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From the Zone with love	By : deepsearuin Category: +S through Z > S.T.A.L.K.E.R: Shadows of Chernobyl Views: 943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pairing: Scar x Strelok
This wasn't what he imagined it would happen when he agreed to work with the USS' military, sharing his knowledge of the Zone. He never expected to be sent back, to help the scientists at their new mobile lab in Zaton, but he could deal with that. The Skadovsk was nice enough, he supposed. It wasn't as lively as the famous 100 Rads, but it had the advantage of having actual bunk beds to sleep in. Strelok wasn't a fan of the Rostok's most popular sleeping method, sleeping on the floor around a campfire sucked even if you were inside a building. However, the Skadovsk had a huge downside: he was here.
Strelok had been adjusting to his new routine in Zaton when one day the Major appeared with the amnesiac bastard in tow. In an amazing display of unoriginality, Degtyarev had nicknamed him Scar, due to his scarred face. Nimble had recognised him, claiming Scar had been a mercenary and that they'd worked together once. It all was very innocuous; however, for some unexplainable reason, Strelock disliked the man intensely. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind whenever he saw Scar, like he should fight or run far away. Moreover, the first time he saw him he'd felt vaguely familiar. Had they met before? It was a most frustrating feeling, and it only added to his dislike of him. In the end he decided to ignore Scar's existence. It's not like he would see him very often, right? Strelok was either at the new government lab answering the scientist's questions or out there, doing small missions on his own whenever he could. On the other hand, Scar usually worked running errands for Nimble and Owl.
He was wrong. Degtyarev insisted they could help each other cope with their amnesia, like some sort of support group. It backfired spectacularly. Scar had picked up the clues of Strelok's animosity towards him, and now the feeling was mutual. The tension between them when they were in the same room was so thick it was almost a solid entity. Moreover, civil, detached coexistence was not their forte. Any conversation they started didn't take long to turn into an argument peppered with threats. Degtyarev had never regretted something so much as he regretted introducing them.
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One day Strelok found his personal locker secured with a padlock. What the fuck? That sure as hell wasn't there when he left this morning. At first he tried to pick it open with his knife, but the results were abysmal. Then he went to borrow some tools from Cardan to force it open.
Hearing some strange noises, Scar poked his head in to see what was happening. Strelok threw him a venomous glance. He'd always been prone to jumping to conclusions, and he was very suspicious of Scar's timing.
"Is there a problem?" Scar asked him. That just cemented Strelok's suspicions.
"Did you think it was funny?" Strelok spat.
"What?" Scar made a very convincing picture of confusion, but he wasn't buying it.
"We'll see who laughs last." Scar looked at him like he'd grown an extra head.
It really was a shame that, in his fury, Strelok completely missed the tiny, dirty scrap of paper on top of his locker. During his attempts at opening the locker, the paper slid back and fell between the locker and the wall. It was a hastily scribbled note:
"Snag came back. He's a damn thief, trust me, I know from experience. I locked your locker just to be safe, ask Beard for the key. Hope you're not mad. Degtyarev."
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It was a stroke of luck that he'd overheard Owl asking Scar to go retrieve something from the bandits camping on the dock cranes. Strelok had nothing to do right now, it was the perfect opportunity. He loitered around the bar until Scar was gone, then he sprang into action.
So many choices, he thought gleefully as he spotted his victim's locker. He felt a momentary pang of guilt. He had never gone through another stalker's personal stuff, and certainly he wouldn't condone such behaviour in others. Then he remembered that Scar had messed with his locker first. Alright, payback was fair. After a quick, superficial search he grabbed the battered Vintar and some spare ammo clips. Now he just needed to...
Scar came back not much later. Strelok coincidentally chose that moment to go to the infirmary to stock up on meds. He heard the noise of a locker opening and then a grunt of surprise. He had duct taped the Vintar and the ammo to the ceiling. Serves him right. Strelok watched him from the doorway as he retrieved his things.
"Is there a problem?" Strelok asked him, unable to keep the smirk off his face. Judging by Scar's narrowed eyes, he had noticed it.
"This means war." Scar said though clenched teeth.
"Bring it on." Strelok challenged him with grim satisfaction.
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One day passed and no further incidents occurred. Strelok began to ponder which should be his next move, or if he should wait and see if the ex-mercenary had just been bluffing. Turns out Scar hadn't been idle. That night a tired Strelok lay down on the same bunk he always picked and immediately regretted it. The mattress gave in and it fell through the bed frame to the floor with a resounding clank. The noise made Degtyarev come upstairs to see what was happening, fearing Scar and Strelok finally decided to kill each other. He stopped on the entrance, surprised to see the tilted, upside down mattress and Strelok lying half on the floor, half tangled in the bed.
"Oh man, what the fuck happened?" Degtyarev helped him up, laughing at his predicament. Scar was there as well, looking faintly amused. How Strelok wanted to wipe that smug smile out of his face. One of these days, he was going to climb him like a tree and – and strangle him, yes.
The latches holding up the mattress base were undone and the screws missing. Strelok decided that fixing this was not his problem. After some more jokes from the Major, he settled down for the night without further incidents.
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His chance at retaliation came up unexpectedly. For once the scientists at the lab did not have time to bombard him with their never-ending questions. They had received a new shipment of supplies and some idiot had messed up big time. They received an unholy amount of lab staining solutions and, to top it off, that lab did not even conduct biological research. Surely no one would miss a single bottle. Amidst the chaos, he nicked some powders labelled Congo Red before being dismissed for the day.
Coating the inside of Scar's coat hood was trickier, since he usually went everywhere with his trench coat. He only took it off when he slept. He had to wait until it was the middle of the night, when everyone was either asleep or passed out drunk (since he didn't want interruptions or witnesses) and then sprinkled the inside of the coat and its hood with the staining powders.
The powder was of a bright red colour, so he was genuinely surprised at Scar's blue hair. It made the whole bar erupt in laughter when they saw him with his blotchy dye job. Revenge with a dash of public ridicule was sweet, indeed.
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It was early at night, the stalkers were starting to come in droves back to the safety of the Skadovsk. Strelok had been sleeping almost all afternoon. He dragged himself up and mentally prepared himself to go hunt that Chimera like he promised to do. He went to put on his shoes and grab some supplies for the hunt. He slipped into his boots and then he fell face-first to the floor when he tried to move. Ugh, somemotherfucker had glued them to the floor!
Speaking of the devil, Scar appeared in that moment and smirked at him. He'd already washed almost all the dye from his hair, but even after a day it still had a lingering soft, bluish hue.
"One single word and I'll punch you in the face." Strelok threatened from his spot on the floor.
"Can you even reach that high?" Scar was taking great delight in aggravating him.
Strelok made good on his promise. In a show of remarkable speed, he got up and tackled him, successfully throwing Scar to the ground. He straddled him, preventing him from getting up, and was about to punch him when Scar surged forward, clashing their mouths together. It was a bruising kiss. Actually, it was more like a bite, all teeth and anger. They broke apart panting and Scar's swiped the blood swelling on Strelok's lower lip with his thumb.
"I fucking hate you." Strelok said between uneven breaths.
"Likewise." Scar growled before he was met with another rage fuelled kiss.
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Upstairs in his makeshift office, Nimble was brokering a deal with Degtyarev when they heard the commotion. Degtyarev ran downstairs like a worried mother hen. Nimble followed him since the Major still had to pay him. They were greeted with the image of Strelok and Scar furiously making out on the floor like a pair of horny, emotionally unstable teenagers. Nimble dragged Degtyarev away before they were discovered and the situation became even more awkward.
"That was... unexpected." Degtyarev chuckled weakly, back in Nimble's quarters. He looked completely stunned.
"Tell me about it, now I owe Cardan two hundred roubles!" Nimble sighed. He was never again going to make a bet with the technician. However, knowing them both, it still could end with one of them throwing the other into an anomaly field as he had predicted.
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