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“Where’d she get those eyes from?” York wondered softly, smiling down at the precious bundle in his arms. The newborn gazed up at him, her blue eyes wide and wondering.
“What do you mean, ‘where’d she get them’?” Carolina’s tired voice came from the bed he sat beside. Her red hair, darkened with sweat, was plastered against her forehead, and her startling green eyes were heavy with exhaustion, results of the hard labour she had just endured.
“Her eyes are blue,” he replied. “There are no blue eyes in my family, and I’ve never seen any in yours. Is there something you and North aren’t telling me?”
Her laughter was soft in response. “York, all babies are born with blue eyes.”
“Really? Even me?”
That elicited more laughter. How he loved that sound. It was so lighthearted, so happy.
Green eyes met brown, her’s still crinkled in mirth. “Yes York, even you.”
“Oh good,” York processed the new information. “Then I hope her’s are green, as beautiful as yours.”
“Weren’t you telling Wash just the other day how if the baby was a girl you wanted her to be ugly so, and I quote ‘no disgusting pigs would think of touching my baby girl’?”
York shrugged, careful not to upset the infant in his arms. “Yeah, but then I remembered I was a space marine and I can scare off any hoodlums.”
There was that beautiful laugh again. How fortunate he was to be able to hear it.
And soon, he thought to himself as he looked back down at his newborn daughter, I’ll be fortunate enough to hear your laughter too.
“What do you mean, ‘where’d she get them’?” Carolina’s tired voice came from the bed he sat beside. Her red hair, darkened with sweat, was plastered against her forehead, and her startling green eyes were heavy with exhaustion, results of the hard labour she had just endured.
“Her eyes are blue,” he replied. “There are no blue eyes in my family, and I’ve never seen any in yours. Is there something you and North aren’t telling me?”
Her laughter was soft in response. “York, all babies are born with blue eyes.”
“Really? Even me?”
That elicited more laughter. How he loved that sound. It was so lighthearted, so happy.
Green eyes met brown, her’s still crinkled in mirth. “Yes York, even you.”
“Oh good,” York processed the new information. “Then I hope her’s are green, as beautiful as yours.”
“Weren’t you telling Wash just the other day how if the baby was a girl you wanted her to be ugly so, and I quote ‘no disgusting pigs would think of touching my baby girl’?”
York shrugged, careful not to upset the infant in his arms. “Yeah, but then I remembered I was a space marine and I can scare off any hoodlums.”
There was that beautiful laugh again. How fortunate he was to be able to hear it.
And soon, he thought to himself as he looked back down at his newborn daughter, I’ll be fortunate enough to hear your laughter too.
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RvB FanFic: Tell Her
"Wash?"
Her voice always seemed distant to him ever since Epsilon had been put into his mind. She had been standing in his doorway for the past two minutes fiddling with her hair. She never put it behind her ears, she only did that when she was frustrated. Something seemed different though. Maine was still reading "How to take care of your weapons" and listening to "Living on a Prayer." Occasionally his foot would tap to the beat. He didn't seem to notice her at all. He settled back onto his bed before he answered.
"Yeah Connie?" "I told you not to call me that," she jerked her head towards Maine is if to say Not in front of HIM at le
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Sin
Wash sat awkwardly on one side of the bed, shifting uncomfortably, freezing in place when he realised he was just irritating South further. He drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them tight, as if he could protect himself from the rage of the woman on the other end of the bed. He felt very vulnerable just sitting there, but he didn't dare get up to get dressed in fear of provoking her.
They'd… well, they'd done it. And admittedly, it was Wash's first time (he didn't know about South, and wasn't sure he wanted to), but that wasn't the issue. If he'd been rubbish, South would just tease him endlessly before promising to get him more prac
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RvB: Voices
Gunshots. Aiming at them as they ran, holding firmly to the objective. Trying to get out alive. This mission wasn't supposed to be this hard, but the voices...
Quick, go left!
No, we need to go right!
Carolina tried to turn halfway between steps and crashed onto the hard concrete ground. She blinked dizzily, trying to clear her mind and get her AI to just shut up for a minute. An armored hand reached down and tugged her up gently, resting in the small of her back as he steadied her.
"Keep going!" The tan freelancer yelled as he pushed her along. Carolina rushed toward their rendezvous, just trying to keep count of her own
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This is the first, of what I plan to be a collection of one-shots about the futures the Freelancers were never able to have. The first few pieces I have planned are connected, or at least exist in the same continuity, but others may have no connections at all.
Being me I couldn't resist starting with York and Carolina, but I plan on touching on all the Freelancers at some point.
Other parts of Future's Lost To Time can be found here:
Mission Objective: Groceries
Just Superficial
Colourful Mishap
By Your Side
Being me I couldn't resist starting with York and Carolina, but I plan on touching on all the Freelancers at some point.
Other parts of Future's Lost To Time can be found here:
Mission Objective: Groceries
Just Superficial
Colourful Mishap
By Your Side
Guy's Cafe
Help Needed
Family Ties
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I teared up at the last line. Knightly, stahhhp youre gift for writing is too much
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