A/N-well it's not the chapter I promised last time. I started writing and
this came out. I am continuing to fill in those holes in the character
past so it may contradict everything in the show. It's basically going to
be the story of Bobby and Harper's first meeting but I don't think it is
going to happen for a while (I have a plan and that never works when you
are writing) ok this authors note is longer than the story sorry
This is from the point of view of Harper and Brendan the **** separate where Harper is think and were Brendan is thinking.
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Brendan walked into the small hut. All huts in the camp were the same tin roof held down by rocks, four walls and curtain separating the two rooms, main and bedroom.
He found his cousin passed out a pile of blankets. Shay stirred in his sleep but never woke. Man he was thin Brendan thought. Camp life was rough, you could see everyone's ribs, but Seamus looked like he was half of the size he was three weeks ago when he parents died. The kid didn't have much weight to lose in the first place. Kid, Brendan had given Seamus that nickname when they first moved to the camp. He was only a year younger than Brendan but Brendan loved reminding Seamus of it.
He looked like a kid in his sleep. Right now he looked like a kid having a nightmare. Shay keep rolling over and crying out in his sleep. Brendan could only catch a few words, Kari, come back, take me not her. Cries racked Shay body and Brendan wondered if he should wake his cousin. He knew better, there was nothing he could do for him. He wasn't his parents or sisters, they were gone and Seamus was the last of the Harpers. He decide to let Shay sleep, if he woke he wouldn't want to talk about it.
Harper was often ruled by his strong emotions, but camp life had taught Shay a lesson or two about emotions. In the end Seamus kept his emotion bottled up inside of him while he babbled about some nonsense. It kept lessen the beating but the chatter still got Seamus plenty of black and blue marks from Neizchiens tired of his endless words. As he grew older Shay stopped showing emotion to most people and started blabbling to everyone in the camp. Only when he was alone with people he was truelly close to did he show his true emotions. Often when Shay went on about space or how he could built this out of that, Brendan found himself wanting to grab his cousin and scream just say it. He knew Shay would just shut himself down if Brendan ever did that though. Brendan knew he was one of the few people close to Seamus that was still alive. Growing close to people was dangerous. They died too quicky, but Shay needed him now.
Shay was so far away from him right now Brendan wasn't sure if he would be able to pull his cousin back. Brendan pulled a crate from the main room and sat down. He wasn't going to lose his cousin without a fight.
"I'm here for you kid" Brendan said to the sleeping form.
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The sun was streaming through the holes in the tin roof when Harper finally woke up the day. He opens his eyes and moaned. He was too tired and sore to get up. Harper's eyes were aching from his continuous crying, and he wasn't even sure the last time he had eaten food. Liquor and drugs had been his nutrition for the past weeks but it was starting to catch up to him and is body. As his stomach groan in protest, he rolled over in the blankets on the floor that made up his bed. It was easier to sleep. When you slept you escaped and didn't have to think. It was still day and Harper would be alone in the hut. When you were alone you had time to think and thinking was dangerous. The hut made him remember his parents, Kari and even Tara. The dull ache never seemed to go away. He rewrapped himself in the blanket and tried to go back to sleep
"Shay, you're finally up," Harper jumped at the sound of a voice. For one happy moment he thought it was his father. Opening his eyes again his spotted his cousin Brendan sitting on a crate by the door.
How long had he been sitting there? Harper was amazed he hadn't woken up. In the camps you devolved a six sense to know when you are being watched, it was a matter of survival.
"Leave me alone bre..." Harper muttered back.
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Brendan watched as Shay finally began to get up, and then go back to sleep. Brendan decide he was going to start is campaign to get the Shay he knew back. For three weeks he had done nothing but slept all day and staying up all night, Seamus had just found a new way to bury his emotions. His half done plans for revenge were scattered all over the house. Parts of the house were perfectly clean and other parts had junk throw about. Harper's mood swings over the past three weeks had often left Brendan wondering what would come next in the past three weeks.
"Shay it's the middle of the afternoon, get up," getting nowhere Brendan tried again. "There's a meeting tonight. We need you."
Still defogging his brain Harper managed to mutter out "Where?"
"Usual place, get up. We can grab some food and head down there."
"I'm not going"
"Yes you are" Brendan looked at his cousin. How he lived so long with such strong emotions he would never know. Emotions were weaknesses, everyone knew that. But Brendan missed his head strong, always hopeful, cousin. His upbeat personality so out of place in the death camp they called Earth. Brendan reached down and grabbed the blankets off Harper and picked up the thin boy and began dragging him into the main room of the house.
"Bren, BREN, BREDON PUT ME DOWN!!!" Brendan ignored his cousin screams pulling him up. Neither of them was very big but Brendan had always been the stronger of the two. With all the weight Seamus had lost he was no match for him. The two boys now stood face to face.
"Shay" Brendan shouted over his cousins screams. "Listen to me" Seamus finally stopped his screaming and settled down. "You're coming with me. We are going, we are getting some food and going to the meeting."
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Harper soon discovered that there was no way getting around going with his cousin. Finally he stumped in his cousins grip. What was with Bren today? Bren was the one who introduced him to the resistance but was never too keen on Harper's involvement.
Every time they went on a raid Brendan was always in Harper's group. "I got your back kid" he would always say. Raids were dangerous Harper had been shot in the arm during one over a year ago. Brendan had dragged him all the way back from the Neizchiens strong hold and then patched him up. He had even come up with some excuse to his parents when Harper dragged back home. They knew what had happen but they pretended to believe Brendan. They knew they would never be able to stop them from doing the raids even if they tried.
Harper broke away from Brendan. What if it had been Bren shot a year ago, Harper knew he was a weakling he would never be able to carry Brendan back, much less know how to treat the injury. Harper knew the basics but that only went so far. He didn't want to lose Brendan too. They had been friend since they had moved to the camps after Tara death in the Magog raid. No more deaths on his hands. That's what he had said last night.
"Shay, I am not going without you, and I AM going. So if I have to drag you skinny ass all the way there." Harper knew it was the truth. Well the better the raids where planed the less people were hurt and Harper was good at the plans. Some had called him the genius beheaded some of the better raids. Harper had never liked being called a genius though. A true genius would have gotten away from here; a true genius would not have killed off his whole family. No Seamus Harper was no genius, just one more Mudfoot.
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"Fine I'll go" Seamus replied Brendan nagging having gotten to him.
"Come on lets go" Brendan took his younger cousin by the shoulder and lead him out of the small hut. It was a start. Seamus was coming out of his house. It would be a while before Brendan would see his Shay again though, if he ever did.
**so what do you think (good bad tell me you opinion), should I continue or have a wandered too far out there***
This is from the point of view of Harper and Brendan the **** separate where Harper is think and were Brendan is thinking.
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Brendan walked into the small hut. All huts in the camp were the same tin roof held down by rocks, four walls and curtain separating the two rooms, main and bedroom.
He found his cousin passed out a pile of blankets. Shay stirred in his sleep but never woke. Man he was thin Brendan thought. Camp life was rough, you could see everyone's ribs, but Seamus looked like he was half of the size he was three weeks ago when he parents died. The kid didn't have much weight to lose in the first place. Kid, Brendan had given Seamus that nickname when they first moved to the camp. He was only a year younger than Brendan but Brendan loved reminding Seamus of it.
He looked like a kid in his sleep. Right now he looked like a kid having a nightmare. Shay keep rolling over and crying out in his sleep. Brendan could only catch a few words, Kari, come back, take me not her. Cries racked Shay body and Brendan wondered if he should wake his cousin. He knew better, there was nothing he could do for him. He wasn't his parents or sisters, they were gone and Seamus was the last of the Harpers. He decide to let Shay sleep, if he woke he wouldn't want to talk about it.
Harper was often ruled by his strong emotions, but camp life had taught Shay a lesson or two about emotions. In the end Seamus kept his emotion bottled up inside of him while he babbled about some nonsense. It kept lessen the beating but the chatter still got Seamus plenty of black and blue marks from Neizchiens tired of his endless words. As he grew older Shay stopped showing emotion to most people and started blabbling to everyone in the camp. Only when he was alone with people he was truelly close to did he show his true emotions. Often when Shay went on about space or how he could built this out of that, Brendan found himself wanting to grab his cousin and scream just say it. He knew Shay would just shut himself down if Brendan ever did that though. Brendan knew he was one of the few people close to Seamus that was still alive. Growing close to people was dangerous. They died too quicky, but Shay needed him now.
Shay was so far away from him right now Brendan wasn't sure if he would be able to pull his cousin back. Brendan pulled a crate from the main room and sat down. He wasn't going to lose his cousin without a fight.
"I'm here for you kid" Brendan said to the sleeping form.
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The sun was streaming through the holes in the tin roof when Harper finally woke up the day. He opens his eyes and moaned. He was too tired and sore to get up. Harper's eyes were aching from his continuous crying, and he wasn't even sure the last time he had eaten food. Liquor and drugs had been his nutrition for the past weeks but it was starting to catch up to him and is body. As his stomach groan in protest, he rolled over in the blankets on the floor that made up his bed. It was easier to sleep. When you slept you escaped and didn't have to think. It was still day and Harper would be alone in the hut. When you were alone you had time to think and thinking was dangerous. The hut made him remember his parents, Kari and even Tara. The dull ache never seemed to go away. He rewrapped himself in the blanket and tried to go back to sleep
"Shay, you're finally up," Harper jumped at the sound of a voice. For one happy moment he thought it was his father. Opening his eyes again his spotted his cousin Brendan sitting on a crate by the door.
How long had he been sitting there? Harper was amazed he hadn't woken up. In the camps you devolved a six sense to know when you are being watched, it was a matter of survival.
"Leave me alone bre..." Harper muttered back.
************* ************
Brendan watched as Shay finally began to get up, and then go back to sleep. Brendan decide he was going to start is campaign to get the Shay he knew back. For three weeks he had done nothing but slept all day and staying up all night, Seamus had just found a new way to bury his emotions. His half done plans for revenge were scattered all over the house. Parts of the house were perfectly clean and other parts had junk throw about. Harper's mood swings over the past three weeks had often left Brendan wondering what would come next in the past three weeks.
"Shay it's the middle of the afternoon, get up," getting nowhere Brendan tried again. "There's a meeting tonight. We need you."
Still defogging his brain Harper managed to mutter out "Where?"
"Usual place, get up. We can grab some food and head down there."
"I'm not going"
"Yes you are" Brendan looked at his cousin. How he lived so long with such strong emotions he would never know. Emotions were weaknesses, everyone knew that. But Brendan missed his head strong, always hopeful, cousin. His upbeat personality so out of place in the death camp they called Earth. Brendan reached down and grabbed the blankets off Harper and picked up the thin boy and began dragging him into the main room of the house.
"Bren, BREN, BREDON PUT ME DOWN!!!" Brendan ignored his cousin screams pulling him up. Neither of them was very big but Brendan had always been the stronger of the two. With all the weight Seamus had lost he was no match for him. The two boys now stood face to face.
"Shay" Brendan shouted over his cousins screams. "Listen to me" Seamus finally stopped his screaming and settled down. "You're coming with me. We are going, we are getting some food and going to the meeting."
************* ************
Harper soon discovered that there was no way getting around going with his cousin. Finally he stumped in his cousins grip. What was with Bren today? Bren was the one who introduced him to the resistance but was never too keen on Harper's involvement.
Every time they went on a raid Brendan was always in Harper's group. "I got your back kid" he would always say. Raids were dangerous Harper had been shot in the arm during one over a year ago. Brendan had dragged him all the way back from the Neizchiens strong hold and then patched him up. He had even come up with some excuse to his parents when Harper dragged back home. They knew what had happen but they pretended to believe Brendan. They knew they would never be able to stop them from doing the raids even if they tried.
Harper broke away from Brendan. What if it had been Bren shot a year ago, Harper knew he was a weakling he would never be able to carry Brendan back, much less know how to treat the injury. Harper knew the basics but that only went so far. He didn't want to lose Brendan too. They had been friend since they had moved to the camps after Tara death in the Magog raid. No more deaths on his hands. That's what he had said last night.
"Shay, I am not going without you, and I AM going. So if I have to drag you skinny ass all the way there." Harper knew it was the truth. Well the better the raids where planed the less people were hurt and Harper was good at the plans. Some had called him the genius beheaded some of the better raids. Harper had never liked being called a genius though. A true genius would have gotten away from here; a true genius would not have killed off his whole family. No Seamus Harper was no genius, just one more Mudfoot.
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"Fine I'll go" Seamus replied Brendan nagging having gotten to him.
"Come on lets go" Brendan took his younger cousin by the shoulder and lead him out of the small hut. It was a start. Seamus was coming out of his house. It would be a while before Brendan would see his Shay again though, if he ever did.
**so what do you think (good bad tell me you opinion), should I continue or have a wandered too far out there***