Disclaimer: I hold no claims to the original LOTR cast (Holly and Rachel
are mine)
A/N: none (no flames)
Time: From Sleep Come Dreams
Rachel and Holly stood on a hill in the middle of nowhere, looking at a lake below them as the sun set.
"Hey, Rae."
"What?"
"Wanna go swimmin'?" Holly asked. Her friend had had some rough times in the past and Holly wanted to make her forget everything that had happened. She wanted Rachel to forget Jake and Bryan and all of her men that had died that day. Rachel, the lethal and serious type, was not a person who easily forgot anything and Holly, the spontaneous and cheerful type, knew it well.
"Not particularly," Rachel said, squinting against the orange sky. Holly sighed and examined the rolling, green hills, slightly swaying oak trees, and glistening lake around them. She also decided to count cows. Totally forgetting Rachel, Holly remembered when she was young. It was her aunt's farm then, but now it belonged to her. There were some eighty cows on the property, but Holly just let them roam. Many of the cats were still around or their children were. The small cemetery one would see as they drove down Lover's Lane, or Swartz Lane, was still there, but the stone walls were collapsing. Laughing, she remembered when Rachel came to visit for the second time when they were about fifteen. She and Aunt Betsy had found a dead hawk in a field and wanted to have some feathers and Aunt Betsy wanted a wing. Rachel got a pair of scissors and a hatchet and got what everyone wanted including the head, wings, claws, and a bunch of feathers. She was the only one who wasn't grossed out. Holly still had the tail feathers Rachel had plucked somewhere in her room.
"I'm sleepy! You wanna sleep out here? It's warm enough," Holly commented, hoping to get some expression out of Rachel. She just nodded and stared at the sky, waiting for the stars to come out. The sky was almost purple now.
"How about you get some blankets from the house. It'll get cold tonight," Rachel said finally. She didn't move and Holly walked away and toward the large, white farm house in the distance, thinking sadly. Her friend was wearing her mission uniform. It was similar, in most aspects, to the uniforms of the Delta forces. Rachel was always wearing her uniforms and dog tags. They had been marines...Scorpions: the most elite force in the military and Rachel had been in command of them. She was only twenty- two when they recruited her and twenty-four when they made her commanding officer. A military prodigy. Although she was so young, she was great at her job...killing people without making noise and doing it intelligently. She was an unbelievable strategist and linguistic. After some misfortunes, Rachel had resigned. Holly didn't have a choice in the matter. A year before Rachel's mishaps, a jealous co-officer attacked her, threw her in a closet, busted open one of her eyes and shattered her knee cap. Rachel had offered her a desk job, but Holly was more the outdoors-ee type and declined. Although she was expressionless, Rachel was depressed, sad, and lonely without her men...her family. She was twenty-seven (Holly twenty- eight) and with everyday, her depression got worse. She was pulling herself into a shell.
"Lily! Get out!" Holly yelled at one of the cats. It was supposed to be outside, but somehow it got in and was batting at a goldfish by the sink. Holly kicked Lily out and reached into a linen closet, pulling out two wool blankets and pillows. Before leaving, she grabbed Rachel's guns and her utility belt (equipped with stars and two daggers) along with some polishing supplies. Rae would want to clean up her stuff in case of need for them. There wouldn't be any need, but it made her feel secure...and like a soldier.
"Hey, Rae! I brought your gear and supplies in case you wanted to work on them," Holly said huffing and puffing as she climbed the hill. Rachel had barely moved. She turned around and thanked Holly, a smile on her face. She barely smiled anymore and Holly was grateful that she could make her do that. Laying down her blanket, Holly collapsed sleepily and reached into her back pack, pulling out a hair brush. She combed her short, blonde hair and looked at herself in a small mirror, her brown eyes staring back.
"Could I use your brush, Hol?" Rachel asked. Holly tossed the brush backwards and watched through the mirror as Rachel caught it effortlessly. She threw her long, blonde-red hair over her shoulder and started brushing. It took her a few minutes, but when she was done, she put it in Holly's bag.
"You should get out more, Rae. Forget about everything and have some fun!" Holly complained. Rachel put on her utility belt and stared at her friend with intense, grey-green eyes. They seemed so penetrating; as if they saw everything inside a person. Almost...like a cat...a big one at that. Holly shuddered and decided that Rachel had tortured one too many Taliban soldiers in the past.
"I do get out...Just not in the fashion you propose," Rachel said, whipping out a dagger. She began to walk away and Holly stood up.
"Where you goin'?"
"Out," Rachel called over her shoulder. Holly laughed and yelled back.
"Lunatic! I'm sleeping now!"
She yawned and fell asleep quickly, snuggling with her warm, wool comforter.
Rachel, in the meantime, threw a dagger or two at a nearby tree. She stopped once in a while to listen to the coyotes and the cows. After about twenty minutes of throwing, she sheathed her daggers and went back to her blanket, feeling groggy.
"Holly?" she asked, but was answered only with snores. Sighing, Rachel turned over and fell into the restless sleep she had dreamt nightmares in for the past year and a half.
A/N: none (no flames)
Time: From Sleep Come Dreams
Rachel and Holly stood on a hill in the middle of nowhere, looking at a lake below them as the sun set.
"Hey, Rae."
"What?"
"Wanna go swimmin'?" Holly asked. Her friend had had some rough times in the past and Holly wanted to make her forget everything that had happened. She wanted Rachel to forget Jake and Bryan and all of her men that had died that day. Rachel, the lethal and serious type, was not a person who easily forgot anything and Holly, the spontaneous and cheerful type, knew it well.
"Not particularly," Rachel said, squinting against the orange sky. Holly sighed and examined the rolling, green hills, slightly swaying oak trees, and glistening lake around them. She also decided to count cows. Totally forgetting Rachel, Holly remembered when she was young. It was her aunt's farm then, but now it belonged to her. There were some eighty cows on the property, but Holly just let them roam. Many of the cats were still around or their children were. The small cemetery one would see as they drove down Lover's Lane, or Swartz Lane, was still there, but the stone walls were collapsing. Laughing, she remembered when Rachel came to visit for the second time when they were about fifteen. She and Aunt Betsy had found a dead hawk in a field and wanted to have some feathers and Aunt Betsy wanted a wing. Rachel got a pair of scissors and a hatchet and got what everyone wanted including the head, wings, claws, and a bunch of feathers. She was the only one who wasn't grossed out. Holly still had the tail feathers Rachel had plucked somewhere in her room.
"I'm sleepy! You wanna sleep out here? It's warm enough," Holly commented, hoping to get some expression out of Rachel. She just nodded and stared at the sky, waiting for the stars to come out. The sky was almost purple now.
"How about you get some blankets from the house. It'll get cold tonight," Rachel said finally. She didn't move and Holly walked away and toward the large, white farm house in the distance, thinking sadly. Her friend was wearing her mission uniform. It was similar, in most aspects, to the uniforms of the Delta forces. Rachel was always wearing her uniforms and dog tags. They had been marines...Scorpions: the most elite force in the military and Rachel had been in command of them. She was only twenty- two when they recruited her and twenty-four when they made her commanding officer. A military prodigy. Although she was so young, she was great at her job...killing people without making noise and doing it intelligently. She was an unbelievable strategist and linguistic. After some misfortunes, Rachel had resigned. Holly didn't have a choice in the matter. A year before Rachel's mishaps, a jealous co-officer attacked her, threw her in a closet, busted open one of her eyes and shattered her knee cap. Rachel had offered her a desk job, but Holly was more the outdoors-ee type and declined. Although she was expressionless, Rachel was depressed, sad, and lonely without her men...her family. She was twenty-seven (Holly twenty- eight) and with everyday, her depression got worse. She was pulling herself into a shell.
"Lily! Get out!" Holly yelled at one of the cats. It was supposed to be outside, but somehow it got in and was batting at a goldfish by the sink. Holly kicked Lily out and reached into a linen closet, pulling out two wool blankets and pillows. Before leaving, she grabbed Rachel's guns and her utility belt (equipped with stars and two daggers) along with some polishing supplies. Rae would want to clean up her stuff in case of need for them. There wouldn't be any need, but it made her feel secure...and like a soldier.
"Hey, Rae! I brought your gear and supplies in case you wanted to work on them," Holly said huffing and puffing as she climbed the hill. Rachel had barely moved. She turned around and thanked Holly, a smile on her face. She barely smiled anymore and Holly was grateful that she could make her do that. Laying down her blanket, Holly collapsed sleepily and reached into her back pack, pulling out a hair brush. She combed her short, blonde hair and looked at herself in a small mirror, her brown eyes staring back.
"Could I use your brush, Hol?" Rachel asked. Holly tossed the brush backwards and watched through the mirror as Rachel caught it effortlessly. She threw her long, blonde-red hair over her shoulder and started brushing. It took her a few minutes, but when she was done, she put it in Holly's bag.
"You should get out more, Rae. Forget about everything and have some fun!" Holly complained. Rachel put on her utility belt and stared at her friend with intense, grey-green eyes. They seemed so penetrating; as if they saw everything inside a person. Almost...like a cat...a big one at that. Holly shuddered and decided that Rachel had tortured one too many Taliban soldiers in the past.
"I do get out...Just not in the fashion you propose," Rachel said, whipping out a dagger. She began to walk away and Holly stood up.
"Where you goin'?"
"Out," Rachel called over her shoulder. Holly laughed and yelled back.
"Lunatic! I'm sleeping now!"
She yawned and fell asleep quickly, snuggling with her warm, wool comforter.
Rachel, in the meantime, threw a dagger or two at a nearby tree. She stopped once in a while to listen to the coyotes and the cows. After about twenty minutes of throwing, she sheathed her daggers and went back to her blanket, feeling groggy.
"Holly?" she asked, but was answered only with snores. Sighing, Rachel turned over and fell into the restless sleep she had dreamt nightmares in for the past year and a half.