Trav'lin' Light [Open]

Sierra used her top to wipe the tears away. She sobbed quietly into Spencer's shoulder, and finally looked into his eyes.

"One of my old squaddies died...."

She sobbed some more.

"I've been so mean to you....and you deserve the complete opposite, you've been kidnapped by your friends, and all I can do is be a rude bitch. I didn't mean to be..."

"I think I have. As much as an emotionless shell can."

Sierra struggled to her feet, and let Spencer assist her back to the living room. Instead of her previous spot, she decided to sit on the lounge, next to Spencer.

"Anything new?"

Sierra drank from her water bottle, and fell back into the lounge, enjoying the comfort, something she usually despised.

"Some days I wonder how I could go without things like comfort and love. This is one of those days."

Sierra said this softly, but if the two boys were quiet, they would be able to hear it.


Michael sat upright as Spencer held her while she walked out. He leaned in when they sat down.

"Are you okay, Sierra? I didn't mean to listen in, but there's only so much these walls can stop. Sorry for your loss, any man who protects an innocent is a good man."

"You really aughta stop saying such mean things about yourself. You're a beautiful girl. You're not a bitch. You've been through more than anyone should have to deal with. So chin up, be a little easier on yourself, all right?"

"I know."

Sierra put her jacket back on as she sat down, and looked into her hands, and buried her face in them for a moment, wiping down.

"What did you sa- oh, you don't need to worry about that. I'll be there for you, all right? Don't think you're ever alone in this shit. I'm here for you,"

Sierra put her hands in Spencer's and looked him in the eyes.

"We've all got each other's asses, but we aren't close....not yet....I don't know if we will be, I'd like to be, though."

At this, Michael began fake snoring, Sierra looked over and chuckled. She removed her hands from Spencer's and regained her composture from before the letter.

"What's our plan?"

Michael got up and shook the cigarette off, and stomped it until it went out.

"Waste of a good cigarette that was."

He nodded at Spencer, in a fashion that implied he was better then Spencer.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are we wasting your valuable time? And as for our plan- unless Mikey came up with something while we were gone, we got nothing so far. My suggestion is tomorrow we ask around town to see if they know anything about the boys that dropped me off. We can see if they dropped anything on the way out. How does that sound to everyone?"

"I got nothing."

Sierra sighed, unimpressed by the plan.

"It'll have to do. As for the rest of today?"

"Food would be stellar."

Michael grinned like an idiot as he got up and raided his caps supply, you could swear he was still grinning as he walked out the door.

Sierra remained silent, she found silence to be her best friend at times. In reality, she didn't know how to talk to Spencer. She had met his type before, and they liked to do most of the talking.

"I'm. ...I'm fucked. Well and truly fucked. I feel so emotionless. All the time. I'm too bitter to feel anything."

She paused for a moment.

"Do you feel like that?"

She put her hand on his.

"I've never felt things like true friendship or love. All I know is killing and comraderie. But you're here for me. You and Michael. I'm grateful for that.'

Sierra started breathing heavily, her heart pounding, she started to turn red. She looked at Spencer's neck, she couldn't look at his face. She bit her lip. Sierra brought her face closer to his. Then Michael hurried back in and laid the food down on the table. Sierra pulled away.

"Meals on...maybe I shouldn't wear my good shoes on dirt."

Michael grabbed his serving of coyote meat and began eating. Sierra nervously did the same.

"What did you two get up to?"

Michael said with a mouthful of food.