The Last Thing you Never See.

MOVING!

Hey all, I'm going to be MOVING BOONE over to my multi @aamusedly. Give me a follow there to interact!

MOVING!

Hey all, I'm going to be MOVING BOONE over to my multi @aamusedly. Give me a follow there to interact!

#ooc .

beginagaiin

@tread-the-bear asked: 💍

Send 💍 to wake up the morning after getting married in Las Vegas

Bobbie slowly came to, the light streaming in through the windows of the Lucky 38 presidential suite making his head pound even through his closed eyes. He groaned and rolled onto his other side but he froze when he realized he wasn’t alone in his bed. Slowly he opened his eyes, his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. He tried to run through his dark and fuzzy memories of the previous evening. “Boone?”

#beginagaiin #ok on the right blog this time B)

God damn, did his head hurt.

Boone hadn't been hungover like this since... well, his last visit to the Strip, probably. This place was fucking cursed. He was sticky with night sweats, reeking of whiskey and wine and ash. When his palm lifted to absently pat at the sound of that noise, he found... a warm body. A sort of familiar one.

No memories came back to him after a fateful decision from Bobbie House: 'hey, I've got some free drink cards for Gomorrah.' "Fuck..."

The implications came before the memories. Why was he down to his underwear? God, did they--

"Where are we...?"

sas-afras

"boone is 26 he should be at the club" the only thing craigory boonejamin is bringing to the club is an unsettling aura and noise cancelling headphones. he mimes reloading guns on the dancefloor and has a meltdown in the bathroom later. be so fr right now

sas-afras

this is not a joke to me. let him go home

meianmari

Yeah

Boone gets a comic book drawn and colored of Boob and Stick's Valentine's adventure. they go across the wasteland drinking the best wine and revisiting all the friends they have met along the stories she has told. It all culminates in them getting married, and builds up to one line that Six wrote with the biggest shit eating grin on her face:

It's Sticks that says to Boob during their moon wedding vows: I really love that you don't have reptile dysfunction.

It's a good thing he's alone when he finds it, because Craig Boone was left nearly rolling with laughter. Tears pricked at his eyes as he turned the page to find his two favorite fictional geckos holding hands and skipping, kissing, visiting friends. They even got married.

His face was red at the implication, as well as the utter thoughtfulness of it all.

But he almost screams at the last line.

"I'm gonna find her and kick her ass." And by kick her ass, he means kiss her until her face hurts.

#cheatdeaths #new vegas revised au .#you know it took him like 5 whole minutes to get it #this warmed my heart

By whatever luck existed out in the Wasteland, the Khan runners were passing by the camp to sort out supply and prepare for their next drop offs. While Six might not've had any medical supplies, they did. And with them came the care Six and Boone very badly needed.

The dull throbbing in her thigh was what woke her -- the Sun was setting, a night without rest having been enough to keep her unconscious on top of the injuries she'd sustained outside of Bitter Springs. Her head felt bleary, her leg was stiff and heavy, and it took another moment for her to remember just where she'd been last.

With all her strength she fought past the sleepy dizziness to push up to seated fast as she could for a better vantage point. A man donned in black, the symbol of the Khans emblazoned into his road leathers, looked up from the knife he'd been sharpening.

"You're finally up."

Six didn't have it in her to slow down, not when panic was gripping her. She could sooner apologize after she knew. "Where's Boone?"

"Boone's right here."

The answer came in his voice, tired and gruff but still there. The flap of her tent had opened just wide enough for the sniper to shuffle inside.

His arm was held up in a makeshift sling, his bloodied shirt gone to make room for the bandages stretched over his shoulder and chest, dyed a faint pink. No beret, no glasses-- just Boone's worried blue eyes.

The sniper stepped over to squat next to her cot. "I leave for five minutes to have a smoke and you're up. Figures."

There was a hint of humor in his tone, pulled out with the wave of relief at seeing her eyes open.

@tread-the-bear sent: "I've never been free in my whole life."

They didn't talk about the past often -- between memories of Carla or Six's absence of memories, it was easier to just... not. But Six didn't know about who he was, aside from knowing he'd been from the NCR, just like him. With her cheek pillowed in her palm, she gave him a look, one curious and familiar: she had her listening cap on.

"Was enlistin' the sort o' think you knew you had to do from a young age?" Families had lists of those who served in the war, the act being something of family tradition. Not for her own, but that was irrelevant. "Would you have picked it on your own, Craig?"

She didn't ask him often about who he used to be before the war-- but now was as good a time as any, with the war over. The day of rest was spent watching caravans of NCR traders and soldiers alike crowd the roads out back West from the mouth of an old dinosaur.

Boone found it bittersweet. The Bear was retreating without shedding blood, but it was retreating nonetheless.

"Yeah," the sniper answered quietly as he adjusted his boots from where they sat propped up between steel teeth. "Dad was a military man. Said it shapes a man up. Was never much question."

Would he have picked it on his own? Boone's brow furrowed. "I never thought about that. I didn't... figure any other way was... open to me. Dad wasn't the kind of guy you butted heads with." But by the wrinkle in his forehead, it was clear Boone was still thinking.'

"I dunno. Maybe?"

Her smile was silly, a crooked little grin that mirrored his mischievousness, eyes half lidded and not shy about expressing an affection she'd tried so hard to mask. "Yeah?" It still sounded too good to be true. Six leaned down, towards his face, nose brushing against his as she delighted in how close they were. His hand trailing up her arm felt so wonderfully flirty that she was sure she was drunk.

"I can do this?"A cheeky and rhetorical question, considering how she kissed him immediately after.

Boone's answer came without hesitation, instead with a hum of contentment. He kissed her back softly and surely, his eyes drifting closed again.

Maybe he'd feel the bitterness again; the monochrome apathy and the guilt chewing on his ankles. Maybe not. But he'd made his bed, and he'd made it with Six.

So he held her and kissed her and pulled the blankets back up around her shoulders to ward off the early morning cold. Right now there was no war, no urgency, no memories to haunt him and no Benny to control her.

lelelego

smile like you mean it

#HIM!!!!#this is canon

Six couldn't protest Boone taking on additional load. She couldn't protest either, considering the way her leg gave out and became dead weight, just like the rest of her inevitably would. The two Mojaves before her turned into four, and though she was looking for a campfire, all Six could see was the darkness encroaching on her vision.

She didn't see the Khan that had rushed out of the campsite, ready to help the familiar and infamous Courier and the sniper that had helped their fellow Khans from being gored by the Bull entirely.

"Stop right there!"

"Jesus, they're bleeding, Mack."

"I don't fuckin' care--"

"He's NCR. Let's fuckin' shoot--"

"Jesus, stop! That's Courier Six, and her First Recon guy-- they're the ones who got me and Bones down from Cottonwood!"

"Oh, fuck."

A rush of boots on stone. A set of firm hands. Boone couldn't get any words out past his exhausted panting. He'd lost a lot of blood. When he finally managed, it was moments after Six had been taken from over his shoulder, and he was left reaching out to her feebly. "Six-- she's real hurt... please. Take care of her."

It was getting darker for both of them. But this time, they weren't alone.

Six felt a sting in her eyes, a leak in her face from how wide her smile was; like a mask cracked maybe, unable to hold back the unfiltered joy that was making her virtually buzz where she sat. She was sure Boone could feel her vibrating in her skin, ready to climb the rest of the mountain that Jacobstown was located on from the sheer adrenaline in her veins alone.

Her smile still carried "Reckon we could before we get up for breakfast. O -- or d'you mean, like," like being together. Could she say that? Would speaking it into the world take it away from her? "An us."

A hand brushed atop his, staying there to feel his hand against her skin, and even more to keep it there. "Means I can do things like this now, right?"

Boone's grin widened as well then, a little laugh pulled out of him that resonated in a raspy rumble at the bottom of his throat. "I meant, like-- yeah, an us. But..."

His head tilted, peering up into her face still. Maybe something mischievous, as good of a reflection of her own expression as he could manage. His hand drew slowly up her arm, following the path easily. "I mean. Yeah."

"You could do more, if you want."

Maybe he was right, but it didn't stop her from frowning. "They didn't know it was you," she shot back stubbornly, her pout missing any bite behind it. Her footing was clumsy, the heaviness of the leg that had been shot spreading a searing pain through her body that started at her thigh. She was more hopping than she was walking, an even that lacked any coordination.

The world was going double. Six leaned her head against his shoulder. "Still here." Though it was faint, a gasp of breath. Her skin was clammy to the touch, her head slick with sweat. "We... we gotta hurry. It cain't be much farther now --" But it felt like the longest walk of her life.

Boone's silence was sign enough that he wasn't keen on arguing the point any further; blame or no blame, they were still in trouble. His head was getting lighter, her steps were getting heavier. Between the two of them, they were losing too much blood, leaving a neat trail behind them.

So Boone did what he could to speed them up; he stopped to wrap his bad arm under her knees and heft her up onto his shoulders.

The wave of pain was nauseating, bone-deep as it resonated from his arm down into his chest and up his throat like bile. For a moment he was sure he was going to pass out, but once Six was properly situated on his shoulders and he started his first few steps, it started to ebb.

"Come on," Boone wheezed, "I think I see... some kind of camp fire ahead..."

Though she was bleeding out, Six still had enough in her to shoot a pout in his direction. Excessively dramatic to be certain, but she was worried and it felt more than warranted. She could help him how she could with her own grip in tying it off, but she didn't have much to spare, either. It was already Herculean to lean against him to standing.

"The recreation area -- got a camp, might be somethin' we can loot there." At the very least, it was cover to regroup. Better than being out in the open where something could catch their scent. "The ol' camp ground had a ranger station -- might be some first aid." Or blankets, or something. It suited her far better than showing weakness to the camp there, anyhow; Courier Six was never meant to be weak.

It didn't stop her from sounding weak, though -- voice light and airy, and getting more distant all the while. "It's closer, too... goddamn it all -- I shoulda known better. I knew the Legion weren't gonna take kindly to me disappearin' on 'em. I'm sorry, Boone -- 's my fault you got shot."

Boone got her to one leg and wrapped his good arm under her shoulders to support her weight as best he could. He'd end up carrying her and he knew that, but Boone had a feeling she wasn't about to accept that help just yet.

They were moving, quick as they could, out of the shadow of Coyote Tail Ridge and up the road towards the camp ground she indicated. Twenty minutes of walking, maybe. He could do that.

"Will you quit with that," Boone growled. "I went to the Fort same as you. I got shot 'cause they had the high ground. That's all there is to it."

A grunt as they made it over a couple loose rocks. The pain was coming back with his adrenaline fading. "I'd rather we piss off the bull and get shot than play nice anyway-- you still with me, Six?"

"Really?" She didn't mean to sound so hopeful, so desperate for him to be telling her the truth, but she was. It felt like a dream, even more than last night had. Six sat up in bed, her arms bracing her weight as she stared down at Boone with wide eyes like she'd suddenly woken up, realizing she was late.

She hadn't let go of the hand that had found hers. "D'you really mean it? You're still my best friend, but I reckon now it just also means we can --" we can kiss and stuff. It sounded silly, and it made her cheeks, already a light pink, deepen in color. It was all finally sinking in. It made her well and truly speechless. All words lost her mind. All she could do was stare at Boone like he was the model of the Solar System in the REPCONN museum.

Boone shifted as she turned to more or less hover over him, wide-eyed and excited. Passive as he was, that grin was contagious; the sniper stared up at her with wider blue eyes and the corners of his lips perked up. "Yeah. I mean... yeah."

He bobbed his head, and his smile grew just a bit. "I mean, fuck it, right? We already crossed the bridge. I know how you feel now, and you know how I-- I mean, why not?"

He'd have had plenty of reasons why not a few months ago. But... time had passed. Boone had grown. And Boone wanted to live.

His hand came to settle on her propped arm. "I love you. Let's do it."

Six let her eyes flutter near shut, a reprieve from looking into his eyes and feeling a tight desperation in her chest. She nodded, because she was too busy trying to sort out the words she needed to say with the ones that would only muddle them or get in the way. "The first time we laid in bed like this, I realized that I loved you. I already knew I did, but... it was diff'rent. I wanted to wake up like that all the time. I wanted to tell you bedtime stories like it'd make sleepin' any easier. I wanted to feel your weight next to me. I wanted you. The next mornin', that feeling didn't go away. It never did. I'm in love with you, Craig."

A small pause followed, but an important one, as she backed her head up slightly, no longer in the presence of his face so close to hers. No distractions. "And this mornin' I woke up the same way. I love you, and if -- if that was only a one night thing, then I reckon I'm alright with that. Reckon it might've scratched the itch, 'r -- I dunno."

Easier to float the offer behind the permission to reject it. "But whatever it is you want, I'm... I'm okay with. I'm thankful for this. I'm thankful for you."

Boone didn't take his gaze off of her when she spoke. His eyelids lowered sleepily, but it was an opportunity to study her in her vulnerability, now up close in a way he'd only dreamed about.

And he had dreamed about it, certainly.

His face started heating up again at those words-- I'm in love with you, Craig. He'd heard them last night more than a few times, but now they felt different. It was like he could see it more clearly with sunlight to go by. And again, it made him feel warm. It made his eyes want to water.

"I, uh... I didn't think I'd be able to do this again. Being in love. Being... intimate. After what happened, I just wrote it off, even when I... figured out what I was feeling about you." His hand lifted to rest between them, groping for her fingers. "I thought I could just get by being your friend. But here I am. Here we are. And I don't think I could just be friends."

"I, um... I don't want this to be a one time thing. I wanna go down the road with you."

"You too!" She hissed, a wince at the needle that went into the muscle of her thigh. She was groping nearby her next, a desperation for the Stimpak she'd carried before having been shot. The only one she had since giving her supplies away. They didn't have enough to patch them both up. "Reckon I'm in too much pain t -- augh. Take one too, Boone. You're hurt, bad as I am."

Her had pressed firmly against her leg, though it didn't do much in the way to staunch the bleeding. "A bum leg 'n a shot arm -- ain't we a pair." With a deep breath, Six readied herself to stand up, "Don't know how long the adrenaline's gonna carry us through. Oughta -- ugh, get to a camp. C'mon."

Boone had almost entirely forgotten that he'd been shot. Only when she brought it up did he glance down to the blood running down his arm and shirt in thick rivets. Not enough to make him woozy, but enough to look nasty. "I'm fine," the sniper corrected.

He grimaced as he dug in his pack for any kind of bandage-- what he got was a strip of tarp. While his arm fucking hurt, he wasn't at as much risk as she was with so many major arteries in her leg. "Hold still. Let me-- fuck."

He couldn't get his other hand to get a firm enough grip to tie it off tight enough. Boone made due with getting it as tight as he could before he got up to start the process of helping her to her feet. "Where do we go? Bitter Springs doesn't have any supplies, we know that already... we won't be able to make it all the way to Golf."