"Here hold this" Boone snapped and pushed a piece of fabric into her hand and made her press it down on her leg. She'd been stupid, gotten distracted and a legionary she'd thought dead reached up and stabbed her in the calf. It was just a flesh wound, it bled like a bitch and they were short on stimpaks, but just a flesh wound.

"You killed the fucker, right?" Boone prompted.

"You think I'd let the bastard get away with this? Course he's dead" she snapped and fingered the fabric, blood was already beginning to soak through. Hmm, was this one of Boone's shorts? This wasn't how she'd planned on getting into his pants.

He went through her pack and came up with some real bandages and returned to her.

"Hey don't waste those, save them for-"

"For what, when someone gets hurt? Sorry to break it to you, Six, but this is someone getting hurt" He snapped and wrapped up her leg, blood soaked shorts and all.

"Smartass" She snapped back and hissed as he helped her stand "If that fucker wasn't dead already I'd kill him again"

"Get in line" He rumbled and that one little comment made her smile "Come on, let's go back"

"Hey careful, this shit stings" She complained. They made their way back to the shack they'd claimed the night before, but she spent the whole way whining and moaning.

Boone set her down on the matrass harshly and quickly began searching the various boxes and shelves for anything to give her- He had to stop the bleeding before she bled out on him.

He glanced back at Six only to see that she'd gotten rid of her boots and were busy wriggling her toes and smiling at them like an idiot and humming.

With a load groan he returned to his task. Chems, get the courier some chems to get her to shut up, and heal. In that order.

"Come on Boone" She called out to him "It's not so bad, so I'm bleeding a little. There should be some needle and thread in my pack. Be a man and sew me back up" She laughed and fell back onto the matrass.

"Don't go to sleep on me, Six" He called back "Keep talking"

"Come on, Boone. I'm not going to bleed to death" She snickered and made herself comfortable as she watched Boone scurry around. It didn't hurt as much when she didn't move and she had a higher pain threshold then she let on.

"You're soaking the matrass" He snapped.

"So? I'm claiming it!" She laughed "It's mine now! Arrrr" she growled playfully at him.

Just when Boone was about to give up he found what he needed. It wasn't stimpaks but the Hydra and Med-X would do the trick.

"Ohh hell no" She cried in alarm as she saw what he'd found. "You're not getting near me with that shit, you hear me, Boone?"

"Calm down, it'll help you heal" He moved closer but the look of utter terror she gave him stopped him in his tracks. He looked at the chems and then back at Six.

"The hell?"

"I'm not scared or anything, ok? But you see those junky assholes we have to shoot every day? Wanna bet it all started with one shot of Med-X?" She'd pulled her wounded leg up towards her body protectively.

"Yeah but you're not them, are you?" He snapped, but bless him, he put the shit down. "Talk to me, Six"

"Two conditions, Boone" She demanded and her gaze flickered between the chems and him.

He nodded.

"Throw that shit out, crush it and throw it away" When he frowned at him she continued "Then you come here and sew me right up, ok?"

It didn't make sense to, Boone…Unless.

Without another word he took the Hydra and Med-X and disappeared outside for a few minutes. The tell-tale sound of glass breaking made her let out a breath she wasn't even aware she'd been holding.

Shit, she was shaking and now she had to tell Boone.

Double shit.

When he returned he went straight for the equipment needed to patch her back up, and she let him have her leg so he could unwrap it and prod the damage a little.

"If you're making me do this, you better start talking, Six" He snapped. He was angry and he was going to repeatedly stab her with a needle.

Goodie.

"Fine, you see" She began but was interrupted by the first prick of the needle. Motherfucker, that stung. "Ouch, be gentle" She snapped.

"No"

"Asshole"

"Six" He growled and continued to work.

"Fine, fine!" she hissed out "Life back in Reno isn't pretty, ok? Especially outside the city"

He stopped jabbing her as viciously as she continued talking, the words came tumbling out of her mouth and she couldn't stop them. Even when he'd finished with her leg she didn't stop talking. She had to make him understand.

But in truth, there was no pretty way of telling someone you cared about that you used to be a raider. That you used to get high and torture people for kicks, that you were just like those soulless monsters you kill every day in the wastes.

"Why did you stop?" He asked after she stopped talking.

"This one night, one of the guys brought in this kid" She closed her eyes and shook her head trying to clear the images. "It wasn't pretty, Boone"

"When they were busy…having fun with the kid I ran" Her voice broke and had to clear it to continue "I ran like a fucking coward, Boone."

"And?"

"And? Fuck, what else can I tell you? That's it! I ran, got my paws on some fixer and managed to get clean and ended up working as a courier out of Primm" She snapped and turned away from his piercing stare, at some point during her story he'd removed his shades and those baby-blues were boring into her.

"Fat load of good that did me, eh? I still ended up shot in the head" Her voice cracked and a single sob escaped her, she held her breath hoping he hadn't noticed it. But he was Boone, he noticed everything.

One comforting hand on her shoulder was enough to break the dam, he gathered her into his arms as she sobbed loudly. He was stiff as a board but he was doing his best to try and sooth her. Her?

She didn't deserve this, but that's where she and Boone differed. She was selfish and greedy enough to take the comfort that was offered, where's he was not.

"I guess" she mumbled when the sobs had settled down "You're not the only murderer in the team"

"I guess not" He said simply and pushes her down onto the bed with his arms still around her "Go to sleep, Six"

She nodded, afraid that when she woke up the sniper would have left.

But she hadn't needed to worry, he'd only gone off to piss.