that night over and over in her head. It kept her walking, it distracted her. 

[rusty-rust]

“I love youu,” Rust silently sighed, pulling her along to the base. They arrived at the door of his office, that was close enough. He pulled her through the door and went through one of the many doors, this one leading to his room and the bathroom. “You’ll heat up soon.” He sat her down on his bed and fetched her a bucket. “If you need to eh - y’know, there you go.” Rust walked to the kitchen, grabbing a loaf of bread and water. He tore a chunk off and handed it to her before opening the bottle of water and setting it beside her. “Just sober a little bit, okay? Then you can get cleaned up.” Hopefully she wont drown herself in the shower.. “I’ll uh, run you a bath. Just give me a minute.” He didn’t really like leaving her alone when she was in this state, so he left the bathroom door open and ran the hot water.

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes sat down on the bed and watched Rust grab her bread and water. She took the chunk of bread and ate it slowly, washing it down with the water. Mercedes had never been back here before, she looked around, it was homey. She peeled off her boots and walking slowly into the bathroom, trying hard to keep her balance. Rust seemed irritated with her, so she decided to cooperate. Taking another bite of the bread, she watched him check the temperature and smiled. He probably thought she absolutely insane, but it was sweet how he actually cared.

[rusty-rust]

He looked up to her, she smiled. The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a small smile. He ran his fingers under the water, checking the temperature was warm enough. The water spewed into the bathtub quickly, the tub was almost half full. “So what did you do tonight?” He asked with brows raised, perhaps she wouldn’t remember half of it.

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

“Could you turn around for a second?” she said, blushing. Mercedes slipped off her bra and underwear and sat down in the bathtub, pulling her knees to her chest. As soon as her skin hit the water, she felt much better, and the bread had helped as well. “I was with Lucy for a bit, then I fell asleep and I thought I was floating,” she mumbled, looking down. She splashed some water on her legs to help rinse the vomit off her. It disgusted her so she turned towards Rust, waiting for his reply and looking around the bathroom. Her head’s pounding slowly subsided and she could sit up without trouble now.

[rusty-rust]

“Could you turn around for a second?” Rust nodded, standing and folding his arms as he turned away from her. “I was with Lucy for a bit, then I fell asleep and I thought I was floating,” Rust thought of Lucy, the girl he and Baby had went out for ice-cream with, the same girl that had been raped, he felt sorry for that girl. She seemed colder than before. “Please.. could you please just be a little more careful? It’d kill me to see you getting hurt.” His voice was weak. “Y-you can’t handle your drink too well.” He balled up his fist, his head was still cloudy and he felt like he needed a drink, but it wouldn’t be great for them both to be drunk trying to look after each other while they can’t stand.

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes nodded as she got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself. She walked into Rust’s bedroom and layed on his warm bed, it smelled like him. Mercedes patted the spot beside her. “Come sit with me,” she mumbled softly. Mercedes planted a sweet kiss on Rust’s cheek as he sat down. “Thank you.”

[rusty-rust]

Rust ran his fingers through his hair and turned, walking back into his bedroom. He watched her lay down, “Come sit with me,” He did, he walked over to her and sat beside her. He quietly exhaled a sigh of relief as he sat, and his cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of pink as she kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” He squeezed her hand, “No problem, Mercedes.” He looked at her, his eyes meeting hers, “How have you been?” 

[mercedes-bennz-blog]

Mercedes looked and smiled as their eyes met. She felt chills up her spine, and couldn’t slow her heartbeat down. Mercedes always fell in love too easily, it was easily the worst thing about her. “I’ve been okay, I guess. I feel much better now.” Mercedes thought of all those nights she spent passed out on the tunnel floors. It was nice to be back in a warm bed, with Rust. “Can I sleep here tonight?” she asked innocently. “I’m scared I’ll get sick..”

[rusty-rust]

“I’ve been okay, I guess. I feel much better now.” Rust nodded, he was glad. Mercedes had been through a lot in the past few months, attempted suicide, encountered her fathers death, probably more things too. He was proud of her for simply being alive. “Can I sleep here tonight? I’m scared I’ll get sick..” The corners of his mouth turned upwards, "Of course you can, you're welcome here any time." He gently ran his fingers over Mercedes, slipping his fingers through hers.