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Interstellar: Revivisco, Part II
Chapter 4: Vinum

All of the boxes had been taken from the unit, and the unit itself would be transported to the new location the next day, and Amelia and Cooper would be following.

"Amelia, this location is perfect," Cooper said as they flipped through the pictures on the tablet. "It's beautiful."

"We'll be set up ten miles away from the coast line, right?" Cooper tapped to the fact sheet. "Oh, yeah, there it is." He passed the sheet over to her. "Based on its proximity to the planet's equator, we're probably going to have a little bit of time where it's really, really cold."

"How cold are we talkin', here, Brand?" Amelia thought about where on Earth this was comparable to.

"We're probably going to have a fair amount of snow, that's if the weather here is comparable to Earth's, so probably pretty cold. Dr. Hernandez said something about there being a lot of vegetation there, too." She put the fact sheet back next to Cooper who was soaked into the pictures still.

"Wonder when this cold season, or winter-whatever will happen?" Based on their location on the northern hemisphere and their current orbit as described by Dr. Tolbert, Amelia figured that it probably would be very soon.

"If snow exists here, which I'm guessing that it does, we'll probably see some very soon." They were leaving the next day - Amelia couldn't get out of there soon enough. "I guess you're going to have a little bit of a break, then, aren't you?"

"I suppose so. Can't really do much farming in the snow." Amelia put her arm on Cooper's shoulder as she got up from the table. "Something tells me I can keep myself occupied." He chuckled softly as Amelia walked to the cooktop.

"Uh huh, sure," she replied with a smirk. "Want anything?" She put the tea kettle on the stove, and turned the knob to high.

"I'm good right now, but thank you." Amelia walked back to the table and sat in front of him.

"In less than 12 hours we'll be headed to our new home," she reminded him, lightly tapping his feet with her own under the table.

"You ready?" She nodded in response as she looked at him. She could never tire of looking at that face.

"Mhmmm." She got back up as she heard the kettle whistle. "I think it'll be good for us. Fun, a nice change... a change back to what we're more used to now." She prepared the tea and came back to the table.

Cooper had hidden the pictures of the house on his tablet. It was the perfect farmhouse - just what Amelia had said she'd wanted. On the surface, Amelia looked very much like a minimalist, as if she belonged in that aluminum environment, but he was now figuring out that that probably had not been by choice - life at NASA probably forced that on you.

She took a sip of the tea, exhaling as she put the mug back on the tabletop. "I think we'll enjoy ourselves enough." She nodded again as she stretched her arms. "Maybe my chronic fatigue will be gone once we get out of here, too."

Cooper put the tablet down, looking across the table. "Obviously the change is the cause, but the exact reason is...?"

"Anxiety is the likely cause. Like I said earlier this morning, it's nerve-wracking for me. I know we're going to be just fine, but the waiting has been ridiculous for me."

He wanted to see her like he had in that dream. She'd looked relaxed then; it suited her. "I'm going to make this up to you."

"You're not the reason that I'm exhausted, Cooper." He was glad to hear that, even know he knew he wasn't.

"I know, but I'm gonna come up with something, just wait," he said, watching her smile gently. "I'm gonna make it worth it."

Amelia's smile widened this time. "You always make anything worth it, but I can't wait to see what you've got up your sleeve."

The small plane landed on a long strip of land close to tall grass.

"Oh, Cooper, this is perfect!" Amelia exclaimed as she looked at the house. "They were right about it definitely not being another unit."

"Well, the unit's right outside incase you're ever missing it." Amelia's eyes widened as they walked into the house. "What do you think?"

"I don't think words can accurately describe how I feel right now," she replied as she ran her dainty hand over the bannister. "It's perfect." Cooper watched her as she stood in place, staring at everything. "You had something to do with this, I can tell."

"How?" he asked, letting the cat out of the bag.

"I don't know, but it just looks like you... I like it." Cooper smiled at that. "Thank you."

"You gonna actually check it out, or what?" They both turned around to the door when they heard someone walk in.

"We've got all the boxes unpacked as of this morning except for the few that you two wanted to unpack on your own." Cooper and Amelia both nodded. "I'm Ted Pates, by the way. I'm over land research, so I'll be here every 10 days to pick up anything you two have found. If it's urgent, I'll come get whatever you have then, but they didn't want some tech coming to get your stuff. I don't think any of those kids could handle themselves around either of you."

Amelia and Cooper both knew why. It would have been awkward and unreal to meet someone from your history book that was supposedly ancient. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Pates." Amelia walked toward the door to shake his hand. Cooper did the same.

"Call me Ted, please. It's an honor to meet you two. We honestly couldn't be more grateful for everything you've done." There was an awkward silence that prompted Pates to speak. "They're unloading the last two stations right now, so they might have me back to a office before we know it, but I sure hope not."

"D'you like being tied down to one thing, either?" Cooper asked.

"Oh, no. Especially after being on a station for that long, are you kidding me? Not with all of this that I've got to get into now." Amelia smiled and crossed her arms. "Well, I'm going to leave you two to get settled in. I'll be back in five days for a little meeting, so I guess I'll see you both then."

They said their goodbyes as Pates walked back to the plane. "He was nice," Amelia said turning back toward the stairs.

"Are you going to look around or not, Brand?" They both laughed as she shooed him away.

"Okay, okay!" She grabbed his hand as they walked through the first floor examine each room.

"Come on, let's go look upstairs." Amelia followed him up the stairs to look around.

"So you like it?" Cooper asked Amelia as they walked back down the stairs.

"Definitely, beyond a shadow of a doubt." She walked over to him and kissed him. "You're just amazing all the way around."

"I knew that already, but thank you," he replied, watching Amelia roll her eyes. "You are, too, ya know."

"I'm glad you think so." The quiet in the house was noticeable, but not unwelcome. "Alone at last... again."

He leaned down to kiss her again, adding a little noise to the silence. "I've got plans for tonight," Cooper muttered as he broke the kiss. "You're involved."

"Okay," she whispered back, watching him. "First date? Awfully late for that, don't you think?"

He laughed as a smile appeared on her lips. "This place isn't exactly teaming with movie theaters."

"Or backseats," Amelia reminded him, grinning still.

"No, none of them, either." He smiled back as she walked toward the front door and opened it, standing against the frame. "You really like it?"

"I really love it." She turned back around and shut the door. "You're just full of surprises today, aren't you?"

"I try," Cooper replied, following Amelia into the sitting room.

She sat down on the sofa, and looked at the coffee table and fireplace in front of her. This place was perfect all the way around - just the right fit for the two of them.

"So these plans for tonight, what should I wear?" Cooper sat down next to her and put a hand on her thigh.

"Nothing fancy. I'm going to have on my usual." Good, Amelia thought, I don't want to wear heels.

"Are you trying to see how many surprises you can pull on me today, or something?" She asked as soon as dinner was over. The only thing providing light in the house at the moment were the two candles sitting on the table. Amelia took another sip of wine.

"I'm just trying something new," Cooper replied, filling her glass back up. "You really don't have to drink if you don't want to. I'm not trying to be that guy."

"This isn't college, and this isn't vodka. I think I'll be okay," she replied. "It's really good, anyway." Cooper wouldn't know; he'd never much enjoyed wine. "Still got those distillery dreams?"

Cooper held up his highball glass, before taking another sip of the whisky. "Might get a still and keep it outback. God knows I'm gonna have enough corn for it. The problem is jars." Amelia laughed lightly and took another sip of her wine.

"Whatever am I going to do with you?" He held out his left arm out across the table and took her hand.

"I'm not sure," Cooper whispered, watching as the candlelight danced on her face. "Dance with me."

"No music?" He shook his head as he stood up.

"No music." Amelia got up from her chair and Cooper took her hand.

"I'm not a good dancer," she informed him.

"I don't have any formal training, but I think we'll make due." His hands wrapped around her and she did the same. "See, this isn't bad."

"I guess you're right." She put her head on his chest as they moved slowly. "Out of all the other ways that this mess could have ended up, I'm glad that it's the way it is."

"Me too," Cooper responded, his hold on her loosening. There were so many ways that this could have ended up, but the way that it had was unbelievably good. "You're not nearly as terrible of a dancer as you claim to be."

"We're really not doing much here, Cooper. It would be a little difficult to mess this up." He chuckled, agreeing.

"Maybe you're right, but you can't be as terrible as you say you are," Cooper replied as he brought them to a standstill.

"You're just trying to romance me," Amelia said, biting her lip, "and you're doing a good job at it." Cooper walked away and took both of their drinks off of the table and motioned for Amelia to follow him.

"I'm gonna get this thing started up... didn't have it put here for no good reason." Cooper had already placed the wood in the fireplace and just had to light it, which he easily did. "Isn't that pretty? Beats silver walls, don't it?" Amelia giggled as Cooper handed her the glass.

"It does." Amelia took a large sip of her drink as Cooper took a drink of his.

"Put the drink down, Amelia," He whispered, watching as she did as told. "Good."

"Trying to be bossy?" She definitely was a little buzzed now. He took a large swig of the whisky before putting his glass next to Amelia's.

"You know it." Cooper closed the short distance between them, pulling her to him, kissing her passionately. She'd been waiting on this the entire night, knowing that this was what it was all leading up to.

Amelia felt the back of her knees against the couch and fell backward, pulling him with her. "Where are TARS and CASE?"

"I locked 'em in the unit. I told you I'd do it."

The sun faded into the room, forcing Amelia's eyes open.

Outside checking the fields. I won't wander off too far.

Well, I guess he got up a while ago, she thought. Amelia smiled as she climbed out of the bed and put her robe on. Hope he remembers what I consider to be too far.

"Good morning, Dr. Brand," she heard CASE say as she walked down the stairs.

"Good morning, CASE. I guess TARS is with Cooper?" Amelia looked out the window and was able to see them both.

"Yes. Cooper says that they're testing the soil quality." She thought that she should probably be helping, or at least doing something. As amazing as this place is, it's not all fun and games.

"CASE, I'm going to go upstairs and get dressed. I'm going to go out there with them." Amelia turned around and headed back up the stairs to get ready for the day.

"You locked me in that godforsaken unit just like you said you would. CASE isn't a conversationalist, so I'm sure you can imagine how great it was being stuck in there for 12 hours with him." Cooper smirked as he and TARS walked through the fields where they'd be putting crops.

"Couldn't have you wrecking my plans, now, TARS," Cooper stated, hands in his jacket pockets. "I'm not going to lock you in there all the time, don't worry."

"All the time? That's the key phrase, there." Cooper shielded his eyes from the sun with his arm as he scanned the land, surprised to see Amelia walking toward him from the house.

"Hey," he said as he walked toward her. TARS stayed where he was. "You didn't have to come out here."

"But I wanted to," she replied before reaching him. "I got up and you weren't there."

"Figured you'd had enough of me last night." Amelia stood in front of him with her arms crossed.

"I don't think there's a limit on how much Cooper I can handle," she suggested playfully. Cooper smirked, his hands back in his pockets. "CASE says you're testing soil quality?"

"Well, getting samples, yeah." She nodded as she walked beside him back toward TARS. "There's more that needs to be done, and I want to go see this coast they told us about, but I don't know if we've got time for that today or not."

"The soil looks good - it's not perfect, but it should support crops. We can probably lay some fertilizer down and make it more productive," Amelia said as she walked out of the little home lab, tearing off her goggles and gloves. "Who would've known, right?"

"They're bringing in trees when Pates comes back for that meeting, apparently," Cooper said, looking at his tablet.

"Fruit trees?" Amelia took off her lab jacket.

"Yep," he replied, "they'll probably have tourist groups coming in to pick apples before you know it." Amelia laughed and sat down next to him.

"I sure hope not." She picked up her own tablet from the coffee table. "Have you read the news yet?"

"I'll start reading the paper in about a year after our 'newness' wears off." Amelia rolled her eyes and sunk further into the couch.

"Well, Mister Celebrity, we aren't in the paper today, just so you know. Those two stations Pates said they were unloading are apparently having a little difficulty - they're the two most heavily populated. Murph's and one named Reed." Cooper didn't respond, his face blank. "What's the matter?"

"I got a message today that Tom's son and his family will be leaving their station, Reed, soon."

"Why didn't you tell me, Cooper? Not that I need to know everything, but, well," Amelia stammered.

"They all saw me alive once, and that had to be freaky for them, 'cause it was freaky for me." Amelia had no living relatives; her father had been the only remaining one when she'd left. She didn't know how this had to feel except mind boggling and heart wrenching. "They haven't said that they want to see me or anything, and I understand if they don't, but I never even thought about any of them being here." Amelia was shocked to feel his head land in her lap, but immediately began running her fingers over his hairline like she always did. "Oh, hey, just bumped into my great-grandchild at the post office, who by the way looks 60 and I look 41 or whatever. Casual."

"I know that we were kind of stuck with each other, by choice mind you, but that last sentence of yours sounded way too much like me just then," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "Look, I don't know how this has to feel for you, but it must be difficult."

He closed his eyes, the feeling of her fingertips on his forehead enough to send him to sleep. "It is. It's not something anyone should have to deal with. No one prepares for it, obviously."

"We'll learn how to deal with it - we've learned how to deal with everything that has come our way, and look at us - we've survived." She was right, they'd find a way, they always had.

"I know we will," Cooper responded as Amelia's fingers still ran across his hairline. "It's just weird."

Amelia didn't know what to say except that they'd faced greater obstacles and that he was invincible in her eyes.

"Maybe they want to get to know you, though. You're a wealth of knowledge on Tom and Murph, and no parent ever tells their children everything about their own childhoods. That's what grandparents are for, at least my grandma told me everything I could ever need to know that was embarrassing about my dad." Cooper stayed still.

"But, Amelia, they don't have Murph or Tom to make fun of anymore," he laughed, trying not to cry. "I told you we'd have days like this."

"Cooper, I have days like this all the time," she chuckled, moving her hand to his scalp. "Like you said, we're never going to get over it, and we shouldn't. We can't deny that that part of us exists."

"I know." Amelia leaned down to kiss his forehead. "We'll make it."