open post;

[nostalgiabomb]

( x )

Comments

[nostalgiabomb]

Other than the sheer pleasure of my company, you mean?

[twelveoclock]

I recall sayin' I shoulda left you in the crater at one point, so no.

[nostalgiabomb]

Then probably not.

[ which is mostly a lie. They're a ragtag group of mostly reformed criminals, sure, but their knowledge and expertise has proven invaluable from time to time.

Peter shrugs. ]

We're just tryin' to get by. Same as anyone.

[twelveoclock]

It still might be useful to know what you were doin' up there in the first place. Any bad guys we gotta worry about?

[nostalgiabomb]

There are always bad guys to worry about.

[ A pause. ]

Anything happen with that thing that crashed on the moon?

[twelveoclock]

No idea. Winston's been monitorin' it, but if he found anything, I haven't heard about it yet.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out a breath, some of the tension bleeding away from his shoulders.

Dryly, ] Then the planet Earth is safe from the alien menace. Aside from me, that is.

[twelveoclock]

Yer a menace all right.

But, hypothetically speakin', what kinda bad guys would we be dealin' with?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Another pause. ]

Well. The guys I ran into were a bunch of dickwads with laser guns and plans for bigger and badder weapons. Terrorists, I guess. A splinter group that may or may not have splattered themselves on the moon.

[twelveoclock]

[ Now there's a group of guys that would get on famously with the deadlocks ]

So that stuff you been totin' around would be, what--?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His eyes flit over to the case, sitting at the foot of the couch; somehow it made its way to the cabin while he was busy being treated. When his gaze returns to McCree, his expression turns wary. ]

Data. Plans. [ For those weapons he mentioned specifically. ] Information on where they'd be going next.

[twelveoclock]

[ He catches that expression and holds his hands up ] Just tryin' to get a feelin' for what you n' your team do.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ It takes a few seconds, but Peter lets his wariness drop away. ]

So long as that's all you're doing, then we're fine.

[twelveoclock]

You are a mighty suspicious person, you know that?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He shrugs both shoulders, looking unperturbed. ]

Force of habit.

[twelveoclock]

Uh-huh. Not like we could arrest ya or somethin' even if we wanted to. We don't exist anymore, remember?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ A derisive little snort. ]

Sure, sure. [ He gestures, encompassing the cabin with a wave of his hand. ] For an organization that doesn't exist, you guys seem to be doing okay.

[twelveoclock]

We used t'be kinda a big deal. Got a few leftovers from those days.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

So what makes you guys stick around? Seems kinda counterproductive to stay aboard an already sunken ship.

[twelveoclock]

[ He shrugs ]

Just 'cause the Omnic Crisis is over don't mean that there ain't wrongs in this world that need rightin'.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His head tilts a little. ]

So, what, that makes you guys like the A-Team or something?

[twelveoclock]

I like to think we got better aim, but it ain't too bad a comparison.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs a little. ]

Fair enough.

[ He glances out the window again, clearing his throat – clearly working up to something. Then, ]

... So. Earlier. [ A pause. ] I guess I should've thanked you for fishing me out of the desert.

[twelveoclock]

[ Well, a thank you was certainly not what he was expecting after all that build-up, but he’ll take it. ]

Just doin’ my job.

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah, well, job or not, I guess I owe you one. And I repay my debts, so long as they're only mildly inconvenient for me.