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Revolution AU

Larry Byrne studies the blond deputy as they wander through the town. There is something about the other man’s expression that puts Larry on edge. Wariness he could understand. Fear and anger he expects but the sad yearning look on this man’s face makes no sense.

“Town looks like it’s doing well.” He offers. It’s true enough. Things are a bit worn and there’s signs of having to make do but on the whole, everything looks sound and neat.

“We’re doing okay.” The other man agrees, “Better than a lot of places anyhow.”

Larry glances over. Was that a dig at the Republic? Probably not, the other man is wistfully contemplating a derelict house that has been scavenged of most useful bits and pieces.

“Who used to live there?” He asks.

“No one I knew.” The other man shrugs. “They were away from home when the lights went out and they never made it back. Nobody knows where they’d gone or what happened to them.”

“Something like that happen to you?” Larry asks. It’s actually a fairly common story. Back then, travel was easy. It had taken their unit a week to travel the hundred or so miles from Republic territory to this town. When they’d both been kids, it would have taken two or three hours at the most.

“Yeah,” The man stops under a maple tree, leaning against the trunk. “I had friends, family; now I have no idea what happened to most of them. What about you?”

“Me?” Larry is surprised by the question.

“You have people you lost contact with when the lights went out?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Larry answers. He must have, didn’t he? Why couldn’t he remember? “Look, Ben was it?”

“Yeah, I’m Ben,” And, again there’s that lost unhappy expression back on the blond’s face. Larry hates that look.

“Ben, what the hell is going on here?” Well that takes care of the sad looks. The deputy is annoyed, which is fine with Larry. He can cope with annoyed.

“You tell me lieutenant.” Ben drawls snidely. “A troop of Monroe Militia march a hundred miles through hostile territory to poke around the burnt out ruins of a factory that made rubbing alcohol. Then you decide to wander over to our little town to ask all sorts of questions asking all sorts of questions about the place.”

“Does it occur to you that maybe something else was happening out there?” Larry tries to use his height to his advantage, moving in close so he can tower over the other man. Ben appears unintimidated and unimpressed.

“Does it occur to you that whatever crap they were pulling fifteen years ago ended when the place burned to the ground?” Ben sneers. “Not to mention that everyone involved died in the fire.”

Larry can’t hold himself back any longer. He wants to wipe that damned expression of the other man’s face. He grabs the man’s shoulder, slamming him back against the tree trunk.

“Do you have a problem with me, deputy?” He rasps out, getting into the smaller man’s face.

“What the hell happened to you?” Ben demands. The question puzzles Larry. What the hell is Ben talking about?

With embarrassing ease, the deputy breaks Larry’s hold, slapping the soldier’s arms away. In one smooth motion, he grabs the collar of Larry’s coat and pulls the tall man even closer. Their mouths meet in a clash of rage and passions, and they are kissing.

Larry doesn’t know how long he loses track of everything but this. He forgets his mission, his rank and his men. Nothing matters but this hot mouth devouring his own, this slim hard body against his, the husky moans from Ben’s throat.

“Ben? Oh!”

The break hastily apart, a pretty woman is standing a few feet away regarding them with wide eyes.”

“Amy,” Ben rasps.

“I – Leon was looking for you and Frank.” The woman says nervously.

Larry cannot stand it one more moment. He turns and hurries away from Ben and the feeling he engenders. Before he is out of earshot he hears the woman, Amy ask Ben if he’s all right. He walks even faster, not wanting to hear Ben’s answer.

Ben watches the other man scurry away before turning back to his wife.

“I’m sorry.” He tells her.

“He didn’t hurt you?” She checks again, moving closer and running a worried eye over him.

“I kissed him.” Ben confesses. “We were sniping at each other and then… I’m really sorry Amy.”

“Ben, it’s fine.” She assures him.

“We’re still married.”

“And if we didn’t have bigger things to be worried about, we’d be arguing about our divorce.” Amy reminds him. “Honestly Ben, as long as I get to watch, I’m fine with you kissing him anytime.”

“Amy!” Ben doesn’t blush very often but he can feel his face heat up now.

“We can talk about this later.” Amy laughs. “Leon’s out behind the old post office. “

“Be careful.” Ben tells her.

“You too.”

Note: I promise Zoi, the will be no nanites. (not that I plan on doing something any more plausible but no nanites)

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