pullmeoutalive | Ramey

[ That gets his attention, and his gaze snaps upward, confusion and concern and just the barest flicker of hope in his eyes.

He tries to put a lid on the latter as quickly as he can. This is foolish. Emma can’t go with him- she has a life here. With him, they would be merely surviving. ]

I could never ask you to do that.

You're not askin'. I'm telling you that's what I want to do.

[ it's not an easy decision, and certainly one she doesn't take lightly. rose creek is her home, a place she helped build from the ground up with matthew, that she poured her heart and soul into, but...

vasquez had made it a home again — not the simple nature of existing in rose creek. ]

I don't want you going when I can't follow.

[ There it is again, that little flicker of hope, and he quickly grinds it under his heel. ]

You know what living like that is like? Constantly moving, watching over your shoulder all of the time. Hell, you know where you found me.

[ In a rundown cabin in the woods, sleeping next to a corpse, scraping out a meal from what he could find. ]

You have a home here.

I know, Vasquez. I'm more than aware of where you were and what that life means for you.

[ she's never lived it, but she'd seen flashes of how he'd survived, how he stayed alive.

it's not a pleasant existence, not one she would wish on him or...really, anyone else, but she knows he can't stay in this comfortable life with her. ]

I have a house. You've helped make it a home again, and I don't want to see it empty as it'll inevitably be without you here.

[ she takes a slow breath, her fingers knotting together again, nerves that she tries to quiet. ]

I don't say this lightly.

[ Her fidgeting is making him uneasy, and he reaches over to slide his hands over hers. It makes something in his chest ache, knowing that she’d so willingly give up everything just to be with him, when she fought so hard to keep it in the first place. ]

Just how long have you been thinking about this?

[ she stills when vasquez takes her hands, but it helps, quiets her anxieties a bit.

(but she realizes, she isn't anxious because she doesn't want to leave; rather, she's anxious over the reality of their quiet life being little more than illusion in the face of waiting danger.

they'd never really been safe, had they?) ]

Since those men dragged you away from me.

[ it had really shown her that the first instance wasn't random, that it instead spoke for the reality that vasquez was at risk — as long as he stayed in one place. ]

[ His eyebrows go up in surprise, but then he has a bad habit of sometimes underestimating Emma, even still. The way he cares about her puts him so very far outside of his element, and he realizes he needs to stop treating her like she’s fragile.

She’s stronger than him by far. She always has been. ]

Oh, querida.

[ Almost a sigh as he pulls her close, gathers her into his lap. ]

As if I could stop you from following me even if I wanted to.

[ she lets vasquez draw her down, and she sits across his legs without protest, her arms curling around his neck as she presses a kiss to his temple. ]

Be awful hard to shake me, I think.

[ if he genuinely didn't want her to go with him, she'd likely stay, but she also finds herself hard-pressed to believe as much. ]

I feared this would be inevitable. Suppose it was just a matter of "when."

I'm sorry, mi amor. You deserve so much better than a life on the run.

[ He brushes his fingers though her hair ]

I wish I could give you that.

[ emma leans into the attention with a quiet sigh, just shaking her head. ]

I know.

[ another gentle kiss as her fingers tighten in his shirt, her arms wrapped around him to hold herself close. ]

If that mattered to me, I don't think I'd have let you stay here in the first place.

Certainly wouldn't have managed to feel this way.

[ He huffs out a laugh, quiet and barely there as he rests his cheek against her shoulder. ]

I have no idea what I did to deserve someone like you.

Must've been something pretty decent.

[ she manages up a smile, content to hold him for a moment, her fingers moving from his shirt to his hair.

(another lovely benefit of having vasquez there with her: all of this contact she'd missed so dearly.)

she's quiet for a few drawn-out minutes, before she speaks again. ]

...we can't stay much longer, you know. They're already in town.

Decent? Here I thought I forgot the meaning of the word.

[ He glances up at her, just watching her face while they sit in contemplative, heavy silence. This surely isn't something either of them wanted, but they both knew it was coming, looming on the horizon like storm clouds. ]

I know. How long will it take you to wrap things up here?

[ emma pauses as she thinks it over, runs through everything she needs to gather up before they can leave. it feels like there's so much she ought to do, so much that needs doing, but...

they truly do need to just get out of town. ]

An hour, maybe two, depending. Need to get some supplies, pack what I can, but...

I can leave a lotta this behind.

[ not much option otherwise. ]

I was expecting a day or two.

[ They likely don't have the luxury of that kind of time, though, with the hunters already in town. ]

But if you truly think you can be ready, then we should go.

Day or two would be lovely.

Can't afford that, though, and I'd rather not leave another pair of bodies behind, if it's all the same to you.

[ emma knows what going along with vasquez will mean (killing to keep themselves alive, if they have to), but something in her doesn't want to add another set of deaths as they try to get out of rose creek. ]

I understand, amor.

[ There's a lot of bloodshed waiting on the road ahead of them, but it doesn't have to start now. ]

Go on. Do what you need to do. I'll gather things up here in the meantime.

[ another kiss, then emma's reluctantly sliding off of his lap to get a few things together to take into town.

it's admittedly not too hard to gather up what she needs, mostly because part of her has run through this very scenario a few separate times. she's already figured what kind of provisions they'll want to bring along, how long it all ought to last them, what she can afford and what would be better left brought as money to spend on the move.

it's a lot to think on, but emma's had time enough for it, since the last encounter with the bounty hunters.

she stops into the general store (much to teddy's delight, given the way he lights up again when she walks right in), and gives theodore a proper list of what she needs. he writes it all down, trying to keep up with her, and then glances up from the sheet of paper.

"uh...might take a bit to get all'a this together."

"do you mind bringing it by my house for me?"

and teddy just smiles. "not a bit, miss emma."

sweet as always, emma thinks, and she offers him a soft, if somewhat strained smile.

"much obliged, teddy."

supplies arranged, money drawn, and emma is heading back to the house to gather up her things. clothes, guns, ammunition, a few small keepsakes (and the playing card she'd discovered, months ago, in vasquez's vest before she'd done the laundry; king of hearts, slightly rumpled, but well kept all the same. it sat on her mantel, undisturbed.).

she has her travel bags packed, and then there's a short knock at the door. glancing over, she hefts up her bag, carrying it into the bedroom, and then to vasquez, ]

Could you get that?

[ It doesn’t take Vasquez long to dig out his stuff from wherever he and Emma stashed it once he stopped sleeping in the common room. Most of his things have been undisturbed, never ever unpacked as she lent him clothes from Matthew’s closet and kept him fed on a regular basis.

When Emma returns, he helps her gather her own things, and he’s surprised at how little advice he has to give her. Clearly she has been thinking about this, and her diligence and preparedness eases some of the worry that’s been building in his chest.

She asks him to get the door, and for a second he just gives her the weirdest look, like he’s wondering if she forgot about the bounty hunters that are currently in town, but he goes anyway. First he slides up to the window to peer out through the slit in the curtains, one hand on his gun, just in case, but the tension goes out of him when he spots the familiar visage of Teddy Q.

Well, this is gonna give the kid a heart attack.

Vasquez swings the door open, and remarks midly, ]

Hola, Teddy. How’s Jack doing?

[ And the poor guy nearly loses his grip on the bundles of supplies in his arms out of shock. He sputters for a moment, gets as far as “Mister Va—” before Vasquez shushes him and guides him inside. ]

[ emma, at least, expected teddy, figured it would be him by the single set of boots on her porch, the particular sound of his knock (from all the days he'd checked in on her, soon after matthew's death and once the town was settled; he'd been a good friend, and she'd appreciated it).

but she looks out from the bedroom to offer teddy a small smile. ]

Thank you, Teddy, that was awful quick of you.

[ teddy looks from vasquez to emma a few times, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. ]

You— he— when did—

[ emma waves a somewhat dismissive hand, then goes to take the supplies out of teddy's arms. ]

He's been here a while now.

[ without really bothering to explain the context of why vasquez is there, in her home.

teddy continues to flounder for a moment, and then— ]

You're— are you leavin' along with him?

[ the disappointment in his tone makes emma's smile a little softer, sadder. ]

I am.

[ To be honest, Vasquez feels a bit bad. He feels bad for not finding a way to at least say hello to Teddy earlier, first of all. Teddy had been with them all from the beginning, right alongside Emma. He can also see the way Teddy’s expression falls when Emma admits to leaving town.

Heartbreak if he ever did see it.

He rests a hand on Teddy’s shoulder for a brief moment, before taking what remains of their supplies from his arms. ]

Would have liked to come into town, but— [ a shrug ] –obviously you have visitors already.

[ teddy seems to only just realize why so many bounty hunters have been passing through, and he looks over at vasquez, shaking his head. ]

They're here lookin' for you.

[ emma sighs, nodding as she takes the supplies over to be packed away. ]

And I'm sure you've gathered it's not the first time.

[ teddy nods slowly. ]

But you're going, just like that?

Can't stay here anymore.

...Emma, this is your home.

[ she nods, not looking back at teddy as she brings the pack up with the others. ]

And I'm allowed to choose when to leave it.

[ Emma has very clearly made up her mind, and Vasquez knows how she can get when she’s set on something. At this rate this conversation is going to go in circles, which isn’t going to help anything. He doesn’t want Emma’s last words to anyone in Rose Creek to be angry and clipped and argumentative. ]

Querida. [ Softly, as he rests a gentle hand on Emma’s arm. He can feel Teddy’s eyes on them as he does. ]

Why don’t you two step outside? Talk to him. I can finish up in here.

[ emma hesitates, but...he's not wrong. she should settle this, say a proper goodbye to teddy before they have to leave. she doesn't have the time for farewells otherwise (and probably shouldn't, to give them both a good headstart), but she at least owes teddy something less tense and brusque.

she nods, giving his wrist a small squeeze. ]

All right.

[ and she pulls away, herding teddy out the front door.

the conversation doesn't go poorly, but teddy seems mostly confused by, well, why vasquez? why would she be choosing this for herself? why would she leave this house she built with matthew behind at the drop of a hat?

it's not that simple, she tells him. there's more to vasquez than teddy knows. there's more to her decision than just following this man away from her home. there's just more, and she appreciates teddy's concern, but she can make these choices for her own wellbeing. she knows how to look out for herself, and she knows what this means for her.

teddy goes quiet for a while, and then he finally nods. ]

Just— take care of yourself. Stay safe, you hear me?

[ emma's smile is softer, a bit of that need to defend herself slipping away. she reaches out, gives teddy's arm a gentle squeeze, then she pulls back to go into the house, then pauses by the front door. ]

Thank you, Teddy. For everything.

[ and then emma's leaving him on the porch, to go back to vasquez. ]

[ By the time Emma steps back inside, Vasquez has finished taking care of their supplies. Their bags are filled and ready to go, laid out in a line across the bed.

He glances up at the sound of the front door, and he’s not surprised to find that Teddy isn’t with her. ]

He really cares about you, you know.

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