Bryann smiled. “Can’t have enough friends in times like these…” she winked.
Natasha laughed. “That’s very true.” she agreed, raising her cup in a silent toast.
“So…” Bryann looked over the woman. “What do you do for fun around here? I’m always curious to find….something to do.” she smiles.
Cy nodded absently, taking in the sight of a rebuilt London. No longer chard and beaten, but covered in a cool rain and light fog. “I’ll get it Ammour, you look like you just got off a thresher maw.” The ginger giggled.
Setting away with an objecting Bruce, the Officer made her way across the small sub-station to the taxi terminal, lazily tapping the screen and issuing the commands for a family sized sky-car. The idea amused her and she selected a dark paint job for the set, swiping her credit chit for completion.
“Bry-ann~ do you want some help with your things?” Cyrus asked when she sauntered back.
Bryann shook her head to Cyrus’s question when her girlfriend returned. “No, leanbh, I’ve got it.” she was feeling supercharged in the rainy weather, and was excited to be returning home. She used her biotics to Lift the luggage of the two ladies, and dump it in the trunk.
They got into the shuttle, Bruce’s cage stuck in the back seat, and Bryann began the trip home. It was a long trip, and on the ferry across the canal they had to get coffee. Well, coffee for Bryann and an energy drink for Cyrus.
It took them about 10 hours to get to Enniscrone, it was near dawn when they were finally arriving. Cyrus was dozing in the passenger seat, by Bryann was too wired. She hadn’t been back to her home for nearly ten years. When she first caught a glimpse of the old house in the distance she shook Cyrus awake.
They made their way up the long drive, Bryann’s heart pounding for reasons beyond excitement to see her childhood home.
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Bryann nodded. “I’m not gonna complain about it. I prefer life without bullshit. I like it served straight, plain. Simple.” she sips her coffee. “No sugar or milk added.” she snickers.“I’d much prefer having a serious conversation with someone and actually learning about each other than a bullshit conversation where you waste time talking about fuck all.”
She chuckled brightly at the joke. “Agreed. Gettin’ bogged down in дерьмо ain’t exactly my idea of a good time.” she said, shrugging slightly.
Natasha nodded her head in agreement. “Ya know, I find life-or-death situations really speed that along.” she said. “Cuts out all the unnecessary an’ gets ya straight ta the heart of the matter. Works wonders for friendships.”
Bryann smiled. “Can’t have enough friends in times like these…” she winked.
Bryann rolled her head slowly on her shoulders, “Doing a lot better, actually, thanks.” she stretched out a bit more, arching her back.“And I don’t doubt that. I’ve been getting into a lot more…serious conversations lately.” she reflects. Must be a change in her….
She inclined her head. “Good ta hear it; hate ta see people sufferin’ over a good time.” she said with a smile.
She frowned slightly. “Same here. Must be somethin’ in the water. Or the coffee.” she amended, sipping at her half-empty cup. “Or maybe it’s just ‘cos of this damn war; everyone’s decided they don’t have time ts bullshit around.” she mused.
Bryann nodded. “I’m not gonna complain about it. I prefer life without bullshit. I like it served straight, plain. Simple.” she sips her coffee. “No sugar or milk added.” she snickers.
“I’d much prefer having a serious conversation with someone and actually learning about each other than a bullshit conversation where you waste time talking about fuck all.”
Bryann took to the sky in the car, aware of Cyrus’s eyes on her.
“For?” she asked, without turning to look at Cyrus. She had missed her red-haired lover and best friend for the past few months and only felt now that they were growing back together again. The past few weeks alone they had both been busy, Bryann settling back in and getting her life back in order, Cyrus with her own life, the life she had kept up during Bryann’s absence. She was grateful that Cyrus hadn’t forgotten about her in that time; 6 months was a long time to be away, with not a word of goodbye, or even a message saying she wasn’t dead.
She reached over with her right hand, and grasped Cyrus’ hand, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles. They needed this trip.
A small smile broke across Cyrus’ face and she leaned down to kiss Bryann’s fingers. “For saying hello at the docks.” An uncontrollable glee spread threw her, the warm beds and long nights together compounding into a fit of giggles. “T-t-tá brón orm ach tá muid i ton poill sionnach, tá muid t-ádh go bhfuil muid sane. Bhuel den chuid is mó.”
As the outside flew by, the small cabin of the sky-car felt almost fimilar, so close to her girlfriend and their life together. Everything had been leading up to this and it was defiantly a sweet victory.
Bryann stared at Cyrus, bemused.
“labhairt ar a son féin. Tá mé go hiomlán dÚsachtach, agus bródúil.” she sticks out her tongue.
She brings them to the docks in due time, her luggage already safely stowed away on their ship. She watches Cyrus part ways with her mongrel cat, as It is packed away with the other live and fragile cargo.
They make their way to the passenger area of the ship, and their journey begins. Bryann is suprised she stays awake the entire time; she normally falls right asleep while travelling, but she is so entranced by Cyrus’s stories she can’t help but stay awake.
Before they know it, they are touching down on Earth, in the public docks in London’s spaceport.
“We need to get a shuttle…” Bryann murmurs to Cyrus, clutching her hand as they stand outside in the rain.
Bryann nodded. “Wished I’d learned a hell of a lot sooner.” she blinked hard, before putting a grin on her face.“Hell of a deep conversation for a first meeting.” she chuckled, taking a drag of her cigarette, before washing it down with her coffee. She took a deep breath, assessing her current state. She was feeling remarkably better already. Still felt as though someone was punching her in the back of the eyes, but at least she could move her head without it feeling like it would fall off.
She hummed in agreement. “Ain’t that the truth.”
Natasha laughed. “I suppose it is, yeah.” she said with a shrug. “In my life of work, ya get used ta havin’ serious conversations in the oddest places.” she chuckled. “Probly not the best decision but there it is.”
She eyed her companion across the table, sipping on her coffee. “How’s that hangover treatin’ ya? Any improvement?”
Bryann rolled her head slowly on her shoulders, “Doing a lot better, actually, thanks.” she stretched out a bit more, arching her back.
“And I don’t doubt that. I’ve been getting into a lot more…serious conversations lately.” she reflects. Must be a change in her….
