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Far Away

A Hannah Montana / Red Dead Redemption crossover Story, AU, OOC

Questions

It's almost sundown again. I've been tied up in this room for a whole day. The Stewart Boss and a guy named Amos were checking on me every now and then, bringing me a little bit of food and water to drink, and of course also looking if I was still there. Heck, where should I go? I don't even know where I am … I feel so lonely and lost … I sigh … I cried for half of the day and I think I now really can't cry anymore. I'm exhausted even though I hardly moved. I just want everything to be over quickly … I just want to get back home …

In the morning I heard a whole bunch of people talking downstairs, they kind of woke me up. It sounded like there were quite a lot … was that the whole gang? I don't know … and frankly, I don't even care. I look outside the window and only see sand and bushes out there. I have so many questions … a simple one of them being who will watch me tonight? I hope it's not one of their horny men again … I actually hope it's this Miley person … I mean, I really feel intimidated by her but even she had her nice moments last night …

Oh daddy … please come and help me … I don't care how … just give them their money and then they'll let me go … or get rid of them all … I feel tears stinging in my eyes again … is this even possible? Can I cry even more?

- Miley

I was riding around south of Tumbleweed for the rest of the day. I was partly looking for animals to hunt and partly looking for people, to get some news and information. But both with no success. This area is kind of lost. It's also very dry … Maybe tomorrow I will ride to Rathskeller Fork and grab myself a newspaper. Maybe there's something in it about our Miss Lillian Truscott.

My thoughts drift to the girl who is sitting, probably alone, in the spare room in the big house in Tumbleweed. I really don't know why but I feel a little sorry for her. I never felt pity for a hostage before … but thinking about it, she is only the second female hostage we've had, and the first one was probably even tougher than I am. I already told my dad that I will watch her this night again. I'm glad dad sent away Archie to Tall Trees. That's quite a distance from here, so he won't be bothering her again soon.

I have a fun thought … maybe I can toughen her up a little. But this thought vanishes very quickly when I think about her girly attitude … well maybe not.

I look at the sky and see the sun is quite low. I better ride back, keep her company again. She might as well deserve some. I don't know why I soften up that much, maybe because she seems so fragile at some times. I shrug and then signal Sunny to go.

ooo

After I brought Sunny into the paddock I get into the house, lights, as usually, almost non-existing, but the moon is, again, spending enough light for me to see quite a lot, even inside the house.

"Hey, bud." I'm greeted by my father, who is sitting inside the living room, smoking his pipe again. He looks like he's a little in thought. "Hi, dad." I walk into the kitchen and see that there's some hot water cooking. I poor the hot liquid into a cup with tea and pick it up. Guess that's for the woman upstairs. I walk past my father again and add: "I'll be upstairs with the gal. Night."

I see him looking at me and giving me a smile. A rather grateful one. "Thanks, bud. Good night." A question then pops into my head and I ask: "Was she okay?" Dad looks at me again and nods. "Kept quiet the whole day." I nod in acknowledgement but don't reply anymore and just walk upstairs, careful not to spill the hot beverage in my hands and then carefully open the door. A curious but frightened pair of eyes look at me but when she realizes it's me she seems to visibly relax a little bit. I close the door behind me and ask: "Want some tea?"

"Yes, please." she politely replies and I put the cup down on the nightstand, untying her hands again from the bed. I think I'll leave it like this for tonight. If she behaves there's no need for tying her up all the time. I put the rope on the nightstand as well and catch a glimpse of her rubbing her wrists again. I know how much those dang ropes can hurt after a while. I take the cup again and hand it to her. She mouths a quiet 'thanks' as she takes it.

I go back to the spot where I sat yesterday, and before I sit down I take the rifle off of my back and put it into the corner. I sit down onto the squeaking floor and cross my arms behind my head again. I silently watch our hostage taking sip after sip. I wonder what is going through that head of hers. She looks pretty much exhausted and tired, yesterday she seemed a lot angrier. As she finishes the cup she puts it back down on the nightstand and already prepares herself for being tied up again.

"Ya can keep your hands wherever ya want. I won't tie ya up again." I simply tell her, her eyebrows raising a little bit in relief at the statement. She replies with a: "Thank you." and after a short silence she asks: "Why … uhm … " but she doesn't seem to find the right words. I finish for her: "Am I being nice for a change?" with a hint of a smirk on my face. She just nods.

"Because" I start, my smirk spreading a little wider: "you behaved today." Again she just nods, her look turning a little more thankful. A rather comfortable silence is hanging in the room now. But I then shift a little uncomfortably. My butt hurts from sitting on that hard floor the whole last night and it's not gonna get better now that I'm sitting there again right now. I frown, but then I hear her voice, offering: "Do you … want to sit on the bed? There's enough room for two … "

I didn't even realize she was watching me and I'm rather surprised that she understood why I was shifting. "Yeah … thanks." I take the offer and walk over to the bed, sitting down on it and taking the same position as on the floor, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms behind my head. Ah … that feels better …

"Uhm … " she presses and I look at her again, she looks like she's struggling about talking with me. I can see her mouth opening and closing a few times before she finally asks: "C-can I ask you some … some questions?" Wow, is she really that afraid of talking to me? Yesterday she was talking back without thinking about it. Looks like I got my respect from her.

" 'course." I reply. Maybe I shouldn't be so harsh then today. By the look of it, she has a lot on her mind, and who am I to forbid some questions. I don't have to answer if I feel that it's inappropriate. She then finally starts: "I know I asked this question before, and I know it's none of my business but … if this is not about money … what is this all about?" her look now turning questioningly.

Hmm … I might as well try to explain, right? Maybe she's not as dull as she makes us think … "It's about respect, especially out here. My dad's fightin' for his rightful place and by now he's also fightin' for his freedom." She only looks at me confused. Okay, maybe I should explain a little more than just that: "The only way to earn respect is with money. Money means power and respect. The more you have the better. And, well … you're our best way to money right now."

She ponders on my words for a few moments and then asks: "And why don't you just move to the city or something? Wouldn't that be easier for you?" I chuckle sadly at this statement. She doesn't understand at all … spoiled city girl … I sigh and tell her: "But to do that ya have to posses money. Money we don't have." She then looks to the floor. I think she got it now. I add: "Plus, I wouldn't want to move to the city anyways. The Wild West is my home."

She snorts. How can she find this funny? I was being serious. "What?" I ask her, she looks back at me, saying: "What is so great about this place? There is nothing here!" I shake my head at this and stare back out of the window. I've heard of people like her. Ignorant city people. I guess I got my hopes up too high when I thought she wasn't dull. She doesn't understand the true beauty of this land. And the land doesn't need people like her anyways, she can go back to the city when we're finished with her. "There's everythin' here." I tell her, but she gives me another questioning look, I only reply: "Never mind."

"But I want to understand." she admits, quietly. I look at her surprised. Okay, maybe I was wrong again. Another fun thought pops up in my head … "Maybe … I can make ya understand … at some point. But why the sudden interest, missy?"

"Lilly." she corrects me. I tilt my head. I can hardly believe she now offers me a smile. A real smile, with eyes sparkling and everything. She repeats: "My name … is Lilly." Well who would've thought … she's loosening up, just like I told her to. I just shake my head, but also with a smile on my face and reply: "I'm Miley." And after that she answers my previous question: "I'm interested because I had a whole day of thinking. There are so many people living out here, so there must be something to this place that attracts them. I want to know what it is."

I avert my gaze to look at the ceiling, replying honestly: "I don't know if ya can understand this, city gal … err … Lilly." I can feel her eyes on me. Her look is curious. I try to explain: "Well … I mean, I was born here, I grew up here. The desert is so wide and … free. Even though I'm a wanted criminal, I feel free. No matter if this makes sense or not … " I drift off shortly, her look confused again. I try another explanation: "Look … I've been to Blackwater before, which is a city as well, and I just don't get what the people there see in this place. I feel caged between those houses … so, in other words, I don't understand what's so great about the city just the way ya don't understand what's so great about the Wild West."

She seems to understand and nods. Well maybe … and just maybe … I can make her understand someday. I don't know why this thought seems a little exciting for me, like a challenge … making the city girl understand the beauty of the land. "Maybe I can show ya one day … " I say and she raises an eyebrow at me. I grin and add: "If ya behave, that is." She only snorts and I continue: "And you'll have to learn to ride."

"Yeah, right. As if that will ever happen." she throws back, also a hint of a smile on her face and for the first time we share a short chuckle before the room falls quiet again.

- Lilly

I can't believe I just laughed together with an outlaw, a "wanted criminal" as she calls herself. For a split of a second all my fears were gone. I don't know why but she is being nice to me today … Miley … a criminal with a kind heart? Well … I guess everything is possible … but I still should be careful around her. She kidnapped me, after all …

I then feel that annoying dress itching and scratching again all over the place. It might look pretty, but it's not comfortable at all. I look at Miley, who has a completely different way of dressing than all of the women I've seen before. And she doesn't seem to care about it either. She's wearing jeans, obviously men's, and the day she kidnapped me she also wore chaps. And she's simply wearing a long-sleeved shirt, with the arms pushed up, and over that a vest, which is also a men's. She has a black bandana tied around her neck at all times, I think she had it tied around her face, covering her nose and mouth, just like her dad, when they were in the coach. But she definitely looks a lot more comfortable than I do.

I wonder … should I ask her about lending me clothes? If I stay in that dress a day longer I'm probably going to freak out … asking won't hurt, right? Well … at least I hope so … "Can … uh … can I ask you a favor?" I carefully ask, the image of her wanting to hit me last night still in my head. I mean, she was nice to me before … I should loosen up again, I was doing fine so far. Her grey-blue depths pierce through me again with an amusedly raised eyebrow. She replies: "I'm not lettin' ya go, if that's what ya mean." She cracked another joke, looks like she really is on good terms with me tonight.

"I, uhm, actually wanted to ask if you ... maybe … have some spare clothes for me to wear … this dress … it's killing me." I finally manage to ask her, my gaze still fixated on hers. I have the feeling that It's impossible to look away from those eyes. They're very intriguing for me. She smirks again and stands up, replying: "Well we wouldn't want that to happen. I'll get ya somethin'." then she disappears outside the door. Wait … she didn't tie me up? I could get up and run now! I look to the window … first floor, that might not be the best idea … go for the door?

… but what's the use? She'd hunt me down and maybe even kill me … well, she can't kill me, she said it herself … but I'm sure she'd know a way of making me regret my actions … I think she made that clear enough, and I'm still quite scared of her … I sigh … I might as well play along with them until they release me … if they keep their word. I sadly look to the floor … what if this was all a trick?

"What's the sudden sad face?" I hear a deep, woman's voice again. I look up and see Miley closing the door behind her. A pair of jeans and a shirt, similar to hers, in her hand. I must know if they can stay true to their word, it's my only concern. Forget about the dress. "Will you release me after you get the money from my father?"

She looks at me, confused, but still answers: "Yeah, I told ya before." No, I want it to be sure! "Do you promise?" I ask, seriously. She walks over to me and shoves the clothes into my hands, replying: "I promise." while looking me straight in the eyes. After that she smirks again: "Now put those on." and she actually turns around so I can change. She pushes me: "Hurry up, or I'll sneak a peek." I can hear the smirk in her voice she's probably still wearing, but I do as I'm told.

After I sit back down on the bed I look at myself. My goodness, I'm wearing men's clothes … worn clothes! … and they actually feel comfortable … more comfortable than anything I've worn before … except for my night gown, but even this sometimes itches … it must be the long day of thinking, it's probably tricking my brain. I decide to crack a joke this time: "Aw man, now I look like you."

Miley turns around and now also takes a look at me. A long and close look, I might add, which actually makes me feel a little uncomfortable. After what seemed like an eternity her smirk shows again and she replies: "Well maybe I can take ya more seriously now that ya look a little more like us." I just shake my head a little. She should actually start taking me more seriously … but I guess for now I'm just glad that she's not trying to hurt me or anything …

- Miley

I sit back down on the bed. I don't understand why I was just staring at her. I was a bit taken aback by how different a person can look if you put them into different clothes. She now actually looks nicer, and I wouldn't tell now that she is a snobby rich girl. She looks like one of us … maybe it's just my opinion but these clothes suit her better … she looks … good … ?

A loud yawn beside me gets me back to reality so quickly that I almost feel busted. I try to shake the previous thoughts out of my mind, I better get used to her looking like that. I state: "Looks like someone's tired." I get up to leave her space to sleep. I would really like to sleep as well, but I have to stay awake. She might have loosened up, but that doesn't mean that she won't flee.

Well, she behaved today … I didn't tie her up while getting the clothes on purpose, just to test her, and she didn't even move, I would've noticed … and according to her making me promise that we'll free her after we get the money … maybe she won't be that much trouble after all and everything will run smoothly. I think we all don't want anyone innocent getting hurt …

A/N: And that's a wrap! Chapter five is done, lots of Miley/Lilly interactions, yay ^^ I hope you enjoyed it, leave your thoughts ;)