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Brave (Aussie Weir AU)
Jun. 27th, 2018 09:44 am“Your husband sure looks in great health for a dead man.” Carter pulled a sharp turn, getting honks from drivers he pissed off with the maneuver.
“Ex-husband!” Mary looked out the back window, pulling her son closer. She made sure the seven year old wasn’t looking. “I think you shook them.”
Carter glanced in the rearview mirror. He swung into a grocery store parking lot, stopping near the payphones. He counted out some quarters.
“K–Bill.” Mary didn’t like it when he addressed her son as just ‘kid’. He didn’t need her turning that white knuckled rage on him.
Will sat up, biting his lip. Looking like he might cry at any second.
“Go call your granddad.” Carter passed him the quarters. “Tell him to meets us at the fallback point.
Will stared at his hand.
“I’ll call.” Mary tried to take the change, but Carter shook his head.
Will snatched the quarters, and shuffled out of the car. He crossed the short distance to the payphones, head swiveling around.
“It’s not safe.” Mary moved to follow.
“It’s safe,” Carter said. He reached into the glove box where an unopened package of gummy worms sat.
Mary paused, hand on the door handle.
“Thomas?” she said.
“If he hadn’t shot his partner in the back, we wouldn’t have gotten away so cleanly. I’ll bet you my whiskey stash he’s been cleaning up.”
Neither adult took their eyes off Will.
Both his hands gripped the phone. His shoulders hunched when he saw a man in a business suit.
“What is he playing at?” Mary asked of her ex-husband.
“Don’t know that yet,” Carter said, but he had a strong suspicion some of his questions just got an answer.
Will laughed suddenly. Brightening like only his grandfather could make him. He hung up the phone.
When he climbed back into the car, Mary put her arm around him again.
Carter passed him the candy.
“For being brave.”
Will stuffed a handful of worms in his mouth, kicking his feet. The scary events of the last hour practically forgotten.Aussie Weir AU (Gatecrasher)
Jun. 27th, 2018 08:26 amDownside: ADVENT was right behind them.
Upside: Security in the city center they just vacated was too focused on the two rebel leaders who waved at the cameras and hauled ass out of there. Menace should have a clear shot to the objective.
Even better side: The Watchmen were waiting just half a mile away with a hell of a lot of rockets for those transports.
Will flew down the road, taking sharp turns like an expert.
“Have you done this before?” Bradford look over his shoulder. The transports were gaining fast. They’d cut it close.
“I learned stunt driving before the war.” Will pulled another sharp turn. Two wheels lifted off the ground.
Edgar barked in the backseat.
“Is he alright?” Will asked.
Bradford twisted around again. The window beside Edgar was rolled down enough for him to feel the wind, but not stick his head through. The dog watched the scenery go by, tail wagging.
“He’s fine.” He petted the dog for good measure.
They whizzed passed the checkpoint where the Watchmen waited. Bradford lifted his eyes to the back window. Rockets hit the five troop transports, making them go down in burning wrecks.
The Watchmen could clean up the survivors.
Will slowed the car to a reasonable speed, but kept driving.
“I still can’t believe ADVENT kidnapped Edgar,” Bradford said. He scratched the dog behind his ears one more time before turning back around.
“Fuckers.”
“We got him back, and Menace should get a clue to the Blacksite. Just like you planned.” Bradford put a hand on Will’s knee.
“I can’t believe you went along with it.” Will took his hand, rubbing his knuckles.
“I couldn’t let you go on your own. We’re a team remember?”
“We’re the leaders of a resistance movement. We shouldn’t both put ourselves in danger at the same time,” Will said.
“You’ve said that.” It’d fallen on deaf ears before the mission, and Bradford couldn’t bring himself to care. Yeah, it was stupid. But he wanted to be the one to watch Will’s back. Make damn sure it stayed safe. “But I love you.”
And there it was out. He’d thought about it for a year. It was about time he stopped being a coward about it.
Will smiled at the road.
“Love you too.” He gave his hand a squeeze.
Of course Will had already known.
Will pulled over. He turned off the engine, leaning back in his seat.
“So far, I’d say Operation: Gatecrasher is a huge success.”
Bradford leaned over and kissed him.Birthday (Aussie Weir AU)
Jun. 27th, 2018 08:23 amBradford poured over the map, feeling the pain in his shoulders reaching an all new high, but didn’t relax. They were close to…something. Some turning point. Finally. After so many years.
A box slid into view. Cardboard. Tied up with twine.
He followed the box, up the arms holding it, to Weir’s grinning face.
“Happy birthday.”
“Who told you?” he stood up straight to put a little distance between them. They had gotten close over the last few months, after years of dancing around each other. He just didn’t know how close.
“I sneaked a peek at your personnel file.” Weir dropped into the chair across from him, long legs sprawling.
“Who showed you my personnel file?”
Weir crooked a smile.
Bradford pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Are you going to open it?” Weir asked.
Bradford pulled the twine gingerly. A trick wasn’t out of the question from Weir.
He opened the box, and drew in a sharp breath.
“Is it ADVENT?” he asked, not daring to hope quite yet.
A cake sat between. Small, but it even had frosting.
“I know how you feel about their products,” Weir said. “It took me months to track down everything.”
He couldn’t remember the last time he had a real cake…
Bradford looked at the map under the box. But he had work to do–
“Eat your goddamn cake.”
“Yes sir.”
He found a fork in the box, and sat down. The first bite tasted like heaven.
And the second. And all the rest.
White cake hadn’t been his favorite before the war, but right now nothing else could compare.
Bradford jumped when he felt Weir’s hands on his back. For such a tall man, he sure could move quiet as a mouse.
“Relax,” Weir said into his ear.
He rubbed Bradford’s back, honing in on where the most tension lay.
Bradford groaned.
“So tell me, if you could have anything you wanted for your birthday, what would it be?” Weir asked.
“How about winning the war?” Bradford managed, eyes slipping shut.
Weir laughed.
“Repeat that, this time next year.”
“Yeah?” Bradford’s eyes opened. He turned his head, expecting to see Weir’s grin.
Serious eyes stared back.
“Yeah,” Weir said.
Bradford swallowed.
“Finish your cake.” Weir’s hands moved from his back to his shoulders.
“The cake can wait.” Bradford set his fork down. “I have a better idea. If you’re interested.”
Weir’s grin returned.Aussie Weir AU (Weir and Volk)
Jun. 27th, 2018 08:20 amHe wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.
On one side, Volk laid on the flirting thick.
On the other, Weir flatly ignored them both. He’d someone managed to convince two nearby Reapers the Jersey Devil existed.
All this instead of planning the raid on the Gene Clinic in New Anchorage.
“We’re going to need to send out the hunting parties soon,” Starling interrupted. She passed Volk a tablet with the latest numbers from their inventory on it.
“If worst comes to worst, we can always eat the dog,” Volk said.
Bradford ducked.
Weir grabbed his chair and swung it.
Volk went down.
The Reapers in the tent jumped to their feet. Not to help. They just wanted a better view.
Bradford scrambled out of the way. He watched as Volk launched back up to get Weir in a stranglehold. Only to get elbowed in the gut for his trouble. Weir grabbed the back of Volk’s head and slammed it into the table.
Starling and Bradford took that as their cue to jump in. He grabbed Weir, yanking him back to the tent’s entrance. Starling kept Volk from following.
“Touch one hair on my dog and the Elders will be the least of your problems, Volikov!”
Weir shrugged him off when the tent flap closed.
“You alright?” Bradford asked.
“Fine.” Weir stalked away, back to where his people had set up camp.
Bradford followed after.
“You should go back. See to Volk,” Weir said.
“I’m afraid if I did that, I would come out to discover you’d gone after the gene clinic by yourself.”
They reached Weir’s tent, pausing in front of it.
“I have a plan. I don’t need the Reapers.”
“We discussed this.” Bradford stepped closer to decrease the chances of being overheard. “It’d be good for morale–”
“And Volk’s ego. We mustn’t forget that.”
“Will.”
Weir looked at the sky.
“Yes, alright, I apologize.”
“To Volk?” Bradford tried to hide his smile.
Weir barked a laugh. They grinned at each other, Weir’s eyes softened. He touched Bradford’s shoulder.
“It’s fine, John. Go on back. I’ll be here.”
He didn’t want to.
“I don’t think Volk will be up to discussing strategy.” He was probably spitting in rage right now. Bradford really should go soothe that over. “I think I’d like to hear your plan again.”
Weir tilted his head.
“The one with or without the Reapers?” he asked.
“Which do you think is more likely to work?”
Weir examined him. He didn’t know what he found, but whatever it was, it made Weir lift the entrance of his tent.
“The one where we walk south a few thousand miles to ask Betos if her friends want in on the action.”
“Lower your voice!”
Aussie Weir AU (Comfortable)
Jun. 27th, 2018 08:11 amHe’d known the man for fifteen years, but Weir had a habit of vanishing and popping up again out of nowhere with an alarming consistency. It made a relationship impossible. Even if Bradford wanted one.
Which he didn’t.
“Are you comfortable?” he tried to sound annoyed, he really did.
Weir hummed. He didn’t have to look to know the man had that grin on his face. The one he got when he just knew.
“You make a good pillow.”
Bradford adjusted the jacket under his head and glared up at the destroyed roof above him. He needed anger. It was Weir’s fault they lost their supplies saving Skirmishers…who weren’t…
Oh, who was he kidding. He wasn’t Volk. He couldn’t quite bring himself to hate them, and he couldn’t fault Weir for coming to their aid.
Both of them were trained survivalists. They’d be fine.
He sighed, wrapping his arms around Weir, who somehow managed to cuddle even closer.
Why couldn’t he stay mad at him?
Prompt: (aussie weir) First Snow
Jun. 26th, 2018 08:13 pmWeir could say without a shadow of a doubt that he hated the cold.
But that didn’t stop him from marveling at the snow.
He’d been in America’s Pacific Northwest with Bradford since October, trying (and failing) to locate the supposed nuke stockpile still located somewhere in the forest grown dense from a lack of human interference. The aliens had hit Seattle and the surrounding military bases hard. He didn’t think anyone even had a chance to flee. And no one was brave enough to return in numbers.
It was late November now. Weir had crawled out of his tent to a blistering cold, the likes of which he hadn’t experienced before. It wasn’t that Australia never got cold, it just never got like this. Not from where he was from, anyway.
He’d only seen snow on TV before. Weir picked some up, the ice stinging his fingers. A childish whim to build a snow man crept up on him. He could. He could do that now.
Except it was really, really cold.
Bradford found him shivering underneath every article of clothing he brought. He took pity on him. And sure, the snow was beautiful sight blanketing the landscape and glowing in the weak sun, but being wrapped up warm in Bradford’s sleeping bag was so much nicer.Prompt: Empathy
Jun. 26th, 2018 07:48 pm(Aussie Weir AU)
Bradford was not going to cry in front of a mercenary.
He was not.
On the TV above the bar, an ADVENT newscaster reported the capture of over fifty Resistance fighters. A wide grin stretched across her pretty face.
Resistance fighters who trusted him and worked with him when no one else would. He’d repaid them by leading them straight into an ambush.
This was it. It was all over.
‘Commander. I’m so sorry. I tried.’
He took in a shuddering breath.
Across the table, Weir dropped his spoon.
“Fucking hell. Give me the camp’s location.”
Bradford did a double take.
“I thought you said I couldn’t afford your help?” He dared a smile.
Weir scoffed without venom.
“Your puppy dog eyes should be classified as a deadly weapon.” He scanned the bar for anyone who might be listening in. “I don’t know if it’s even possible to rescue them now.”
“Trying is better than nothing.” Bradford searched through his bag for the shred of paper he wrote the coordinates on with a bloody, shaking hand.
“Your optimism is goddamn inspiring, Central.” Weir took the paper from him, nodding. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Bradford watched him get up.
“What about your payment?”
Weir waved him off.
