Prayer of the Refugee
Summary : ToadOC:She saved him,he didn't appreciate it very much,it was an embarrassment to be saved by a weeks together will see them to her organizations base and difficult decisions will have to be non-sue experience.
Warnings: This story is going to contain coarse language, gore, violence, mentions of drug abuse, and sexually explicit content.
Memo: YEAH YEAH, I KNOW, IT'S GOING SLOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of X-Men, just my originals and this story.
Exalted Fans: ebell1//ObsidianNight
Chapter oo6
Natalya got up at sunrise the next day and went to the cabin to look around. No one was there, and it was obviously a regularly used place. The cabinets were stocked with a fair amount of unperishables at least. And as outraged as it made her, when she had gone back, she had found Toad dressed and limping around.
"How far do you think you can get?" she asked him after they ate.
He looked over at her, at least showing that he was listening.
"There is a cabin not very far from her. Perhaps a fifteen minute walk," she eyed his leg, he really shouldn't be moving quite that much, but they didn't really have a whole lot of choice. "I can help you if you need it."
"Won't." His voice sounded so rough, as if he hadn't used it in months. He was defiantly ill.
Damn it.
"Alright, I believe you." She worried for him, but maternal passion aside her reasoning did not go beyond being upset if her work was wasted by his death. All she needed was a phone, then she could call Chel or Stacy and get them picked up.
"We goin' or aren't we?" His voice called her back to the task at hand. She realized she'd gotten lost in thought.
"If you are ready."
It was slow going and the trip probably would have been much more pleasant if Toad hadn't felt it was necessary to curse every other step and drive away her aid with a glare and a snarl. After about the third time, her response was to sigh exasperatedly and when the cabin was in sight she walked ahead of him, not feeling it was necessary to stay by his side.
First of all, he could take care of himself, second, he reeked and she didn't want anything more to do with him.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn't even looked for a phone, or even a radio. There was no one living there at the moment as she had seen earlier, but she had been in such a hurry to get back, she had stupidly forgotten to check for a phone. She could have already called for help by now.
The interior of the cabin was bathed in warm colors; mostly deep reds and golds. One bed, one bath with a very large jacuzzi tub, a fireplace, and no obvious communication electronics.
This was a lover's retreat.
Damn it.
She went to the bed first, dragging out all that was under it, then went to the closet.
"Wot are ya lookin' for?" Toad leaned against the doorway, watching her with his usual degree of boredom and annoyance.
"There is no phone, we need a radio."
" 'Ow far is tha nearest town?"
"At least thirty-five miles."
"No car?"
"Not that I have seen."
He limped over to a chair and plopped down heavily. She felt compelled to say something about how pathetic he looked just to get a rise out of him, but refrained. It would not have been the smart thing to do.
He did not speak again, only glared at nothing in particular, appearing to be in deep thought while she went on looking. Her search turned up nothing.
"I am going to go out to the shed and see if there is wood for the fireplace," Natalya told him, "The water works, you should bathe."
She didn't mean anything by it, but he still seemed to take it as an insult.
It wasn't so much a shed as a small garage, and she again searched in vain for a telephone or radio. Whoever owned this cabin was fairly foolish, it was one thing to put away phones and devote a romantic vacation to your lover, it was another to isolate yourself with no way of contacting help in the outside world. Sighing, she grabbed as much wood as she could and headed back for the house.
Most of the electronics in the house were now piled on the low-set table in the living room. She looked around for Toad, intending to inquire as to why they were piled up, but she heard the water running in the bathroom so assumed that was where he had disappeared to. It wasn't as if there was much else to the cabin.
She decided not to bother him then and made a couple more trips to the woodshed before starting up the fire with a few pages from a book. She was sure not to rip out any of the important pages that pertained to the literature itself as it would have pained her to do so. When she was satisfied the flame was well tended, she went to the wardrobe.
There was very little within it, but she found a cream-colored sweater and some jeans that were a tad too big. She found underwear too, although the bra was too small. Natalya diguarded that.
Toad eventually hobbled out of the bathroom looking as ill-content as ever. He went so far as to shoot a few insults her way unprovoked. Unfazed, the Russian was slightly confused to not be able to scent any sort of soap on him as one usually could when being near someone who had just gotten out of a shower or bath. Was there none?
That was highly unfortunate. Perhaps it was just that he was back in his filthy uniform.
Disguarding her earlier question about the electronics, she walked past him and into the bathroom, closing and locking the door immediately behind herself. She wasn't shy, and really wouldn't have cared if he came in and watched her, it was just habit. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she observed that there was actually a fair variety of different soaps. Oh well, she was not going to criticize his bathing habits, she didn't care.
Crashing and banging were heard from the living room. She ignored the noise and settled into her bath.
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