nomans_land | In and around Octovern -- later

In and around Octovern -- later

0. A message on Radio Plant
It's not heard, exactly, telepathy doesn't work with the ears. It sounds like Knives - one of them anyway, threaded with a weariness he can't hide like this, and echoed with the feminine reverberation and power of a sister plant. He doesn't have the power to do it himself, but whether she's just signal boosting or if he'd taken the step to merge with her the way he did so many others ... is unknown.

Every plant will hear it, if all goes well. Including the very one Vash had headed out to try to confront..

Vash the Stampede, one of you, has decided to go to Octovern and reignite the conflict with my younger self in spite of it being quiet these past weeks. I know there's at least three more of you out there; I would appreciate it [irony etches that 'voice' briefly]if you could collectively make sure this doesn't go the way it did in the past. If I have to come out there myself, I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

So let's make sure it doesn't go that far. I am certain that together, all of you can find a way to resolve this with no further pointless misery for our own kind.

1. Just outside Octovern
The sour-faced young Wolfwood who picked Vash up only a few hours into his hike to Octovern hadn't been in the mood to talk. He was heading for December, he said, and didn't want to hear anything from any fucking Vash about why he shouldn't go there. Vash had tried to explain to him that Melanie and the kids weren't there anymore – they'd been taken away by Brad to the ship days ago, but Wolfwood didn't want to hear it. He needed to see the place for himself, and Vash, on a similar mission, couldn't argue the point. So Wolfwood drove in silence, and Vash was able to close his eyes and get some real sleep – only occasionally interrupted by strange dreams, including one where his brother tried to warn him about heading for Octovern! Aren't dreams strange? – for the first time in what felt like weeks.

The cliffs around the city – and the remnants of the ship that had crashed there – made for an excellent vista point, so that's where Vash headed first. From the top of the cliffs he could see the whole city, and clear signs of a fight that had to have happened several days ago, perhaps longer. There's scorch marks on the cliff face, craters around the city, military vehicles mixed in with the refugee vans and trucks... but the city itself seems pretty peaceful. It looks like Knives was right -- the fighting is already over.

2. Main St and Market, downtown Octovern
Given the state of the rest of the planet, walking into Octovern is a delightful surprise. There's people here, more people in one place than anywhere else on Noman's right now. Refugees and locals, crew from the Earth ships and local military police, they're all mingled together in one big, bustling town. The streets are full of vendors, cars, people, all talking and shopping and arguing and laughing as though the terror of the last year never happened.

There's some excitement at the end of the block, though, raised voices and a lot of movement... and then, startling the crowd, sudden gunfire! Out of the crowd comes a single man, wearing a red coat and with spiked up black hair with a blond streak, running as fast as he can, and behind him? Behind him are a lot of people – bounty hunters, a couple local feds, people waving guns and autograph books, a whole mob of folks, all hot in pursuit, all yelling: “It's Vash the Stampede!

Help?

3. Out in the desert, heading back to July
He's escaped the mob, but given how many people are looking for him now, it seems best to take the long way back, and avoid any additional attention. His brother, this world's Knives, and this world's Vash, have both vanished. The war is over, the plants have been rescued, the Earth leaders are meeting with local government... and he's not needed at all. It's a relief – of course it is! – but he's spent so long dedicated to this fight that he's not really sure to do with himself now that it's over.

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This Vash doesn’t have the slightest idea what day it is. Ever since he arrived, time seems to be moving differently for him than for everyone else – a trip he expected to take three days seems to have lasted several weeks, and often he doesn’t even end up in the place he was going. At first he thought he was just losing time, which was frightening enough, but now he’s almost certain that it’s a residual effect of the spacetime warping that brought them all here, like ripples on a bathtub.

So he doesn’t know why Vash is so distraught, doesn’t have any idea what memory he could be lost in… but it doesn’t matter. It’s a place he’s been before and, thanks to a dear friend, he knows a solution.

“That’s so terrible!” he chirps, coming over to kneel next to the two men. He only spares Wolfwood a brief glance – his attention has to be on Vash right now, sorry – but that glance should leave no doubt as to which Vash this is. They have a lot to talk about, this quick look promises – please stay.

And then he’s back, focused on Vash, kneeling right beside the man and holding his hands out for Vash’s, if he would like to take them. “I just so happen to know a magic trick to help with that, but I’m going to need your help, okay?” He sounds like a kindergarten teacher – he sounds like Milly. His expression is as open and bright as he can make it, smiling kindly as though there’s nothing wrong in the entire world. “We need to find a rainbow. Can you help me find something here, right now, that’s red?”

Come focus on the world around you, Vash, instead of whatever nightmares are in your head. Come be here, be present. It’ll be okay.

Vash was curling up again, and he wasn't quite sure what he'd said to set him off again, which only made him want to fuss at him more before the other Vash's presence managed to stop the spiral, and he was left sitting there, looking between the two of them with obvious concern on his face. He wasn't as good at hiding the way he was feeling, anymore. The glaring, scowling, frowning and sneering that he'd so often used as a physical barrier against the outside world before December had seemingly taken a back seat to more open looks. So when Needle-Noggin looked at him, told him with just a look without even needing to be told it was in question, that it was him, that he should stay, he just stared back and nodded, eyes wide and watery and with a look that said yes, please, he had so much to say, laced with pain that he was having trouble hiding.

But then, oh, oh, Blondie asked how Vash was doing, and it hit him, that the other looked so composed, and he wondered if he knew, how he was able to be so calm, when he remembered the effects that remembering July had caused, even if his eyes had been shot to shit and he hadn't been able to see the results. He'd heard it, and he'd overheard Milly and Meryl talking later, and when his sight had returned, he remembered the hollow look that had been in Vash's eyes and how much pain he had been in.

He stared at him, worry clear on his face before shifting to confusion at the way he chirped, at the "magic trick" he was trying to do. He recognized the intonation, the obvious influence of the Big Girl as clear as the sky, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out what the Hell he was trying to accomplish.

So when he started asking Blondie to name something red, he looked down at the other man, back again, and even though he wasn't the one who was the subject of the exercise, his mind answered the question, too.

Vash's coat? That's red. Why does he need to find something red? What good is this supposed to do?

Vash blinked at the other him, the expression, the tone of voice familiar as breathing, if not the words themselves, and he managed a small smile. He did hold out his right hand, the left one not moving from where it was, even as he started to explain.

"It's not that bad, really just memories, they--"

We need to find a rainbow.

Rainbow.

Vash had not thought of rainbows since Rem was telling him about them, way back then, and no, he did not even reach the red part, he was doubling over again, the emotions unchecked. Loss and grief and guilt and a thread of hope that made the rest hurt more, and Rem.

After a few long moments, he managed to take a proper breath. His voice sounded almost calm. Almost bright.

"This world. It seems that not only did it bring several of us, and a young Nai. It brought in a Rem. She made a broadcast this morning. It - took me by surprise."

That explained things, right? He didn't need to bring up the date, not when Wolfwood had told him it matched.

It's just a silly little game, really, one that Milly had played it with him once when the world in his head had been so much louder, bloodier, crueler than the world outside. He'd found it grounding, distracting, kinder than a slap and safer than a drink, a way to remember where he was, to put the past in the past, even for a little while.

But what game could possibly complete with Rem, alive and well and here?

"Oh. You didn't know." No, of course, that would explain it. It had been enough of a shock for him to learn that Rem was alive, when he'd been just a little ways from her, talking with young Nai. To hear her voice suddenly on the radio must have stirred up so many memories. Even now, even having met her again, thinking of Rem brings up visions of his own Rem, the last time he'd seen her. Her bravery. Her fear. Her love for them both, and the loss after loss that had followed.

With a deep breath, he shakes off his own recollections, hands still outstretched for Vash's. He offers them up again -- here, brother-self, be grounded? -- but if Vash continues to ignore them he'll let his hands fall to his sides. His attention never wavers from Vash, though -- although the warmth of Wolfwood at his side is a fire that he'll turn to shortly -- and his smile never fades. Because she's alive. Their memories might hurt, but here's a balm! He can go see her, hold her, talk with her! She's here!

"She would love to see you. She's building a house, with room for us all, did you know that?" There's a place for Vash there, if he wants it! Although... now his smile cracks, just a little, as he shoots a glance at Wolfwood out of the corner of his eye. Vash is welcome there, with the little ones, and all the family. Wolfwood, though...

Well. They need to talk, don't they?

"What did she say? In the broadcast?" It can't have been bad -- the hole that's been seen there can't be threatening her station house, surely, or Vash would have led with that. Perhaps she was calling out to all the Vashes, to invite them home? Perhaps she was looking for someone? He'll have to get the radio frequency from Vash, or Wolfwood, here shortly, and set his receiver accordingly. If she's making announcements, he wants to be sure he hears them!

All of the confusion he felt over the strange little game evaporated into more concern when Vash doubled over again, and he reached out, leaning over him again and rubbing his back as he held the hand on his elbow with his other.

"Hey, hey, Blondie, it's alright, breathe, remember?" He couldn't help but glance up at Needle-Noggin, almost looking helpless. He didn't know what to do, he wasn't used to dealing with emotions like this, not in a way that wasn't snarling and grousing and deflecting away from how uncomfortable it made him with a facade of carelessness and irritation. And even when Blondie found his voice again, the worry didn't leave his face.

But then Vash wasn't surprised, and while Nick was for that fact alone, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of his own relief and the look on his face softened, because that was one more worry off their plate, one less person to look for and fret about, and he almost started to look happy through the worry. Finally, something good was happening to them, and if anyone deserved good things to start coming their way, it was these two!

They needed even more to find the kids, now! Nai and little Vash could finally have their family again, these two could have their family again! If there was anyone who understood how important that was, it was Nicholas, and he couldn't help the watery little smile that started to want to make itself known on the corners of his mouth. For once, things were looking up, and it had been so long since that had happened, it was frankly a bit of that weight he'd been carrying off of his shoulders.

And then Needle-Noggin asked what she'd broadcast, and he felt his blood run cold again, the hint of that smile dropping away even more quickly than it had appeared.

Did he not know the date? Or was their birthday on different days? Fuck, he kind of hoped it was the latter, at least then he wouldn't have to see both of them in pain.

He didn't know if Blondie would want him to explain for him, so he held his tongue even as he gave a worried glance up at the other, but if he needed to, he would. And all the while, he continued to rub circles against his back, hoping to ground him even as he vacillated between despair and calm.

Vash didn't quite see the smile, but he felt the way Wolfwood relaxed, and that helped him too, as well as Vash taking this part well enough. He was sitting up again, then Wolfwood tensed up again, and Vash had something to focus on now. And yes, he did take the other Vash's hand, his own a little worse for the wear.

"She introduced herself, and had some wishes for her boys. Both." He... could not bring himself to say Nai's name just now. Or even think it too much. "It was so... normal." He closed his eyes, rubbed the back of his head with his left hand before returning it to holding on to Wolfwood's elbow. "I never thought I'd hear her voice again. Sorry for worrying you both."

He slowly took a look around, to get his bearings, and made a bit of a face on finally noticing Wolfwood had run off after him without his shoes. Of course. This man gave so much of himself...

The smile was still verging on a grimace, but he made an effort.

"We should head back. There's shade, and a nice home-made lemonade." The tangy, watery taste could get past his current reluctance to eat anything. The smaller Vash had not taken nearly enough food with him when he took off, either.

She had some wishes for her boys, says Vash, as ordinary as anything, but he saw that expression on Wolfwood’s face. There’s something they aren’t telling him. Something that had brought Vash all the way out here, overcome by his memories, something that had made Wolfwood follow without even putting his shoes on.

If she was hurt, they’d tell him. He has to believe that. Whatever else was said in that broadcast, whatever is really happening here, if Rem or the little ones were in danger, he has to trust that these two would have told him. Rem probably said something about Nai, he thinks, giving Vash’s hand a gentle squeeze – he hasn’t looked, but he can feel the grit and blood on the other’s palm – and Nai could bring up any number of memories for Vash.

They only aren’t saying anything because they don’t want him to worry. He can trust in that.

“Shade and lemonade are two of my favorite things!” It’s just a memory, right? Those hurt, but they can be pushed down, far into the bottom of the gut, far enough away that they don’t even ache anymore. The rainbow game might not have helped any, but lemonade certainly will! “It’s one of the best things in the whole world, isn’t it? Sitting in the shade on a beautiful summer’s day with a cool, refreshing drink. Let’s go!”

Keeping Vash’s hand in his he stands, tapping Wolfwood’s bare foot with his own booted one once he’s upright. “And how about you?” Keep it light, he tells himself, his smile broad and honest. Everything’s fine. “Are you gonna make it, or are you going to be asking for a piggyback ride halfway there?”

To be honest, there was a lot more than what had happened with the radio that he hadn't touched on, yet, but he couldn't deal with that right now, not when Blondie needed the support, and not when he suspected that Needle-Noggin hadn't figured out exactly what was going on. He wasn't stupid, they weren't stupid. It was easy to tell that he was at least honed in on the fact that there were things left unsaid, though Wolfwood honestly couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that told him that. But then maybe he just was no longer used to just how sharply he'd always been able to read him, after years apart. And that just brought back all the guilt he'd been carrying since they set out from December again.

And oh, now that they were starting to pull apart and talk about heading back, and now that he'd started to come a little bit more out of his head, the fact that he was back was coming back to the surface of his focus, and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around him and cling for a bit, apologize properly like he hadn't been smart enough to do the other day. Make up for ruining the reunion he never thought he'd be blessed enough to have with one that was less fucked.

But first, to get them back to town. And, well, yes, for him to finish getting dressed. Shit. Had he left the door to their room unlocked? He didn't think he had his key. Fuck. He sighed to himself, groaning softly before Vash knocked his foot with his boot, and he blinked, looking down and then back up at him before he shook his head, wiggling his toes and climbing to his feet.

"No, I'm fine. It's still early enough, the sand isn't hot." Something still felt...off. He had a lingering sense of foreboding that he didn't think had anything to do with his worry that both of them were bottling things up, and he couldn't put his finger on it.

But...there would be time to deal with that later. He reached over to gently poke Blondie in the back of his ribs, a playful jab that barely had any strength to it at all and was mostly meant to get his attention, but also did the job of trying to put back up his cool facade.

"I think we need a new rule. Stop apologizing because something upset you and you think it's worrying us. I'll stop worrying when-..." Don't say 'I'm dead,' not in current company, nope, don't do it. "-I damn well want to. Just like you will, right? We care about you, it just makes sense we want to make sure you're alright. Anyway, come on, a drink sounds good. Though maybe best not to start the day-drinking this early. Which is a mental note to myself by the way. I don't want to have a repeat of what I did the last time..."

What he did want was to be able to put an arm around each of them and walk with them back to town that way, but Needle-Noggin was holding Blondie's hand on the other side of him, and he suspected Vash needed the comfort more than he did, right now, so instead, he wrapped his arm around the small of Blondie's back, sidling up close enough to him that he could tuck himself under that bottle-green arm, and then reaching even further with his hand until he could grab onto Needle-Noggin's coat, letting him keep his hold on the man between them but letting himself have some of the contact he needed, too. Unobtrusive, easily broken if it wasn't wanted, but still clearly a little outward sign that he had missed him and was happy he was back.

No, if Rem had been in danger, they would have been having an entirely different conversation. Vash was avoiding the centerpiece, but he was not lying. He was out here because of memories, and memories alone. Things he could not change, and usually kept deep, deep inside, but right now they had exploded and overwhelmed him in the worst possible way. And memories that, perhaps, could be bad for the other Vash as well, for all their differences.

But the rainbow exercise, while it didn't work as such - there was no way for Vash to have known it would rub on what was already torn, after all - was not far off the mark. Having specifics to focus on, outside of his head, was helping. While he might still have been shaky, and rattled, and likely far too pale, his eyes were now focused rather than glazed over or hollow, and the smile was solidifying a little as he squeezed Vash's hand back. "It's... pleasant, yeah."

Then he made a bit of a face at Wolfwood. "I apologize because I am sorry. It feels like a bit of an overreaction, now." His voice only wavered a little. But also... while there were times that he had broken down this badly, if not many, in the past, he had usually been alone. Being cared for, becoming the center of attention, as now? It was precious, it made him feel warm inside, which, juxtaposed against the memories of JuLai, of Nai, made him feel guiltier and more undeserving. Something he was carefully skirting away from, for the sake of not crashing back down again. It was the last thing either of the other two needed.

And probably himself, either.

He swallowed, hard, and let Wolfwood arrange them, close, not letting go of the other Vash's hand unless his was let go of, and then he would sling his arm around his shoulders, holding on to them both.

"Lemonade. A drink of lemonade, Wolfwood. Harder stuff can wait, right?"

And the last was to them both. He remembered that Vash had nudged Wolfwood about wanting to drink, himself, too.

No, nothing harder than lemonade, that's a good choice. He hums a little in agreement, happy to stay close to Vash's side, and with Wolfwood's hand tight in his coat. As much as he would love a drink or twelve -- it's been a long decade, okay? -- he may still be able to do something for this Vash here, and he should be sober for that. Last time he had spoken with them both, they were going to go dig up a grave, and now with Rem's announcement, no wonder he's having a rough day! Maybe Vash here would like a drink, huh? He didn't before, in December, but after the week – month? – he's had, this might be the time to start. This might be the ideal time to lern about how well alcohol can blur away things like that, at least for a little while.

And as for Wolfwood...

He has to be careful not to look too long in Wolfwood's direction, because he's going to get caught staring like a big soft fool. But he can't help it! Somehow they've both come out the other side of this war alive... and okay, there's still some hurdles that they need to address, some things that will need to be said, but he's not thinking about that right now. Right now he's really just wants to look at him, walk with him, listen to his voice. Stand beside him, and feel his warmth.

Apologize to him, god, so many times. For everything.

“Speaking of sorry,” he offers at last, “I owe you both one for leaving like that. I swear I didn't mean to!” Well, that's not entirely correct, is it? “I mean, I was going to leave, but I didn't mean to sneak out in the middle of the night!” He would have at least waited until morning! “Would you believe, I woke up three feet in the air out by J--”

Does Vash here know that Rem is living next to the ruins of July? Sorry Vash. Sorry if this is new information. “Out by Rem's place. Next to July.”

Whatever forces conspired to drop her station next to the ruins there, Vash would very much like to talk to them about their choices.

He sighed, but the sound was gentle, not as put out as the expression he gave back would have implied it to be.

"Alright, I'll correct myself. Stop feelin' like you're not allowed to be upset. But I know I'm just..." Talking to a brick wall? Sometimes it felt like it, but that was harsher than he wanted to be, when Blondie was already beating himself up for being an imposition. "Sayin' things I think I've already talked to you about. And don't go feelin' bad about that, either. I know you can't just shut it off. Just...don't beat yourself up like that."

Because that was one of the things they'd talked about, right? One of the things they'd argued over, insomuch as fussing and worrying about each other's inability to shake off their mental demons and trying to talk each other through it was "arguing."

He nodded, leaning just enough against him that he wouldn't knock him off balance, but his presence would be more easily felt as they walked, and his fingers rubbed gently against the material of Needle-Noggin's coat, the old, familiar texture helping cement in his mind that he was back, he was real, both comforting and heart-wrenching at the same time, though he did his best to keep the stronger emotions from flaring up.

"Yeah, just lemonade. Nothin' stronger for me for a good, long while, thanks. That hangover the day after was, frankly, one of the worst I think I've ever had." Though whether it was due to the alcohol or the things they'd done and the turmoil it caused him, he wasn't going to think about right now.

He could feel Needle-Noggin's eyes on him, short as the glances were, and everything in him wanted to look back, to just pull him aside and hold onto him, indulge in the need for contact and reassurance and the safety of knowing he was back, but he forced himself to focus. He knew once he stopped to pay attention to him fully, he wouldn't be able to stop his own little breakdown, especially not once the he began the monumental task of trying to put everything he wanted to say into words. He was so immensely happy to have him back, there was no denying that, but there were also so many things he needed to address, so many big, heavy things he needed to apologize for, that he hadn't even really properly recognized until the very recent past. He still hadn't had time to actually process it all and figure out how he would even begin to start trying to make up for everything he'd done, but he was here, now, and that was what was important. He could just...fumble his way through the specifics in a bit, the way he'd been doing pretty much everything important, lately. It was honestly par for the course, at this point.

The apology managed to make him lift his head and glance around Blondie's head at him in mild confusion before he realized what he meant, and he shook his head.

"Look, you don't need to apologize for that. He told me it was one of the weird shifts, right? It's not like you can control that. And you're here, now. That's what matters." Not that the fact that he had planned to leave hadn't hurt a bit at the time, but his behavior the other day had pushed him to that, hadn't it? It was his own fault. "I..." He cut himself off, his own apology on the tip of his tongue before he realized that that would just open the floodgates, and there was too much to get out here, he needed to wait. So he just sighed, gently. "Look. Once we're back and settled...we can talk about things then, ok? There's stuff I should have said before, but it'll be easier once we're back. If you'll hear it, I mean."

He turned a small smile his way, but there was a sadness to it that he would have preferred not be there. He wanted to make things right, all of it, but it felt like so much, and there was still that little voice in the back of his head that said he didn't deserve the chance.

The mention of July caught him off guard, though, and suddenly he just looked shocked, and maybe a little bit offended at what just had to be the universe's idea of a cruel joke.

"July??? Why's her place all the way out there???" And holy shit, didn't that make it hard for him to go visit her? Was that even a healthy place for them to try and build a home for all of them??? "Shit, we should find a better place for you guys! How easy do you think it'd be to pick up and move house?" Probaby not very, but at least it would be better than the two - or more - of them being next to a place that would be a constant source of so much pain.

Vash was easing up, the warmth in the way the other Vash was looking at Wolfwood loosening something in him. Whatever he had found, it had not made his feelings whither in anticipation of what might happen. I can't watch him die again.

That had to be a good sign, right?

He was starting to properly relax, lulled in the hold between, them, when Vash mentioned the location and he just tripped over his own feet, holding on tighter against them, instinctively.

He didn't say a word, he did not hang limply on their shoulders, but the tension had returned.

And so had some of the mental screaming, even though he tried to stifle it.

Rem was near JuLai. His brain circled that fact over, and over, and over again, refusing to process it. Wolfwood's words flooded over him, and there was comfort in his reaction, but it was currently reaching though to him slowly, sluggishly.

In the end, he manages a small response of his own. Almost just a sound.

"Oh."

Oh is a good way to put it. He keeps a tight grip on Vash as the other man stumbles, sympathy -- empathy, really, because he knows exactly what that distress feels like -- guarding his expression and keeping his face turned away from Vash, to give the man some semblance of privacy to pull himself back together. Yes, Rem is living at the edge of July, her station house overlooking the ruins of the city he destroyed. The grave, of everyone he'd killed there.

"She doesn't know." His voice is quieter than it was a moment ago, but still level. He'll grieve over this old wound later -- for now, that pain is pushed as far down as it'll go, deep enough to turn July's corpse into a sinkhole. To be fair, he's not certain what Rem knows, but he can't imagine that she'd be living at the edge of July if she had any idea what that place meant to the Vashes. "I didn't... I wasn't there long. It didn't come up."

He doesn't want to say it aloud, but under that statement is a plea -- he didn't tell her then, and he doesn't want to tell her now. Every Vash that's arrived, as far as he can tell, has come to her with tears in their eyes and grief in their heart. She already knows about the Fall, about Knives's act of mass death. He doesn't want her to know about his butcher's bill, too. How could she deal with that? Knowing that both her children caused so much pain and suffering? Not for his own sake -- he knows what he is -- but for hers. He can't do that to her.

"How could I tell her something like that?"

Vash didn't grab onto him for support when he tripped, but that didn't mean Wolfwood's free hand didn't instinctively shoot out to grab him by the glowing pauldron on his shoulder anyway, trying to help him keep his footing. He kept one eye on him even as he listened to the other talking, looking between them with obvious concern before he gave a sympathetic grimace.

"Oh Hell, Needle-Noggin, you'd know better than I would. I hardly even remember my mom, I wouldn't have the foggiest clue how to talk to her about the weather if I met 'er again." He let the hand holding the shoulder armour shift down to the fabric of his coat so that he could give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, the hand on the man at the end of their little chain reaching to put a more substantial press against his side. It was awkward, wanting and needing to comfort both of them at once, especially when they were in motion the way they were, but damn if he wouldn't try, anyway.

"I mean, maybe don't give her specifics. Just that you were there when it happened, and it's upsetting to have to see the ruins every day you're out there. Worst case scenario, there can't be much out that way, right? It'd be safer to move the family closer to a place with more resources. By the time I was-..." And there was, his mind dimly supplied, another reminder that he was both too young and too old for the things he'd been through. "Old enough to be in the field, there wasn't really a reason to go out that way."

Oh, Vsah was definitely holding on to both. And appreciated both, even with a new wave of guilt following in the wake of his reaction.

It took him a while more to get words to work, and his voice was also quiet, and flat.

"It's all right, Wolfwood. It just keeps taking me by surprise, right now." And there it was, the other reason why he had been out there. Although it clearly had not been the where...

"When I'm prepared for it, it won't be like this." It would still hurt, of course, but wasn't it right to do so?

A little more, and he managed to articulate another thought. "If she is building a house for all of us... then she has met many. And that means many went there. So, perhaps, the location is because people end up there. Willingly or not."

He was trying. He didn't sound well, but he was trying to not drown in the memories once more.

He can hear the strain in Vash's voice, feel the tension in his body. Really, so long as he pretends that it’s Vash who’s distressed by the idea of Rem living next to a grave they created, and not them both, then it’s so much easier.

What’s a little self-deception, among friends?

“They do. We do. End up there, I mean. She really is collecting us!” Because Vash is right – they do seem to be drawn to that place, at least on this world. Which is odd, now that he thinks about it. Like Wolfwood said, there’s nothing out there, nothing but the memory of pain. Back in his world, he hadn’t been near July since… well, since. But here? Here they’ve been flocking to the place.

He's wondered it before, and the thought occurs to him once more – given the way that the city was destroyed, the energy that was expended there, is there something strange, now, about the city itself? Knives said there was a hole there too, one that disappears and reappears. Did they – did he -- do more damage than he’d originally thought?

How do you even measure a place for spacetime disturbances? A change in gravity, perhaps, that only plants can feel? He’d ask their sisters, but…

“There's so many to choose from now. There's even a little one, about the same age as Nai.”

Wolfwood’s hand is warm in the middle of his back, and Vash briefly closes his eyes, letting that small touch flood through him.

“They both live with her.”

And shouldn’t that be a joyous thing? A Nai and a Vash, getting to grow up with Rem, and a whole gaggle of family running around? They all made their choices and will live forever with the consequences, but the little ones get a fresh start. Isn’t that something to cling to, other Vash? A small piece of hope, that not every iteration of them has to end up this way?

“And that’s where I’m headed, now that I'm not needed here.”

He almost went to argue that it would still hurt him to have to live out there, he knows how sensitive they are, how they internalize everything even more than they let people realize, which was already a lot as it was. But then his mouth closed before any words could leave, and he was quiet for a moment, listening to them talk, to Needle-Noggin explain further, and in the end, he was left with a conflicted set of emotions.

He doesn't want to see them hurting, or putting themselves through more pain just to get the chance to have a family. They deserve a chance at a happy life without having to live under the shadow of one of the darkest days in their lives. But if there are more of them that keep showing up there, enough that they're having to build an entire house to fit everyone, then maybe she's exactly where she needs to be to find her boys. And frankly, if there was one thing that was going to set Wolfwood off faster than the shit he'd been through recently, the monumental weight and baggage of the concept of family was it.

It was such wonderful news, such a blessing for the two of them - the apparently growing army of them - to finally have a family again. The thought of them finally being able to be happy with people they loved, their mother, made him so happy for them, and he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face.

But it was also a concept that, for Nicholas himself, was...complicated. He wouldn't fit in with that, would he? He was going to be so awkward, he didn't know how to be...family. And no, they weren't his family, but if Vash was there, he wanted to be there, too.

Shit. Now that he thought about it...meeting him mom was going to be so. Weird. He was not the type of person you brought home to your parents. He was the opposite of that.

He refused to let those sort of thoughts come out, though, the last thing they needed was to worry about his worries about how well he'd fit into everything, when for the first time in maybe their entire lives, it sounded like things might be looking up for them. So instead, he did his best to just focus on the situation at hand, the fact that they had found Nai, and apparently a Vash his age, too? So the brothers were going to both get to grow up properly, instead of enduring the awful shit that they had been through and that had started them on this nightmarish course of events.

"I'm glad you guys were able to find 'im, I really am. I really fucked it up the other day, and it's my fault he was even out there to begin with." He shook his head, and for all the anger he'd shown towards Nai before he'd gone running off into the desert, there was none of it on his face now, only a complicated sort of guilt. "I-...The past few of days have...given me a lot to think about. A lot. But...I think maybe it's better if I save that for when we get back."

His hand tightened in Vash's coat and he tugged it gently, not insistent but simply letting him know he was speaking directly to him, though the way he turned that guilty look up at him and caught his eye could have probably made that obvious enough.

"There are...some things I...need to say. Things I should have said before. But it's not a great time to get into it, all the way out here." So please stay, please hear him out. Even if that part of him that wanted to expect the worst possible outcome for everything told him it was still more than he deserved.

And then a sudden thought had him letting out a wheezing little gasp. You'll have to excuse him for not having thought to mention it earlier; it's early, he's not a morning person, and they'd been dealing with a lot of things already that day.

"We found another one! Another you! Another kid, even! He was-...chained to some kind of wreckage in the middle of a little abandoned town, surviving on catching worms and...staring at his own missing arm." Which made him give Needle-Noggin a very particular look, as if to ask "Sound familiar?" Because he deeply suspected that the kid they'd found lined up with the flash of memories he'd seen days earlier. "We were gonna bring 'im to you, but he went missing, too! We were gonna look for him after comin' to look for you and Nico in Octovern."

His brow furrowed then, at Vash mentioning heading back to Rem's and not being needed in Octovern. So he'd already had enough time to find what answers he needed, then? That...actually made something that had tensed up in his chest begin to release, and it almost looked like he wilted some, where he stood.

"So you've already gotten a look around, then, huh? How's it looking in there?"

Vash was walking, holding on, and trying to pull himself together. Listening, and in a way feeling more out of place than ever out there in December, even if some of this was so very relevant to him. They needed to talk. He wanted... some news, though Vash had already given him some, and then he would leave them be. Although, given everything, he frowned slightly. Vash was going to Rem's, which made sense, but that would make things complicated. He didn't know if Wolfwood would fit too well, there. Not with Nai, at least off the bat, though he trusted that could be worked through. But with many Vashes...

"It's... good that Nai is safe." Quietly, but hey, inflection was creeping back into his voice. "And yeah, we found a younger... you, I'd guess, since that matches closer with your memories of losing your arm than with mine. But he ran off, and I'm worried, he wasn't nearly as well-recovered as was good for him."

Not that ... he was unlikely to do similarly, in a not much better state, but he worried, still.

He breathed out.

"I'll... leave you to talk, when we get back, there are things that I'll just make harder, I think. But... I'd also like to know. What did you find, out there?"

His curiosity sounded subdued, right now, but it was real.

So these two had met that younger Vash as well? Vash just nods as first Wolfwood and then the other Vash talk about him, but his smile's getting more and more fragile at the edges all the time. First memories of Rem, then talk of July, and now the loss of his arm -- this walk back to town might be one of the hardest he's ever taken. And when they arrive, and he and Wolfwood have a sit down?

A small part of him just wants to turn heel right here, right in this very spot, to run into the desert and never return. He could live off worms and mist, make friends with the stones, put away language entirely and just be a simple lunatic out cackling on the sands. It'd be an easier life, that's for certain.

"He's all right." But he doesn't get to do easy. His crimes require more penance than that. "I met him too, that younger Vash? He found a place in Octovern... or near Octovern, he wasn't exactly precise about his address." And of course Vash hadn't pried. Losing first his brother, and then his arm? That Vash hadn't needed an old man poking around in his business. He'd said he had a place to go, and that was all Vash needed to hear.

"And as for the rest... Octovern is full of people right now!" A disturbingly small number of people, given that every refugee on the planet had headed there, but it was still more people than he'd seen since he arrived. It was a relief to know that the world hadn't entirely emptied out, that Knives hadn't entirely succeeded. He'd come close, though. "All the reports that say the fighting ended weeks ago were completely correct. There was a terrible battle, involving some of the ships from Earth, the ark... " Most of the reports agreed on the basics, at least, although he could already tell that some of the more crackpot theories were going to be the ones that made it out into the world. Time travelling aliens was his favorite, if only for the grain of truth in the theory.

"The Vash that was born here survived, and nearly all the plants from the ark have been rescued." Some hadn't made it, which was to be expected, given how the ark had come apart. So much death. So much effort to bring them all here, and for what? They hadn't been able to prevent a single loss. "I think Knives survived too... at least, that's what the rumors say. Apparently the two of them flew off together!" He really hopes that part is true. It's a nice thought, isn't it? After all that, to fly away hand in hand. Maybe they made it someplace safe, and maybe they died out in the desert somewhere... at the end they were together, and Vash can't help but smile at the thought.

"So that's it. The fighting is over, our sisters are being sent back to their towns..." Which means that they won't be able to send anyone back. This is their home now, for better or worse. "...and everyone is excited about the help that the Earth ships might have to offer." Just think of the tech they could provide! Water reclamation! Medicines! Power systems that didn't break down from the dust! There's one concern, though, mostly for Vash rather than Wolfwood.

"The Earth forces have independent plants on their ships, and after all that fighting they certainly know that Vash the Stampede is a plant. I'd stay away from them, at least for now, until we can get a better idea of what their intentions are towards, um. Us."

The Earth forces put chips in the heads of their independents, to limit their actions. While he sees the reasoning behind that idea, it doesn't mean he approves, and it certainly doesn't mean he's going to be volunteering any time soon.

When Blondie said he would leave when it was time for them to talk, Wolfwood couldn't help but feel a small spike of worry, wanting to tell him to stay, worried that he would go missing again if he wasn't there, before he forced the reaction back down. There was a little too much to unpack in that reaction for the moment, all things considered, and he couldn't deny that there were, in fact, probably things that would be easier to talk to Vash about if they were alone, if the other wasn't there as a constant reminder that Nicholas had spent the last two years in a reality that wasn't really his own, separated from his partner due in no small part to his own stupidity. And there was still the small voice in the back of his head that worried, though it might have been strange, about how Vash felt about his being there at all, traveling with Wolfwood and taking up a place that he'd filled so naturally before.

He had even less time to unpack the knot of feelings he had built up in his chest about Blondie in particular, and Nico, and his place in their lives. When he hadn't thought he would ever get to see Vash again, it had been...easier. Or at least less complicated. He'd thought he'd known what his purpose would be, when he was walking along behind them like a shadow, helping when he could but always feeling like he didn't belong. That he shouldn't exist there at all. Now? There was a little part of him that was starting to suspect that there would be a parting of ways, soon, and the thought made enough of a tight ball of worry flare up in his chest that he refused to even acknowledge it.

So he didn't. He just frowned very faintly and nodded his head, and instead opted for focusing on the relief he felt, hearing that the younger Vash was in Octovern somewhere, safer than he had been when they'd last seen him. It made him give a long sigh as some of the tension bled out of his frame, and his forehead dropped down onto Blondie's shoulder.

"Oh, Thank Fuck. Good, that's good. We can find 'im, then. I can do that, I'm good at that. He needs to be with all of you, especially with how bad he was when we found 'im." Even the sound of his voice was as if knowing he had been found and had been at least ok for a while was a weight off of his shoulders. He would have been worried about the kid regardless, finding him in the state they had. The fact that he was Vash? Well, Nicholas had always been fiercely protective of kids, and in some small part of himself that he never admitted to, had always loved the idea of having kids, even if they weren't his by blood. It hadn't taken long before his thoughts had gone from "Get him to Vash, he'll know what to do" to "Bring him to Vash, he can stay with us, we'll take care of him," only to turn into a mild sort of panic when he'd gone missing.

All of that out of the way, it left him to ponder the news out of the city, and...unfortunately, it didn't really answer as much as he had somehow thought it would. His face screwed itself into a complicated, thoughtful frown as he turned his head and rested his chin on Blondie's shoulder so he could watch Needle-Noggin talking from around his back.

"So...what does that mean for...all of us? I guess...everyone just...goes back home and tries to pick their lives back up where they left off? I mean...not gonna lie here, I doubt the Earthers will take much of a liking to me, either. Not that I expected much else when the signal first came in, if I'm being perfectly honest." His frown turned into a more concentrated scowl, though there was an apologetic sort of look to it, when he glanced back over. "I never really expected to have much of a place in whatever bit of good they brought, even in the beginning. I'm...not exactly someone who gets to live in civilized society." For so many reasons, and not many of them he could really change at this point in his life. He wasn't even likely to fit into civilized society even by the standards of the people who were born on this planet, let alone fancy off-worlders with their new, shiny technology and stricter laws.

"Has there...been any word on what happened to the Stampede who was born here? Since the two of them made their escape?" He couldn't help but be reminded of the promise he'd made to the dead man in December, as hard as it might be to keep. It seemed like the number of people he needed to find kept growing, even as some of them were found. At this point, it was almost more a rotating door of people to hunt down. He really had his work cut out for him.

Up ahead, the sight of the inn coming around the bend could finally be made out in the distance, and it was probably going to be awkward getting back up to their room, clinging to them as he was. But he was reluctant to leave his spot, and the small sigh he gave at the thought of it almost sounded put out. His fingers fidgeted a bit in the red fabric of his coat, gripping a little tighter, and he probably wasn't making it any easier to walk, the way he was practically pressed up against Blondie's side. Fuck him and his need for shoes. If he'd been smart enough to put them on before running out, he would have just opted for staying out there, where he didn't have to separate from either of them to get through the door.

Vash gave a little hiccup as something came from the other him, then he breathed out and let soft comfort and apology radiate from him. That was thoughtless of me. I am sorry. Brief and gentle, almost like a mental caress.

Then he did breathe a sigh of relief. This made two people they were looking for at least accounted for, alive, and taken care of - three, if one counted Vash here himself, and this Vash absolutely did. Though his eyes darted down to the sand. He was going to ask, if Vash himself at that age would have said that and been honest, or just evading the issue, but this was not the time.

"Thank you. We were pretty worried. And I... don't think I would have been doing very well, on my own, at around that age." Let alone those events, but he had more reason to focus and not rub salt in the wounds that were, in fact, pretty much still there. "Did... do you think he will be safe from the Earth forces?"

He fell quiet, after that. Listening to what was said, thinking. He was also trying to imagine... a lot of them, and taking care of the smaller ones. And how much trouble they were likely to be, but also how much joy, if and when they could make them a little safer, a little happier.

"I, um. While you talk, I can try to see what kind of communication devices I can get for us. Radios are well and good, but I miss having phones, in case I can get my hands on some of those." Even if his nearly never rang, even before JuLai.

Whatever happened, it would be good to be able to get in touch quickly and reliably here. It could save each other a lot of worry.

And Rem... Rem, also.

The thought of living near JuLai was making him uncomfortable already, especially today, but he wouldn't want her to worry, either.

Also, please, Wolfwood. They couldn't go through the door shoulder to shoulder frontally, but sideways? Not that much of a problem. Between those two, Vash did not even think about that, just turned and shuffled sideways so Wolfwood could get in from the sun first, if only by a very brief amount of time.

Then he smiled at the inn owner as though running off, being followed by one person, and coming back with two he is hugging was absolutely normal.

"Sorry if I worried you. Everything is fine! We'll ... be using the room for the day also, will decide about more later. And can we have lemonade? Please?"

Octovern was close, he could go and come back and help out enough to make sure everything was covered.

The smile turned to the other Vash. "Does that sound all right?" These two needed to talk, and not having to rush was probably better.

What does the arrival of the Earth ships mean for the locals? Vash just shrugs at that – there's no way to know. The Earth forces, in conjuction with the local government (which included Luida, he'd been delighted to see!) had been making plenty of noises about distribution of resources and aid and peace, and he wants to be hopeful! But he also didn't see any resources from those Earth ships in Octovern, the entire time he was there. Which, granted, was only a few days, but it had been mostly locals building the giant dome over the plants, mostly locals setting up food and shelter and medical aid for the refugees, mostly locals directing traffic and breaking up skirmishes. Mostly local stamps on the new wanted posters, with his and his brother's faces. They'll certainly have resouces, on the few ships that remain after Knives's attack, but who can say how much of those resources will get handed out? Or what changes they'll see in the government, in the years to come? It's all new and exciting!

For the young Vash, Vash honestly isn't sure if he'd welcome being brought back here, especially if he'd found someplace to stay in Octovern. But it wouldn't hurt to offer, right? “I warned him about them, and to keep his head down generally, but he got to see firsthand what happens when one of us walks around wearing red, so the warning wasn't really needed!” It hadn't been a good time to be on his own, no, and Vash pointedly doesn't rub at any of the larger scars beneath his coat, no matter how much they might start aching at the memory of their acquisition. Those years after he'd spilt off from Knvies had been hard, possibly the hardest of his life, and it's a relief to know that the younger Vash won't have the same experiences.

Also, please hear that warning, Vash – folks in Octovern are on the lookout for Vashes right now. Don't let them see you looking so distinctive.

And for this world's Vash... “Nobody knows where he went, no.” And he hopes it stays that way. “When I first arrived here, I met a Vash who shared with me what he remembered of the months after the fight.” He keeps his voice carefully level, and even more carefully doesn't think about any of the other details that Vash had shared... especially about Knives's death. “They might be in Mesa Probe, if his world was similar to this one.”

And he shuts up about it there, because they're approaching the inn at last. Vash smiles wanly at the innkeeper as they shuffle through the door -- yup, here's two Vash the Stampedes, please don't notice it! “That sounds wonderful, I'm so thirsty,” he whines, trying to slide back into that old silly persona. It's an awkward fit, but the innkeeper doesn't know him, so maybe it'll work well enough. “And hot, I'm so hot! Is there a fan in the room? I'm dying.”

Overdoing it a little? Maybe?

He gave Blondie a small, furrow-browed glance when he made that slight hiccupping noise, but left it unmentioned. He would've had to be completely oblivious not to notice the way the two of them seemed to just do that when they were around each other, and given Needle-Noggin's apptitude from reading thoughts as they crossed his mind, as if he'd spoken them out loud, he was beginning to suspect that they were doing it to each other. Not that it was particularly worrying or suspicious, just...curious, a little strange, but not even that much in the grand scheme of things. So when he settled again, the thought left his own head as well. If it was important enough, he assumed he would fill him in. They had at least gotten pretty good about doing that when something came up.

"Honestly, even knowing you two as well as I do, I'm still a bit surprised that he was able to keep it together as well as he had. I really don't want to make him stay out there on his own any more than he's already been. He needs people to take care of him - and don't tell me he can take care of himself, I know he can," He grumbled, looking up first at Needle-Noggin and then at Blondie before either of them could get it into their heads to say otherwise, "but he shouldn't have to, not with that wound, not at that age. If...if this all sticks, and we're...stuck like this...he should get to be with his family, too."

The confused look returned to his face, and he looked up at Blondie, stared for a second as he waited for him to elaborate, and then shook his head.

"What's a 'phone'?" Something better than radios? He'd never carried radios as a rule, but he knew they were damn useful for the people who actually wanted to stay in touch with others. What could they possibly use that was more handy than that?

He barely gave the inn keeper a nod as he was allowed to slip through the door first, just shuffled his way through the lobby and back towards the stairs. The man at the front desk nodded at Blondie, though, waved his way before seeming to notice the weird almost-similarities between the two blonds that followed Wolfwood inside. But even after a little note of recognition seemed to flicker across his face, he visibly shuttered it and simply nodded again. "Sure thing, Just glad to see you're ok. Your friend there sure looked worried. I'll have the lemonade sent up to your rooms shortly."

Wolfwood didn't even bother to look ashamed, just kept leading the two of them up the stairs. The sound of Needle-Noggin behind him putting back up that chirpy, cheerful facade just like old times made his skin crawl. It was so fake to his ears, no matter how well he could fool anyone else, and to have two of them starting to do it made it even worse. They sounded so miserable to him, even when they were doing their best to hide it, and instead it just made it even more obvious. He gave an exasperated sigh.

"Mesa Probe, huh? Tiny little speck of a town, right? Not too far away, if I remember right. We can head there after searching Octovern." He glanced back over his shoulder as he stalked up the stairs on bare feet, a thoughtful look on his face. "Also, another one of you? How many's that put us at? Any idea where he's at? Roundin' all of you up's gonna be a handful."

Vash blinked slightly at the question, but then didn't miss a beat. "A small communication device that's easy to carry, with a built-in antenna rather than extendable. But it's... if you haven't heard about them, there's a high chance that I'm unlikely to find any. Ah well. If that's the case, radios it will have to be."

Quietly, as they make their way up.

"I'll keep an eye out for the younger one, also. And anything else that might be important."

Once in the room, he hesitated. Then he finally stepped away from the supporting touch of the other two, and reluctantly shrugged off the coat. He'd meant...

He'd meant to go, once they got back together. But there was something about the other Vash's looks towards Wolfwood, and the intent to go where it might be complicated for Wolfwood, that made Vash think the conversation might not, well, end up with the two of them happily walking off towards the sunset. Or going off together to handle the next danger. Or something.

So the coat, left carefully draped over the back of a chair, was his promise that he was going to come back. A difficult one, because a part of him screamed to leave them be, they belonged with each other.

He still couldn't help but chuckle a little at Wolfwood, warmly. "Rounding all of us up? Ambitious."

Though he supposed that Rem would manage that. Which... "Oh and. If I don't run into the younger Vash but any of us meets him. I think while we might not be exactly who he wants to take care of him... Rem might be better draw."

His voice only shook a little.

"I won't be too long." Uh... "Leave the door a little ajar if it's all right for me to come in."

He tried to catch the eyes of each of them in turn, and with a brief moment of ... radiating, for both of them, love, he was off.

No, this conversation most likely won’t end with them skipping off into the sunset hand in hand. That’s what he wants, more than anything – he wants so much to head out of here, Wolfwood at his side, and see who might be in Mesa Probe, in May City, on the Earth ships, wants to introduce Wolfwood to Rem, wants to spend this night and every night for the next week out in the flats with Wolfwood, sitting around a campfire all night and riding on the latest iteration of Angelina during the heat of the day. He wants it so much he can taste it, can almost manifest it into being. He’d give up every strand of blond on his head to make it happen. Wolfwood pulls him in like a magnet, an unstoppable electrical force, and the silly voices and clumsy gait can only go so far to disguise that wanting. His teeth ache from it. Wolfwood’s under his skin and wrapped around his heart and he wants in a way he’s never wanted another person before.

But there are things that have to be said first, by both of them, and he suspects – no, call it what it is, he fears -- that when those things are said, he’ll be going back to July alone.

So when Vash sets his coat down – is he going back to Octovern? Be careful, friend! – and implies that they might want privacy, it’s all he can do to steal his face and mind into stillness. He wants, Vash. He wants Wolfwood in every sense of the word, and it’s going to hurt so much when – if – when he has to leave his heart here.

How much of that he shares on their connection, he can’t tell. Some of it, certainly. Too much, entirely possible. Vash sends love on his way out the door and he sends it back, with gratitude, and a wordless request -- don’t go too far, please. Wolfwood might need a friend here shortly.

And then they’re alone.

Shit. Where to start, what to say, how to even begin? Vash remains standing, just inside the room, and rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“So.”

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