By shadows/of/flame
Finally, Karigoya Yabureme's much needed sequel is here! My brain went on a major blockage, not to mention all of my other fics were deleted when my other computer bombed on me.
But that's no excuse, enjoy! XD
Her breathing across his bare chest slowed to faint wisps as she nodded off to sleep, the day having tired her out immensely.
He watched her sleep wearily, the burden of helping the city get back on it's feet no longer upon them - now was a time to relax. For now.
At least, until the next day, when Jak would undoubtedly call upon the couple to help him with one thing or another, as had been the custom for the past few weeks.
Torn was about to nod off to sleep himself when his communicator that sat on his bedside table started buzzing almost maniacally, causing him to slip out of his comfortable bed with his adorable mechanic girlfriend to answer it, slipping outside so as not to wake her.
"Hello? Torn speaking? It's the middle of the night, and if this isn't important then I'll wring your neck."
Ashelin's worried voice greeted him almost immediately.
"Torn? I'm so glad I could contact you. I'm sorry about the hour, but there's a major problem in the Wasteland, and I'll be needing your help straight away..."
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Keira stood rooted to the spot as Torn broke the news to her, fear and annoyance rising in her chest.
"Do you have to go to the Wasteland? Surely a group of metal heads is no major issue to Spargus' water supply!"
Her voice was strained and high-pitched, and Torn didn't like to see her that way.
"Nevertheless, Ashelin insists that it is of great importance. I have no choice, whether I wanted to go or not. I'm sorry, Keir."
Keira crossed her arms angrily, her lower lip curled in a pout.
"What about our wedding plans? Is she going to "decree" that you'll be allowed to back in time for THAT?"
He winced at the angry tone in her voice, but could well understand her annoyance in the matter.
"Ashelin told me it would take a couple of days tops. Regardless, you know I would never miss our wedding. Not even for the world."
"You'd better not."
The door to their bedroom slammed shut before he even had the chance to say "...I'm leaving tonight."
After breaking the news to Keira had gone horribly wrong, Torn spent the rest of the day gathering the supplies and things he would need for the short trip.
"Get there, kill a couple of metal heads, and get back in time for the wedding. How hard can that be?" he mused to himself, packing in some extra ammo just in case he had gotten shabby.
Dinner with Keira was spent in silence, with him only picking at his food.
He wanted to tell her he would be gone by the time she woke up, but he didn't have the heart.
"Look, Keira..." he finally found the guts to say, jerking her out of her reverie.
"...I have to leave for the Wasteland tonight. I tried to tell you earlier, but I didn't..."
Her fork clattered noisily to the floor as she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest.
No words were needed as he held her tightly, wanting the world to stop just for a few seconds.
Just so he could stay a little longer.
For when he walked out that door, he would start a chain of events that would make or break their relationship, and the future of Spargus.