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ajremixInspired by this conversation, unofficial sequel to this.
Title: Personal Goal
Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas
Rating: PG one mild curse and brief description of blood
Word Count: 250
Characters: Sterling, Elbow Grease
Summary: Sterling accidentally steps in Elbow Grease's bucket list.
Sterling nudged at the blood-splattered head at his feet, yellow-fanged maw twisted open and one eyeball hanging out of its torn socket. He gave a low whistle as he surveyed the carcass. "You've got an odd way of passing the time, EG."
His fellow courier slid down from the ledge he'd taken shelter on, looking like he was in shock. "You killed it?"
He jostled the Gobi Campaign rifle on his back, "You think I was going to draw it's attention? Surprisingly enough, I do enjoy living."
"But... but..." Elbow Grease waved his hands vaguely, looking distraught.
"What? Were you hoping to punch it to death?"
Elbow Grease looked up at Sterling with something disconcertingly close to puppy eyes.
Oh. "Uh," Sterling looked away, confused and almost guilty. He rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to think of something to say that wasn't 'Remind me never to go on vacation with you'. "I hear that there's a legendary deathclaw. You could try punching that?"
"...Really?"
"About halfway between that REPCONN test facility and the ranch near Nipton. Heard it's a whole cave full of-k! Holy hell!" Sterling's trapped arms flailed, slapping at Elbow Grease's side as his mighty bear hug nearly knocked off Sterling's hat and loosened a few vertebrae.
"You've given my life new meaning!" Elbow Grease said upon release, not at all noticing that Sterling had to stagger to the nearest boulder to keep his balance. "I will prevail!"
Sterling's "Knock yourself out," was a wheeze.
Title: Personal Goal
Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas
Rating: PG one mild curse and brief description of blood
Word Count: 250
Characters: Sterling, Elbow Grease
Summary: Sterling accidentally steps in Elbow Grease's bucket list.
Sterling nudged at the blood-splattered head at his feet, yellow-fanged maw twisted open and one eyeball hanging out of its torn socket. He gave a low whistle as he surveyed the carcass. "You've got an odd way of passing the time, EG."
His fellow courier slid down from the ledge he'd taken shelter on, looking like he was in shock. "You killed it?"
He jostled the Gobi Campaign rifle on his back, "You think I was going to draw it's attention? Surprisingly enough, I do enjoy living."
"But... but..." Elbow Grease waved his hands vaguely, looking distraught.
"What? Were you hoping to punch it to death?"
Elbow Grease looked up at Sterling with something disconcertingly close to puppy eyes.
Oh. "Uh," Sterling looked away, confused and almost guilty. He rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to think of something to say that wasn't 'Remind me never to go on vacation with you'. "I hear that there's a legendary deathclaw. You could try punching that?"
"...Really?"
"About halfway between that REPCONN test facility and the ranch near Nipton. Heard it's a whole cave full of-k! Holy hell!" Sterling's trapped arms flailed, slapping at Elbow Grease's side as his mighty bear hug nearly knocked off Sterling's hat and loosened a few vertebrae.
"You've given my life new meaning!" Elbow Grease said upon release, not at all noticing that Sterling had to stagger to the nearest boulder to keep his balance. "I will prevail!"
Sterling's "Knock yourself out," was a wheeze.
