Fuyuko: In case you missed it earlier, this is just a serial posting of the 100 short fics and drabbles I'm doing from the prompts on OTP100, a fanfic community on Livejournal. So, yes, some of these may be crack, and none of them will go together. Think of this story as a series of photographs in a family album.

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Title: Riding on to You

LoZ OTP100 – Prompt # 33 Truck

Warnings: AU, because how else do I get trucks in the Legend of Zelda universe

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"Get in the bed of the truck then, little hero. I'm going to need all the help I can get against those bandits."

The blonde boy wearing a green t-shirt and tan shorts nodded solemnly, vaulting up into the truck's brown and slightly rusty bed by bracing his hands on the tailgate. Seeing that he was settled, the red-headed woman handed him one of those funny things he'd come to understand was called a shotgun. It acted like his bow did back in Hyrule, but it had a much more powerful kickback and was, as far as he could tell so far, more damaging when it hit a target.

"I don't want you to actually hit the bandits, just aim for their car tires or something that will force them to leave us alone. I don't want you to get in trouble for being a vigilante or anything. I just want to deliver my special shipment of milk safely." He smiled grimly, but it assured her that he wasn't going to do anything foolish. Cremia doubted he would have without the warning, even if the boy didn't talk to her, she had this feeling he had something more important to do than save her sister's cows and her milk shipment.

There was just that feeling, that sense that he wasn't supposed to be here, but that fate had brought him to Termina, maybe even dragged him out of his own time and place to complete some task in her world. Maybe it had something to do with that creepy moon…the scientists at the space research center in Woodfall said it wasn't a problem though. She just didn't know anymore, and the only thing she could do was accept his kind offer of help to her and her sister Romani. That, and give him clothes that were less, well, odd. Who wore a tunic these days?

For his part, the boy remained hunkered down in the bed of her '97 Dekuge Ram truck, holding the gun like he was a pro, even though the younger sister had only taught him to shoot a few days ago. Link had always been a fast learner, it had been more than an asset over the years of time-travel to save his princess. To get back to her, back to Hyrule, he knew he'd have to pull out all the stops, and stretch every skill he had. He calmly checked the ammunition level as Cremia got into the cab, started up the mechanical beast she called a truck and likened to a horse, and drove off.

One step at a time, he would find his way back to Hyrule. One foot in front of the other, always, and he would be ready to jump into whatever portal appeared to take him home. One moment to the next, he would think of her, his princess, and he would never forget where he belonged, even if he had to stay here until his tasks were completed.

Overhead, the looming, grinning, skull-like visage of Termina's moon watched as night fell and the boy from another time defended a truck of milk, just another step on his road back to his princess.