A/N: Here's chapter 2! I'm going to be honest with you, I already have 6 chapters prepared for this story, hence the quick update XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha and its characters, nor do I own this plot since it's directly based on Radclyffe's story of the same title. I just love the story so much and the characters had an uncanny similarity with NanoFate that I had to share this awesome story .. Apologies if I offend anyone.
Chapter 2
Momoko was astounded at their reception. Clyde Harlaown's wife Lindy took them into their home as if they had been long-awaited relatives.
"Chrono! Chrono Harlaown! You carry those bags upstairs while I get these folks something to eat!" she bellowed merrily, while herding the Takamachi family into her living room. She the same height as Momoko, with a birthmark on her forehead and twinkling aquamarine eyes. She had none of the pampered look of the Cranagan matrons Momoko had called friends, and her nearly palpable energy threatened to overwhelm the sedate Momoko.
"Oh no, really," Momoko protested, looking to her husband and daughter for support. "We only stopped to let you know we had arrived. I'm sure Shiro can find us suitable lodging at the -er- hotel."
"Don't you believe it," Lindy responded earnestly, while hastily moving books and papers from the worn couch in the sitting area. "That hotel is sure to be full with cowboys in for the week's end or worse, and no place for you folks to be staying. You'll stay right here with us 'til you get settled! We've plenty of room, and a couple more mouths to feed is no hardship."
Nanoha recognized the look of consternation on her mother's face, and took her arm. "Mother, I think we should accept Mrs. Harlaown's hospitality. It will give Father a chance to talk things over with Mr. Harlaown, too."
"That's right, my dear," Shiro added. "I'm sure that Clyde has suggestions for a place we might acquire."
Lindy nodded. "That he has. Now, I'll get busy heating water because I should think you'll be wanting proper baths along about now."
"Why don't you rest awhile and I'll help Mrs. Harlaown in the kitchen," Nanoha urged. "Perhaps we can make some of that tea we've been saving."
"Right you are child. You come with me," Lindy said with authority and bustled out.
Nanoha followed, as eager for the chance to talk with Lindy Harlaown about the town as she was for the promise of a bath.
Momoko turned to her husband in dismay, "Shiro?"
He looked back good-naturedly and turned his hands up. "I guess it's decided."
It turned out that a few days became a week before Nanoha's father decided upon a house on the southern edge of town. The dwelling was a modest but sound two-story wood structure, and Nanoha was especially pleased that there was a small room adjacent to hers that she might use for her photography. It was a brisk walk to work for Shiro and near enough to the other townspeople for Momoko and Nanoha to socialize. Nanoha knew that he was worried that she and her mother would be lonely. As it was, his concerns were unfounded.
During their stay at the Harlaowns, Momoko and Nanoha were besieged by visitors. Newcomers, especially Easterners, were a rarity, and everyone wanted to meet them. Nanoha enjoyed herself thoroughly and found herself accepting invitations to tea and something on Saturday afternoons called a quilting circle. Momoko found the easy familiarity of the women both captivating and a little unnerving.
"My goodness, they're quite intense, aren't they?" she gasped after one particularly busy morning of entertaining in the Harlaown living room.
"Oh, I think they're wonderful!" Nanoha exclaimed. "I feel so welcome!" She reached for her shawl and bag, adding, "Mother, I asked Chrono to show me the town this afternoon. We've been here for days and I scarcely know what the place looks like. Would you like to come?"
"Not today, darling. I've had quite enough new experiences for one morning, thank you!" Momoko sank wearily to the sofa, sighing with relief.
Laughing, Nanoha leaned over to kiss her lightly on the cheek and said briskly, "All right. I'll be home soon. I promised I'd help Mrs. Harlaown with dinner."
Chrono Harlaown was twenty-three years old, tall, strong and sturdy. He was more than pleased to be strolling down Main Street with Miss Nanoha Takamachi. He had never seen anyone quite as fetching as she, especially in that dress that was far finer than anything he had seen the girls in town wearing.
"This here is the main street, Miss Nanoha. We've got a general store, right over there next to the livery, and the bank across from that of course. Down yonder is the schoolhouse, and -"
"Wait, Chrono! Just show me as we go, please, or I'll never remember a thing!" Nanoha laughed, pushing back her bonnet to let the sun strike her face. Her mother would disapprove of the effects on her skin, but Nanoha didn't care. She couldn't stand to be hidden away. It was almost the first of June and the air was still crisp and cool, so unlike the muggy early summer days she recalled in the city.
"Oh right, sure," he said, blushing to the roots of his dark blue hair.
By the time they had walked the five blocks to the end of the central thoroughfare, Nanoha knew where women bought their dry goods and sewing materials, where the children went to school, and where the men from the surrounding ranches came to have a drink and spend their wages on a Friday night. Turning back, she was struck with the efficiency and order of the small town. Every need was met, simply and without embellishment. But the street was clean and the board sidewalk sturdy, and all the faces she passed were kind and friendly.
"Let's rest awhile, shall we?" she said suddenly, brushing off a place to sit on the bench in front of the dry goods store. "It's so beautiful today I don't want to go back inside just yet.'
"Why, okay," Chrono said, at a loss for words. He sat down beside her on the bench and stretched his long legs out in front of him. He swallowed audibly several times, but when it became apparent that Nanoha did not require him to converse, he began to relax.
Everything was new to her, right down to the hard packed earth of the street before her. Gone were the cobblestone roads and fine horse-drawn carriages she was used to seeing. These had been replaced by plain board-sided buckboards and heavy draft horses, accustomed to pulling loads of supplies or stubborn stumps, whichever their owners required. The houses, though carefully tended and built to last, were a far cry from the stone townhouses where Nanoha and her friends had lived. Despite the stark utility of the place, Nanoha sensed an air of vitality and vigor she had not noticed in the staid surroundings in which she had grown up. There was a steady stream of ranchers and homesteaders in and out of town loading wagons, men calling to one another as they led horses in and out of the livery, and women passing by on the sidewalks, laden with parcels. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement to find herself a part of this strange new world.
She watched another of the young cowboys who had been passing by all morning cross the street to the blacksmith's opposite her. She was coming to recognize the same purposeful gait and easy carriage that all the men seemed to have. Following the tall, lanky form clad in rough denim toward the corral, she was struck by the unusual refinement of the deeply tanned features. As he swept off his hat to wipe a sleeve across his brow, she caught sight of the thick, blond hair held back with a dark tie.
"Oh! My goodness," she cried in a startled voice, "that's a woman!"
"Huh?" Chrono asked, rousing from his reverie. He had been nearly asleep beside her in the warm sun. "Who?"
Nanoha pointed in astonishment, quite forgetting that it was rude. "Right over there."
"Oh - that's just Fate," Chrono said dismissively. "Her stallion threw a shoe this morning and she's coming to get him, I reckon." He finished, as if that settled things.
Nanoha stared openly at the woman who was leaning one booted foot on the lower board of the railing fronting the corral, deep in conversation with the blacksmith. What startled Nanoha even more than her attire was the sidearm holstered neatly against her muscular thigh.
"But she's wearing a gun!" Nanoha cried, amazed. She should have been scandalized, she supposed, but she was simply too surprised to be anything but curious.
"Why, I guess she'd better, riding into town alone, what with the way things are out on the range," Chrono said matter-of-factly. "Settlers are fighting mad about expeditions crossing over their lands on the way to the Oregon gold fields, and my father says the miners are violating the treaties with the Indians, too. People are starting to get riled and the marshal can't be expected to be everywhere, you know," he proclaimed with authority, clearly still echoing the words of his father.
"Yes, but- well, I mean, - who is she?"
Chrono turned to her, confused. "I told you. Name's Fate Testarossa. She has a ranch a few miles out of town. Does right well, too, so everybody says. She doesn't seem to have any trouble selling her horses. I wish I could get one of hers," he finished wistfully.
Nanoha turned to him, eyes full of wonder. "You mean she owns it?"
"Well, I guess so, since her father died a ways back and she's the only one left. I guess she owns it." Nanoha stared at the woman whose features were shadowed now by the wide-brimmed Stetson that she wore. Now that Nanoha looked carefully, she could see that the body was not that of a young man. Fate Testarossa was lean and muscular to be sure, but there was a subtle curve to the hip and slenderness in the arms that betrayed her sex. And under the worn denim of her shirt, sweat-dampened in the back, there was a suggestive swell of breasts. Never in her life had Nanoha seen a woman wear pants, even in the confines of her own home. She continued to stare until she realized that the woman was heading straight toward them, leading a beautiful black stallion. Nanoha quickly averted her gaze despite the fact that she desperately wanted to see Fate up close. The woman would think she had no manners at all, staring at her like a schoolboy!
Nanoha heard the jangle of spurs growing louder, until suddenly it stopped right in front of them. She looked down at the dusty toes of two very well worn boots.
Fate threw the reins over the railing and took the two stairs up to the porch in one long stride.
"Howdy, Fate," Chrono said amiably.
"Afternoon, Chrono," she answered as she stepped into the dry goods store.
Nanoha was surprised at the deep but melodious timbre of her voice. She glanced then at the horse standing quietly before them, taking in the well-ridden but still beautiful saddle engraved with an elegantly tooled FT. Her eyes widened slightly as she noticed the rifle tucked into a case on the right side. She turned to Chrono with another question but stopped when she heard the spurs behind them again.
"Say, Chrono, you can tell your dad I've got that colt down from the high country if he wants to ride out and see him sometime," Fate said as she came through the door on her way out of the store. "Oh, sorry- I didn't mean to be interrupting," she said when she saw that Nanoha had been about to speak.
Nanoha looked up into the most beautiful burgundy eyes she had ever seen. Her glance traveled quickly from the sun bleached hair beneath the brim of the cowboy hat and over the strong cheekbones to a generous mouth and square chin. She dropped her gaze when she saw Fate color slightly and felt her own face flame. What had gotten into her!
"Oh, it's okay, Fate! You're not interrupting," Chrono began, warming to his role as guide. "This here is Miss Nanoha Takamachi, and she's just come from Cranagan. Her dad and mine are going to run the paper together now."
Fate reached up with a slim, long-fingered hand, browned from the sun, and quickly removed her hat. She looked down from what seemed to Nanoha to be a great height and said softly, "I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Takamachi. I'm Fate Testarossa. You picked the right time of year to arrive in Altseim. Spring and summer are mighty fine seasons." She smiled then, and her eyes flashed a gentle welcome.
Nanoha smiled back and held out her hand. "I believe it is easily the most beautiful country that I have ever seen, Miss Testarossa."
Fate took her hand in a firm but careful grip and replied, "Please call me Fate." She held Nanoha's hand for an instant and then stepped back self-consciously. "Well Chrono, you give your dad that message. I'd better be getting along."
"Sure, Fate. See you at the sale."
Nanoha followed the trim line of Fate's back as she went quickly down the stairs and grasped the reins of her horse. Effortlessly, she swung one long leg over the saddle and looked down at Nanoha almost shyly from her mount.
"Good luck to you, Miss Takamachi."
"Thank you, Fate. And please call me Nanoha."
Fate smiled easily and tipped her hat once again.
"Good afternoon then, Chrono. Miss Nanoha." And with that she swung her horse away and spurred her into an easy canter out of town.
Chrono didn't notice Nanoha's quiet concentration as they walked slowly back to the house.
"Ah my, but what would they think of her back in Cranagan," she thought to herself, unable to forget the odd encounter. Nanoha had imagined all manner of new discoveries on the frontier, but she had never dreamed of anything as intriguing as Fate Testarossa.
A/N: The third chapter will be posted soon. Hope you enjoyed this chapter XD