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Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving	By : ElliotMacy Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just like Old Times
The afternoon light began to fade into twilight as Ajay and Octavio both laid on the floor of Ajay’s bedroom. They didn’t miss a beat as they caught up; it was just like old times. It was unusual to Ajay that Octavio had been laying there that long. “Silva?” She said with her eyes closed, “Don’t yuh need ta go for a run or someting? Yuh gotta be bored layin here wit mi.”
Ajay soon felt his warm breath against her face. When she opened her eyes he was only inches from her face. She stared up in his haunting emerald eyes; she often found herself lost in his beautiful eyes. Ajay realized that she had been staring for too long and moved her gaze along the rest of his face.
She wondered how many people had actually seen his real face. The other Legions had now seen his face but beyond that she was probably one of the few people that had seen what was underneath his mask and goggles. During his daredevil days and motocross days he always had his face covered. Even his first match in the arena his face was covered.
“Do you want to go for a run Che?” She gave him a confused look as she met her eyes to his once more, “Silva, I can hardly move.” Octavio continued to stare down into her eyes. He wanted to reach down and touch her face but he didn’t. He really didn’t know what she would do if he did. He figured that she only let him touch her earlier because she was vulnerable after their confrontation. The last thing he wanted to do was start any shit between her and Elliot.
“What do you need Che?” Her mouth was dry and she was almost too shy to answer. She closed her eyes, “Mi pills Silva. Mi pills... and a drink… Rum...” She sighed at her choice of words. “He must tink I’m da worst person right now.” She opened her eyes to find Octavio still hovering and staring down at her. “Che, I got what you asked for.” He shook her pill bottle in one hand and the bottle of rum in the other.
“Damn Silva, yuh quick.” She began to laugh and he smiled down at her. He missed hearing her laugh and her sarcasm. They had known each other all of their lives and it nearly killed him when she wasn’t in his life; he literally contemplated death. Maybe someday he would tell her how close to death he actually was, but today was not that day. Right now he just wanted to spend time with her and put the ugly past behind him, “Che, before we do this I want to check your wound.”
Ajay nodded up to him. "If I’m gonna get wasted better keep an eye on dis shit since I was so careless last night.” Octavio set the rum and pill bottle down onto the floor next to them. “Come on Che. Let’s sit up.” He sat down next to her and offered her a hand. She took his hand and used it to pull herself up. As he helped her up with one hand he placed his other hand behind her and used it to push her and support her to sit up. He let his hands linger for a moment because he didn’t want to stop touching her.
Pain washed over her face as she sat up and crossed her legs. Octavio shifted over to the left of her, “Che, put your arms up so I can take your shirt off.” Ajay fussed like a child. She didn’t know why she was being so modest around him, “Silva…” He stopped her, “Che.” She raised her arms up as instructed. Her right arm went up faster than her left arm. Her left side was stiff and riddled with pain, so it just took a little bit longer for her body to comply.
Octavio was gentle with her as he removed her tank top from her upper body; pointing out the band name before he did. “You getting the band back together Che?” She giggled at him as he set her shirt down next to them. Octavio stopped for a moment to take in the sight of her body. He saw her from the mirror earlier but it wasn’t the same thing. He finally managed to pry his eyes from her breasts as he reached underneath her bed.
He slid the first aid kit out and popped it open. The dressing didn’t look bad at all but he tore it down anyway. The wound had some dried blood on it. He wet some gauze with saline and gently loosened the blood away from her wound and surrounding skin. Once he got the wound clean he was finally able to get a better look at his work. After he was done checking out her wound he applied a new dressing and taped it in place. “It looks good Che.” He closed the first aid kit and pushed it back underneath her bed.
“Of course it does Silva. Yuh learned from da best.” She smiled at him, “Pills and rum.” He had her shirt in his hands but set it down and instead picked up the bottle of rum and bottle of pills. He first opened the bottle of rum and handed it to her, then he opened the bottle of pills, “How many Che?” She took a drink of the rum before looking at him, “Four Silva. And don ask mi any questions.” Her face was a bit more serious than it had been in the last couple of hours.
Octavio really didn’t like where this was going but he was here to be with her, so he pulled out four white, round pills from the bottle. He closed the bottle and set it down. He reluctantly handed the pills over to her, setting them gently into the palm of her left hand. Ajay placed two of the pills into her mouth and picked up the bottle of rum. “Thanks Silva.” She took a long drink from the bottle and sat there for a moment.
Her eyes found his again as she reached for his hand. Octavio let her take his right hand because he really just wanted her to touch him. She flipped his hand over and opened it. She placed two pills into his hand and handed him the bottle of rum, “I’m not stupid Silva.” She hoped that he would join her and let loose. She did notice that their roles had kind of reversed since joining Apex. She used to be the sober one; making sure that he wasn’t overdoing it. Now he was the sober one; making sure that she was behaving.
A sigh of relief escaped Octavio’s lips when he realized that she didn’t actually take four pills but now she wanted him to take the other two pills. He was actually okay with taking the pills. His dialyzer was still disconnected from last night so he figured that he might as well enjoy it. He placed the pills onto his tongue and took the bottle of rum from Ajay’s grasp, “Just like old times, huh Che.” He took a drink of rum as she smiled at him.
When he was done with his drink she took the bottle back and began downing what was left of the rum. Octavio cracked a smile because he had really never seen this side of her, “Hey Che, slow down.” Ajay stopped mid drink, with the bottle still pressed to her lips, “Slow down. Dis comin from yuh?” Octavio threw his hands up like he got caught stealing something, “Well yeah. That’s the only bottle left!” She smiled and tilted her head back, finishing off the bottle. He watched her smile through the whole drink, “She seems okay.”
When she finished the bottle Octavio stood up and stretched. The smile fell from Ajay’s face as she pulled the bottle from her lips, “Are yuh leavin mi already Silva?” Octavio looked down at her cute little worried face, “Nah. I will run and grab some more booze.” Ajay giggled in excitement, “Next time don drink it all Silva.” He laughed at her, “Maybe save me a little next time Che.” She laughed, “I will Silva.”
He looked over her body for a moment, “Better give me your code so I can get back into your apartment.” Ajay shrugged. “Still the same phone numba?” He pulled his mask from his pocket and nodded. He placed the black mask over the lower half of his face. When he heard his phone go off in his other pocket he pulled it out. A text alert popped up with the passcode for her apartment. A huge grin filled his face underneath his mask; he was off of her shit list. He shoved the phone back into his pocket. “I’ll be right back Che. Don’t start the party without me.”
Octavio left Ajay’s apartment in a hurry. Luckily he found his goggles stuffed between the cushions of her sofa. He hated running around without them because the wind dried out his eyes. He was so elated to have her back in his life, especially since he never thought that he would see her again. Everything was starting to fall back into place and feel right again.
He stopped at a nearby liquor store and picked up a few bottles of rum, vodka, and Red Bull. He also stopped by a local restaurant to pick up some food. He wasn’t very hungry but he knew that they both should eat. As he waited outside of the restaurant for his order, he couldn’t help but gaze up into the sky as his mind fell back into thoughts of his past. He didn’t like the dwell on the past but for some reason it was creeping up on him tonight; maybe it was because he was kicking up the dirt with Ajay.
He couldn’t imagine sitting still at a desk job at Silva Pharmaceuticals. If he had to work there then he would literally take a gun to his head. Leaving Psamathe was the best thing that he ever did. He knew that even Ajay couldn’t stand to live there either. The planet was beautiful but their families sucked. Ajay was the only real family that he had ever had but when she ran off with the band he had to leave as well. He couldn’t be there without her.
The daredevil stunt life was amazing for a while but then it became a downward spiral of bad choices. It did get him out of Psamathe and it certainly paid the bills; not that he needed the money. He was a trust fund baby and despite all of the fucked up stuff he did his father still gave him access to the money. The fame, the money, the alcohol, the drugs, and the glory were everything to him at time. Then his career, his life, became about beating The Gauntlet record.
That damn 12 second record almost killed him. Every day he trained for the course and then one day during the week his attempt was televised to all of his fans. He could only take so many failed attempts; so he attempted his most death-defying stunt to break the record in The Gauntlet. He frag-boosted himself across the finish line.
He broke the stupid 12 second record with his own record of 11.700 seconds. He still held the record to date. That was his last stunt with his real legs because he blew them to pieces. It took one single grenade to ruin his career but it wasn’t all for nothing. That’s when Apex came into the picture.
He could remember when they brought him into the hospital on Harmony. He requested to go to Harmony because he knew it was one of the few places that Ajay could go to while enlisted in the Frontier Corporation. She met him there without question. She even took care of him the entire time; she wouldn’t let the hospital staff lay a hand on him. The only time she left his side was when was she was busy constructing a pair of badass legs for him.
She tended to his wounds. She cleaned him up. She made sure he wasn’t having pain. She stayed with him during the nightmares. And then when he the doctor’s said his career was over, he guilt tripped her into making him some new legs. He stretched what the doctor’s had told him to get those legs out of her. He told her that he would never have use of his legs again, even though that was a lie.
Ajay agreed to make him legs, without question and she made him the best legs out of junked Northstar Titan parts. It was a big risk for her while she was enlisted. Even junked, the use military materials without permission was highly illegal. He later found out that she never ask for permission; he never really found out what happened with that. She thought about him the whole time that she made his awesome legs. She told him that she found the fastest Titan, Styder material, and the only one that could hover for his legs.
He could never repay her, especially not after lying to her and leaving her right afterwards. His thoughts were interrupted when he was told his food was ready. He grabbed the bag of food and hurried back to Ajay’s apartment. He keyed the passcode into the pin pad and opened the door. He placed the liquor down in the kitchen and the bag of food on the dining room table.
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