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Well, it's been a good damn while.

Can' imagine you lot missed me much.

Hmph. Mos' of you.

A New Year

"The hell am I doin' here," Fang turned the wheel sharply, feeling the Subaru Outback shift through the snow and gravel. Why Inara thought a trip to the Appalachian mountains was a good birthday present she had no damn idea. It'd been snowing steadily for almost three hours as she drove deeper into the mountains in search of a cabin with an impossible address. She and Axel had only just found "Smoky Ridge Drive" fifteen minutes ago and they were still weaving along the narrow road waiting for the cabin itself to appear.

Her redheaded companion was staring out the window seemingly much more ease with the towering pines and blanketing snow. Fang glanced at him and eased the gas pedal a little farther. The Outback surged forward past the treeline revealing exactly what she'd been waiting for. She pulled in next to the porch and cut the engine. The cabin was small but elegant and fancy as all get out. Fang climbed out of the SUV hearing the snow crunch under her boots. "Well, hell," she murmurer. "I like this idea."

She grinned at Axel and laced her fingers behind her head. The cabin sat in the middle of a clearing surrounded by trees and coated in snow. The air was cold enough that it made her a little dizzy. It was stilling snowing but the flakes were big and slow and drifting mostly without wind. The brunette promptly began removing bags from the car and hauling them up the porch steps.

Between the two of them they had barely enough stuff for her to carry. Fang unlocked the door and stepped inside, stepping out of her snow caked boots as she did. The interior was pretty and classically victorian, just Inara's style. The kitchen had a breakfast bar that opened into the living room. A door on the far wall had to be a bedroom. A sliding door and picture window dominated the wall opposite them, opening onto a balcony that overlooked the slope.

"I'll give her tha', Inara gives good gifts," Fang said kicking open the bedroom door and depositing her things onto the hardwood floor.

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R'Akka

Once the lights of this same city had made her feel safe, wanted even. Now she stopped, still gripping her bag to her chest, and watched the city lights come on. R'Akka had been her home. She'd grown up on its streets and reveled in the dry heat her whole life. Now, she wasn't coming home, she was entering a war zone. She was terrified. Terrified of death and the pain that it would mean and terrified of losing the one thing that meant more than herself.

She felt Axel take her hand but she didn't turn. Having him here was hard. She knew if she turned she would see the determined smile on his face and feel the heat that radiated from him but she couldn't bring herself to face those facts. She'd let him follow her here, into a threat that shouldn't have been his to face. She shook her head and rubbed the tattoo on her arm. With the desert sun sinking the temperature was dropping rapidly, she shrugged her leather on and turned to face him. "We have t' find, Inara," she said softly. It wouldn't help them for anyone else to hear them speaking anything but Pulsi. Axel nodded.

She pulled her hand back from him and moved into the crowd at the aerodome. It didn't take long to find Inara, who was standing within a carefully placed ring of admirers, who were dutifully complimenting the sultry red dress she'd chosen. Fang embraced her for a moment and whistled low, "A bit over the top don't you think?" The Pulsi words felt clumsy on her tongue.

Inara smiled and took her hand, "For you, never." She gestured for them to follow her and lead them out of the aerodome and into the street where a private car was waiting. Fang climbed in after Inara and glanced back. Axel was watching her warily. Impatiently, she pulled him in after her and slammed the door. "Inara, Axel. Axel, Inara. She happens t' be a childhood friend o' mine and she speaks english a damn sigh' better than me."

Inara nodded to the redhead and spoke in barely accented english, "A pleasure to meet you finally. Yun Fang has told me so very much about you."

Fang frowned, "Like hell I have."

"No," Inara smiled at her in a teasing way, "but you're usual sullen silence in being here and not there speaks volumes."

Fang was momentarily glad for her dark skin and the even darker lighting within the car.

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“Time for a little bit of fluff!” Writing Prompt: Your OTP is having a discussion that turns into some cute innocent fluff. Enjoy!

Fang relaxed against the solid white porcelain. Inara always loved the classic Victorian style so it shouldn’t have surprised her that the bathing room held a massive porcelain tub with clawed feet. She wasn’t even all that upset that the bubble bath was infused with rose water. Some part of her was ranting about the strong scent being easily identifiable on the street but it didn’t matter to her. She was here, she was in danger, and gods all she was terrified. Just not for herself.

He didn’t bother to knock but he just stepped inside. The door shut with a click and Fang looked up just to see him slump against the door in the most exhausted way. She sat up just a bit, crossing her arms as she did. The bath was deep enough that the water and its thick white bubbles covered her to her shoulders. “You look like hell,” she told him softly.

Axel glanced up, red hair spilling back over his shoulders as he straightened. “I feel like hell.”

She smirked. “Wan’ a bath?” She held her hand out in a “come here now” gesture.

Axel laughed and shrugged. “Looks occupied to me.”

“If’n I have t’ ge’ ou’ of this bath jus’ t’ ge’ you in i’, I’m gonna drown you,” Fang insisted.

“Violent threats are not charming,” he replied calmly and pulled his shirt off. Fang rested her head on her hands and leaned against the side of the tub, waiting. They’d been in R’Akka for three days now and she was still half terrified that he’d get himself killed. Used to be that it was different. She’d always been so focused on keeping herself alive and getting what she wanted. Now she was searching for a way to cut her ties to that past and Axel was right here with her. She was both grateful and angry with him.

Axel lowered himself into the water and Fang immediately shifted to curl up against him. The water itself seemed to heat up just from him being there. She rested her chin on his shoulder and studied the lines around his eyes. He wasn’t sleeping well here. The heat suited the redhead just fine but he wasn’t used to he noise or the people and would wake at odd hours of the night, completely unable to sleep again. Fang wasn’t there often enough to chase his nightmares away either. She and Inara were working mostly odd hours trying to penetrate the Military base in R’Akka. They had to find a way in.

The fine lines around Axel’s eyes and mouth were the easily identified signs of his discomfort but Fang knew that the lack of sleep and the constant stress was hitting him harder in other ways as well. She frowned and tilted his chin down to kiss him. “You’re still no’ sleepin’ well.” It wasn’t a question.

Axel sighed and looked away. “Sounds like my whole existence if you ask me. Since when do I ever sleep well?”

“Since I’m around,” she reminded him softly. “If’n I’m with you, you don’ have your nightmares but lately i’ hasn’ kep’ them away.”

Axel dropped his head into his hands. “They’re just getting worse and I have no fucking idea why.” Fang reached up and pulled his hands away, gently kissing each palm. It wasn’t in her to tell him that everything would be okay. It wouldn’t. He was in more danger here than he’d probably ever been in, in his life because he was with her. Because he loved her.

Yeah, she knew that. He didn’t have to tell her. She could see it every time he looked at her and feel it in every little touch. It’d been that way since she’d come home nearly three months back. He loved her and it wasn’t in either of them to admit that they both knew she loved him back. Instead he was here, with his arm around her, threatening his own existence and she was trusting him to live through it all.

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Out of commission for a few days.

I've managed to pull my hip flexor and both my legs are so sore that it's a chore to even walk around. I have to get my fingerprinting done tomorrow and then I have homework and class in the evening.

Hopefully, I'll be up again by Tuesday.

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Written for the prompt “Your bestfriend dies in your arms.” I used Axel. Sadness and strangled feels to follow.

“Don’ you dare,” the brunette whispered through gritted teeth. Her throat was hurting again. Fang swallowed with difficulty and pressed her hands uselessly against the long, jagged, wound across his stomach. Blood seeped out between her dark fingers, hot and sticky and thoroughly terrifying. “Don’,” she murmured. “Don’ you jus’ close your eyes an’ give up.” Axel’s green eyes were dull with pain and the color seemed to leach out as she watched him. He opened his mouth but whatever he was going to say turned into a painful coughing as blood welled up in his throat.

Years of military training told her that the blood had reached his lungs and she cursed herself and her lack of healing magic. She’d never been a doctor just a woman with a rifle and a blind obedience to her orders. “Axel, please,” her voice cracked and she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his just like she had all those times before. His skin felt feverish and cold. The young woman reached up a blood covered hand to his cheek. The pain in her throat was hard to speak around, “I’m goin’ t’ stay righ’ here,” she told him softly. “I’m no’ goin’ anywhere. An’ I’m gonna find you.” The promise finally released the unshed tears in her eyes. “I’m gonna find you again. So you jus’ wai’ for me, you hear me?”

She felt his gentle nod and closed her eyes. She could feel his pulse slowing and his breathing growing shallow. Fang held herself as still as possible waiting for the next painful breath but it never came. Slowly, she sat back on her heels without opening her eyes. The rain was cold and it wracked her with tremors. She felt the biting chill more acutely than ever and more than the blood and the wound and his final painful breath, the cold told her that the fire had gone out of her life.