Hi! A little late maybe, but late is better than never I hope. I just wanted to thank you so much for the comment you left on one of my ZR fics. I still go back and read it when I want to cheer myself up. I wish I could repay you in some way for your nice gesture, because it really did mean a lot to me, but I don't really know how to send or replicate the warm, fuzzy feeling I get from reading it. So thank you so much, it made me ridiculously happy.
omg of course!! It was such an amazing fic you’re SUCH a talented writer (also everybody go read this fic if you haven’t it’s so good!!) I’m currently reading the s3 one you just posted and am already dying because of how much I love it it’s so good 😭
So for the prompt thing if it's okay to ask away: maybe some Sam/Five or Sara/Five bonding? Not very specific but maybe about bonding over gardening, or killing zombies, or things they miss from before the apocalypse? I feel like that would be very sweet!
This is a very sweet prompt and I might have got carried away with my brain wanting to strongarm in every element you suggested. 5000 words isn’t that long, but definitely longer that I’d intended. Let’s hope it’s worth the wordcount?
Fair warning that it’s been proofread once, just now, and I’ve had two gin and tonics.
The sky had bled into vibrant streaks of orange so strikingthat Runner Five had almost paused to take in the scene. A part of her, an echoof someone she once was, wanted to reach for the phone she no longer had andsnap a photo. It was a good thing that Five didn’t actually stop. She hadbarely made in inside the walls when whomever was on duty dropped Abel’s heavymetal gate on a fast zombie that had been far too close for comfort.
Safe, finally, Five slowed from a run to a walk to astumble. Behind them, the earth was stained with the dark blood of the undeadwhose reaching fingers still twitched. The gate had fallen exactly on its headand crushed it like an egg.
Five laughed, breathless but joyful. She had been out forhours and was pumped full of the adrenalin rush she only got from these kindsof runs. These runs, of course, being those she shared with Sara.
“See, Five, I told you we would make it back beforesundown,” Sara said, unable to hide the way her grin bled into her words evenas she, too, fought to catch her breath. “We were totally fine.”
“Don’t look now, but I think someone might disagree withyou,” Five said, having spotted their radio operator emerging from the commsshack behind Sara looking as stern his face allowed.
“Five! Eight, you’re both alright?”
Sam looked more dishevelled that he usually did, which was atestament to how he had spent the last two hours running his hands through hishair and tugging on his clothes as his runners clambered through an abandonedmegastore. One he had explicitly told them was too dangerous to chance.Especially so close to the end of the day.
It looked like, for a moment as Sam’s arms fluttered at hisside unsurely, that he was going to hug Five. Any such reunion was postponed oncloser inspection of the runner. She was covered in blood and grime, so much itwas hard to tell where runner ended and zombie viscera began. Instead, Samcrossed his arms across his chest to tamp down on his fidgeting.
“We’re fine, Sam,” Sara waived a dismissive hand. “We alwaysare.”
Sam made a pained noise somewhere in his throat and Fivefelt her heart twinge. While she trusted Sara, and her own ability to outrun orgun most of anything outside of Abel, she hated seeing Sam upset and now it waspretty clear he was. It was at least in part her fault.
“Sorry, Sam.” Five said, cutting off whatever he was goingto say to Sara. “For making you worry. But we are good at what we do. And itwas worth it.”
It looked like Sam was going to retort, but then hisshoulders relaxed and the corners of his mouth tugged up reluctantly. He’dtaken her reassurance, Five saw, and she wondered how much of that was becausehe actually trusted her and how much was because she honestly felt like shecould take on the world in that moment. There was a faint tremor in all Five’slimbs but, if asked, in that moment she could have run the day again. It washard to sound unconvincing when you were ready to fight a mountain.
“Well you’re right, obviously, but,” he shrugged helplessly.“Please. That was too close.”
None of them looked at the smear by the gates but they wereall thinking about it. It had only been a couple of meters behind Five as shecame in. The snipers usually took out anything that got within spittingdistance.
“We’ll be careful, Sam. But for now I think Five and I aregoing to hit the showers and get checked out. If we stand around much longerlike this we’ll start attracting flies.”
Sara was still smiling, but she was right. It had been easyto ignore the mud between toes and the brain matter in hair when blood andstakes were high, but back within Abel’s walls Five’s skin began to itch. Theurge to be clean again overwhelmed her. The showers were so close.
Reassuring Sam some more could wait. Everything could wait,actually, until Five had scrubbed herself raw and new.
With a nod to Sara, Five shrugged off her pack and offeredit to Sam with a cheeky smile. Technically, the Runners were supposed todeliver their own packs and help who ever was on duty sort through what they’dbrought back. Alert them to any special purpose something had, warn them of anypossible sharp objects. That kind of thing. At this point, hours after she hadbeen scheduled back, Five just wasn’t feeling it.
It seemed like Sam wouldn’t take it, he did his his best tokeep his arms crossed and look disappointed with her, but the operator hadalways been weak to Five’s smiles. Even when she was covered in filth. Fivegrinned a little more genuinely and Sam’s face may or may not have flushed. Itwas hard to tell in the amber half-light of sunset. With a put-upon sigh, he tookher pack from her, eyes wide as he felt how heavy it was.
“What did you guys find, an untapped supply of lead? I hateto break it to you, but this is a zombie apocalypse, not a nuclear apocalypse.”
“Mainly cans, Sam.” Sara said, removing her knife from herown pack. “And electrical supplies. You might want to track down Janine, she’llbe happy with us. Or our haul, at least. Not sure how she’ll feel about thebreaking protocol part.”
The smirk told Five and Sam that Sara knew exactly whatJanine would think, but so long as it was her on the run and not one of theother runners they were safe from a dressing down. Whether it was for theirfriendship or the strange, unconditional trust they shared, Janine seemed totake everything Sara did at face value.
Sam grunted as Sara’s pack hit him in the chest and hescrabbled to keep it from dropping to the floor with all their precious spoils.
“Hey!”
“We’ll see you at dinner, Sam.” Sara waved over hershoulder, already turned about and on her way to the quarantine shower block. Five waved too, trying to memorisethe image of Sam struggling to hold up the two backpacks and pouting afterSara’s retreating form, before jogging away.
*
The water hit Five’s bare back and the feeling of antscrawling on her skin vanished with the first layer of grime.
Somewhere to her right, closer to the door, Sara sighed witha relief similar to what Five felt. It wasn’t normal that they came back lookinglike they’re fought their way through a small army, but then it wasn’t everyday that they did fight their way through a small army. They’d had to cutthrough so many undead that the blood had soaked into the wooden handle ofFive’s axe so deeply it was certainly stained. She didn’t know if it was safe to use anymore.That would be something she would have to ask Maxine about when she had thechance. Residual infection risk and the like. But, later.
The thoughtof her axe swam in her mind then was washed away by the warm spray, likeeverything else. Runner Five retraced the shape of the day in her mind as shescrubbed her arms clean, letting it pass her by.
The day had started well, they’d had a good run. Thenanother- and then the megastore. Five wasn’t sure that could be called a goodplace, only the outcome was good. They were both alive. Unbitten. They hadn’tbeen checked over yet but neither of them were the type to hide something likethat. And they had enough fuses and wiring to keep the electrics ticking overfor a month at least.
Perhaps Five could categorise this one as a good run. A goodday? Maybe. One worth remembering.
“Five?” Sara called, her voice muted by the rushing waterbut still cutting into whatever circle Five’s thoughts were falling into.
“Mm?”
“You okay there?”
“Mhmm.”
“Good,” Sara said, and Five could hear the amusement in hervoice. “Because if we’re going to get to the mess before they throw theleftovers to the goats we’re going to need to get a move on.”
Five blinked and came back to herself properly. She haddrifted away somewhere in the comfort of the warm water, long enough that Sarawas already towelling off and getting dressed in fresh clothes someone hadbrought them while Five had been spaced out.
By the time Five was dried and dressed she was contemplatingjust skipping dinner and letting the goats take her portion. The rush that camefrom killing and not-quite dying had faded and left in its place a weaknessthat shook through all of Five’s muscles.
“On second thought, I might just go to bed. Food isoverrated.”
“Oh no you don’t, Five. You are not leaving me to sufferSam’s fretting by myself.” Sara threw a heavy arm over Five’s shoulder in agesture that Five interpreted as the threat it was. You walk, or you getdragged.
“Ugh.”
There was no fighting it, not unless she wanted to make adash across the Township, the thought of which made her legs pre-emptivelywobble in protest. Instead, Five resigned herself to another hour or so awake.She supposed it wasn’t the end of the world. Sam would definitely still bethere, even though they had taken a while getting washed up. He was like that.
It was a testament to how late they’d made it back that themess, a kitchen with a glorified awning really, was mostly empty. Usually comedinner time it would be heaving, the kitchen churning out as much as it couldand a line would form around the interior walls. People would be squished alongevery bench and those with younger bones or less scruples would find a patch offloor to sit on.
As Five and Sara entered through the door, a barely-therething pilfered from an old shed, they immediately clocked about twenty peopleincluding some very familiar faces.
“Hey! Over here,” Jodie called, standing up to wave themover. “I’d say we saved you seats but they kind of emptied themselves.” She wassmiling, but it looked a little too wide to be quite natural at them justjoining her for dinner. It took a second for Five to clock that Owen was theother end of the bench Jodie was on and obviously edging closer, barelyacknowledging their appearance.
The people on kitchen duty fretted at making more work forthe clean-up crew when they had already begun to pack away the day’s remains,but one thing Five had learnt is that ‘no’ wasn’t something that happened toRunner 8. She wasn’t sure whether it was the implications about food suppliesshe made or Sara’s generally intimidating aura, but whatever the method theresult was Five and Sara walking back to their table with generous portions ofsome approximation of shepherd’s pie.
Sometimes, Five remembered that Sara had been a mother andwondered what that was like, that family. Two teenagers with characteristicstubbornness clashing with the Sara Smith. Immovable objects meeting anunstoppable force.
Evan, who had apparently finished eating a while ago and wasjust sticking around for the company, waved to Five, gesturing to the emptyspace beside him at the table. Before Five had to make the decision between blowingoff Evan and leaving Jodie to the uncomfortably tender mercies of Owen thedecision was taken from her as Sara slid onto the bench beside their Head ofRunners without a word. Evan started, turning in his seat to look at Sara who ignoredhim, digging into her food.
“Hi,” Five greeted as she came up behind Jodie and fought tocontrol her laugh at the pure relief that her friend broadcasted to her throughher eyes.
The bench was hard with no give to it, but Five collapsedonto it anyway. She closed her eyes and took a moment to savour the feeling ofnot being on her feet.
“Tough run?”
“Oh, not so bad.” Sara said around a mouthful.
Opening one eye, Five’s hand shot out and she stole one ofSara’s carrots from her plate and munched on it, staring into her eyes as shedid.
“Easy for you to say,” Sam said, dropping down into the seatacross from Five, apparently back from returning his crockery. “You’re notafraid of anything. I’m pretty adverse of seeing my runners get eaten alive fora few cans of beans. But you know, that’s just me.”
“And fuses,” Five chipped in between bites of her dinner.“Those too.”
“I’d rather have you in one piece that a handful of fuses!”
The way Five’s heart took that wasn’t how it had probablybeen meant, but her face warmed anyway and she had to duck her head and focusvery hard on the pile of mashed potato and veg on her plate. Was it reallyshepherd’s pie if it had no mince?
“What went wrong? Youguys were out for ages.” Jodie asked, saving Five from having to say somethingelse, or not say anything else and make it awkward.
“Five and Eight decided to raid the megastore out by the leisurepark. Because, apparently, a small army of the undead is a minor inconveniencewhen there’s cans of spaghetti hoops on the line.”
Owen’s head snapped around to fix Five then Sara with anopenly awed stare. “You got some spaghetti hoops? What do you think’ll happento them?”
“The same thing that happens to all the food,” Jodie sighed,pointedly not looking at Owen. “They go to the kitchen. Like they always do.It’s not exactly a mysterious process.”
It looked like the two were going to fall into a spell ofbickering over Five’s head as she tried to eat, and Jodie had an edge to hervoice that was tired enough to really snap back. Sara was briefly distracted bythis, watching in wait for the explosion from one or the other of them. Fivestole another a piece of broccoli from her plate. Her distant smile flatlined.
“Whose grand idea was that?” Evan cut in, face severe. “Thatplace is a marked red-zone. Out of bounds for runners without expresspermission, let alone two of our best we can’t afford to lose.”
“Ah, but surely if we’re two of the best we should be fine,Seven.” Sara laughed, but it was a dangerous laugh. Five had never been able topin down those two. They seemed like they should get on, but evidently someoneknew something she didn’t. “And look at us both, not a scratch on us. Or no importantones, anyway.” Sara examined her right arm, a little scraped from manoeuvring afire axe into zombie skulls within the tight confines of a service corridor.Evan moved further along the bench, away from the danger-zone of Sara’s sharpelbows as she twisted to examine the raw skin more closely.
“One success does not a precedent make. Honestly, you’vegotten worse recently. All this risk-taking.”
“He’s right, actually,” Sam said, eyes cast upwards as hethought about it. “You’ve been taking bigger risks, ever since, oh.” Samblinked.
“Since?” Jodie said, having briefly forgotten her wish to pushOwen off the bench.
“Since you started going on runs with Five, Sara.”
There was a moment where everyone considered this and foundno rebuttal. Instead of denying it, Sara just shrugged.
“So it’s better to risk two lives than one?” Evan sniped,evidently not over whatever animosity that lay there.
Sara snorted into her water. “More like it’s better to havesomeone watching your back. Five and I work well together, we can do more as apair than I can alone. Some of us are willing to put the good of the townshipbefore ourselves. And,” Sara added, as if to ease the sharpness of what she’dsaid, “it’s fun.”
“Huh.” Runner Five put down their fork and then it struckthem. “Oh. I’m an enabler.”
The table dissolved into laughter and conversation thatwashed away the residue fatigue and tension of the day, and Five took theopportunity to steal Sara’s last carrot. Just because she could.
*
It was rare that Runner Five got a lie-in. It was rarerstill that they actually got to enjoy one when the opportunity rolled around.
Sleeping in the runners’ block had its perks, not least ofwhich was that many of Five’s precious people lived in the same building. Italso had its downsides. One of which was the noise. Come six or seven in themorning people started dragging themselves out to chase the dawn. It was goodetiquette to keep noise to a minimum if you had to head out early but there wassomething about the sound of people moving around in the same building thatrefused to let Five sleep. Instinct, probably, from her time before Abel. Safewalls meant nothing to her when her eyes were shut.
By seven thirty or so the morning after the slightmisadventure of her last run, Five was tired of lying in her room and watchingthe patterns her eyes made on the ceiling. She fully intended to enjoy her restday, but the last months had left her ill suited to staying still for longperiods without purpose. It didn’t help that everywhere around her there weresounds of movement, of readiness.
It took only a little exercise of willpower to leave thewarmth of her bed and get dressed for the day ahead. Runner Five already knewwhere she was headed that day so she pulled on one of her lesser-loved tops andsome thick, worn jeans that were a little too big around the knees where thecotton was frayed almost to splitting.
Outside the door, boots tied tight, Five took a moment tobreathe in the new day. Even though the sun had only recently risen, she couldfeel what it was going to be like in the first rays that warmed her face. Theair was cold still with leftover winter, but spring had sunk in its roots. Thesun was bright, glinting off the armoury’s razor wire as for the first time ina week it wasn’t raining. Pulling on the hoodie she had pinched from Sam lastBonfire Night (and he hadn’t asked for her to return yet), Five strode awayfrom the runner’s rooms and towards the farm.
While Janine always insisted there was no shortage of workto do, there was no obligation for the runners to work on their rest days. Not,after all, when they were such a precious resource. However, Five felt spendingtime on the farm wasn’t work in the true sense of the word. It was physical,sure, and the list of to-dos always outstripped the list of done-thats. It wasdirty and demanding and sometimes frustrating. There was joy in it, though. Inturning over the soil and seeing your hard work flower.
There was victory and bitter triumph in cutting down azombie (or sometimes something less dead but just as rotten) but little joy. Vindication,but none of the light feeling Five got in her chest as she ran her fingers overthe smooth-worn handle of a pitchfork stuck in the soil.
The gardens were quiet, mostly, that day. Not far off therewere people wrangling the goats for milking and chatter from the greenhouses,but there was no one out in the beds where Five came to a stop.
Little had changed since she had last been there. In winter notmuch grew, and that which did had been planted months before. The majority ofwork for the farmers focused on the upkeep of the animals, the crops they couldgrow in the hothouses, and protecting their stocks. It especially wouldn’t doto have another attack of potato rot.
Where Five had stopped to look over the farm was especiallybarren. The outdoor beds were all empty, except where they were littered withthe slowly decaying greenery of the last harvest and a singular bed of leeks.It was her favourite place in Abel, when it wasn’t so dead.
From a little way’s away someone called and Runner Five’shead snapped up, eyes searching. It was one of the farmers, waving to her from theentrance to one of the greenhouses. It was someone Five had worked and talkedwith before, Oliver, if she remembered correctly. He had worked in a bank once,Five knew. Something lowly he didn’t miss as much as he missed the allotmenthe’d kept with his father, so when he’d come to Abel he’d been put to work growingthe Township’s veg supply. It should have been strange to see someone taken tothe end of the world so well. It was, surprisingly, not so unusual. Five knewbetter than most there were still things you could find when you had losteverything else.
“Heya! Hey there, Runner Five, you here to help us today?”Five nodded, gesturing to her soil-stained jeans. “Of course, excellent! Thanksfor coming along, now, we’ve got a lot to do so you’ve got some options, if youwant me to go through them?”
She does, but she already knows what she will end up doing.There’s something about working out in the garden. This far from Abel’sboundaries with the tents and housing blocks on one side and the animalenclosures on the other everything is muffled, only the occasional groan floatsby on the wind. It’s quiet, yet still outdoors. Almost like before. When Fiveputs her head down to work she can’t even see the walls.
*
It was maybe three or four hours later, the sun high inearnest, when Sam came to find Five where she was perched on the edge of one ofthe raised beds.
Behind her the soil was churned up and ready for compostingand planting before the next bout of rain came to undo all her work. Severalother beds stood similarly overturned, with the withered remains of the lastcrop piled upon the paving slabs.
His footsteps alerted Five to his approach and she lookedaway from the little bird she had been watching to wave. It was always good tosee him, but it was a different sort of good to see him when they were offduty. When they weren’t operator and runner but friends. It reassured her toknow that she wasn’t just work to him. The thought fed the warm feeling nestledunder her ribcage, and the warmth in her cheeks.
“Five, hey there!” Sam half jogs over to her. “Fancy seeingyou here, Five, I was just out for a walk. Stretching my legs. Getting some air.Air I haven’t already breathed five times today, you know?” Five laughed, shedid know, and she also knew that Sam’s walks always happened to pass the gardens,and pass them again if he didn’t see her there the first time. She brushed somesoil of the plank next to her and gestured for him to sit.
“Ah, thanks, Five. I can’t believe you’re out here on yourday off, I mean, it’s a nice day, I guess. But if I’d had a day like you hadyesterday I’d want a week off. A day in bed at least.” He said as he sat downnext to Five and stretched out his legs across the path. His jeans were alittle less worn than hers. Fewer holes.
“This is restful,” Five said, and Sam snorted, pointedlylooking around at the tilled soil. “And it’s not like Sara’s resting.”
Sam frowned. “You know, you’re right. She’s running decoythis morning, actually. I’m not sure how she gets away with being out as muchas she is. I used to wonder if she was blackmailing Janine or something but,well. I’m pretty sure Janine doesn’t feel fear.”
“Would you want to try to keep Sara still?”
“Good point, yeah, no.” Sam laughed softly and they lapsedinto a peaceful quiet. It was easy to be quiet around Sam, if only because hegenerally talked for the both of them.
Even surrounded by their friends, Five’s words wouldn’t comequite right, and the worse they came out the less she wanted to speak. Here,with Sam, it was a little better.
“So,” Sam drawled, unable to keep a silence for very long.“Gardening?”
“Yes.” Five turned a little where she sat so Sam could seeher raised eyebrow. “We are, you see, in the garden.”
Sam sputtered. “Well, yes. It’s just that I meant to askwhy.” Sam paused, then realised he hadn’t really elaborated at all. “I was justcurious. You’re a runner, so you don’t have to do anything on your off days.And if you want to there are choices.Like helping Maxine, or gun maintenance. I thought something like that might bemore your thing, considering you came from Mullins. On my days off I at leastlike to savour being clean.” He gestured to her, with her muddied jeans and thedirt caked thick under her nails.
Sometimes Runner Five wondered if Sam would recognise her ifshe wasn’t covered in sweat and dirt. With tidier hair and civilian clothesthat weren’t mismatched and full of holes. The her from before the end andbefore Mullins.
“I miss it,” Five said, rubbing at a smear on her arm andmaking it worse. “I’ve always loved gardening, and now it’s good to dosomething that’s not killing. Or running from being killed.”
There was a moment of quiet and Five glanced to her left tosee Sam staring at her, eyes a little wide, and she realised she’d made themoment serious. Was this a moment? If they were having a moment, she was afraidshe was ruining it.
“Or, whatever. It’s just nice. Nice to see something grow.It’s rewarding.”
“Huh.” Sam huffed, and his face coloured at something shehad said. He turned to look over the empty and dead beds that currentlydominated the area they sat in. “I can’t relate, I don’t think I’ve ever keptanything alive longer than a week.”
“You’ve kept me alive.”
“That’s different.”
“I’m sure you’re not that bad.”
“Five,” Sam reached over to grip Five by her shoulders and stareintently into her eyes. “Once my roommate asked me to look after their bonsaitree and it started losing its leaves before they’d even left the dorm. It wasolder than I was and I killed it without even doing anything.” Five snickeredinto her hand, but Sam wasn’t done. He leaned in closer and whispered, eyeshaunted. “Five. I once killed a cactus.”
“No!”
“Yes. I can’t be trusted with plants, Five. I’m a killer.”
At this Five couldn’t help but laugh properly, and Sam lether go as she toppled back to lean onto her hands. In between her fingers thesoil was cold and gritty and good. The light feeling she’d been floating on allday surged in her chest and if her boots weren’t so heavy she might havefloated away right then.
“So now you know. My dark secret.”
“I think you’re being a quitter. I think we should find youa little green friend for the comms shack.”
“Five, no, that is an objectively terrible idea.”
“Hmm, I think it’s good. We could get you, hm. Let me think.”
“Five, no.”
“What do you think about some herbs? Or a little tomatoplant? The kitchen would be happy to have some basil.”
“I think you’re not listening to me, Five.”
“Or, oh, what if I find you a little tree on my next run?You can look after it, to make up for your sins.”
Sam sighed. “Honestly, I think whatever ship carried mygreen finger has sailed. I’ll stick to the things I’m good at.”
“You’re good at a lot of things,” Five shrugged, eyestracing the fuzzy corners of clouds. “Important things.”
Sam didn’t reply immediately, but Five could feel his gazeon the side of her face as he thought about what she’d said. It had been meantcasually, but Five remembered the things Sam had said that night she had beenstranded, thought dead. Things about how much of a failure he had been. How hemight miss his parents, but at least if they were dead they’d never know howmuch of a disappointment he was.
Not for the first time, Five wondered what the runners meantto Sam. What she meant to him, as a runner, as a friend, as his latest Five.
The weight of Sam’s head dropped against Five’s shoulder andshe started out of her thoughts. Sam was no longer watching her but had alsoturned his eyes to the sky and the little clouds drifting past. Five had neverseen Sam wearing glasses so she supposed he saw a different version of the skythan she did, but the blue was couldn’t have been any less bright, or the sunany less sweet.
It was a short while later that Janine rounded the corner ofone of the greenhouses and Sam jumped up, remembering suddenly he was taking awalk and should really get back to doing that. Immediately.
-
It was only the next day when Sam trudged into the commsshack shortly after the sun was up, harried on by an urgent mission, that hefound the thing Five had left for him. With eyes still bleary from sleep he hadalmost missed it.
On the far corner of his desk, atop a stack of dissected PCtowers and beneath the shack’s singular window, was a terracotta pot. Only alittle chipped around the edges, from it sprung a bright huddle of daffodils.They were the brightest thing in the room, so much so Sam had to pause to blinkat them. Yellow, vibrant, like yesterday’s sunshine, and orange the same as thejumper he still hadn’t asked Runner Five to return.
They sat there for the whole of that spring, and Sam evenremembered to water them.
homeboundrunnerfive replied to your photo “homeboundrunnerfive: “Don’t you think you look tough enough without...”
Our Fives would be the biggest and the baddest, mate, no doubt ����
Yo so I couldn’t help but doodle our Fives chilling because they’re so stylish and would probably find it too easy to intimidate everyone with the sheer power of their Look.
They look super unapproachable but what they’re actually doing is gossiping about the people who live in Abel and throwing rocks at zombies when they’re supposed to be patrolling the walls.
homeboundrunnerfive reblogged your post “So for the prompt thing if it's okay to ask away: maybe some Sam/Five or Sara/Five bonding? Not very specific but maybe...”
It’s brill that you liked it! Especially as I apparently didn’t mess up the 5am, I’ve pretty much never written an ounce of romance so I’m not sure when ‘subtle’ crosses the line into ‘literally not there’.
