AU: Milliways (PotC!Trudy, DW!Thirteen)

[hallelujahpilot]

It's been a Day.

(she's had a lot of them lately)

And she misses flying.

(not much she can do 'bout that, although she's pretty sure Tia Dalma could turn her into an eagle if she really felt like it)

(Quaritch had an eagle tattooed on his arm)

(she doesn't want to be an eagle)

Not much she can do about either of them, though, except maybe get drunk. Yeah, she likes the idea of that.

(she's dressed to fit the times, although not exactly proper society. Ladies don't run around in breeches and loose shirts and knee-high boots and coats that go swish.

She's okay with not being a lady)

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[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen nudges Trudy's leg with a sneakered foot, still beaming.

"So what've you been up to, Hobbes?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"Learnin' to fish. And how to shoot with the pieces of shit they call pistols."

[numbered_doctor]

Eyebrows raise and threaten to disappear into her hairline.

"What happened?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"Lets just say that gun-tech's improved over the past five hundred years or whatever it is."

[numbered_doctor]

Her brow furrows and she leans forward in her seat.

"Back in time? Explains the new duds. How'd you get there?"

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy pours herself a drink.

She tosses it back.

She pours herself another.

Then she starts to speak.

"...I died. And was fished out of the afterlife by a witch who was lookin' for someone else."

[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen's silent for a long moment before she says anything.

"Oh...Hobbes. I-I'm sorry."

[hallelujahpilot]

She takes a sip this time.

"I...I'm not sure how I feel about it all, yet," she admits. "I knew I was going to die, but then I got pulled back anyway."

[numbered_doctor]

She wants to hug the other woman, but the chairs pose a problem. Instead, she tries to quell the urge by covering the woman's hands with her own.

"Thought I told you to look after yourself," she quips with forced lightness.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Quaritch ordered the destruction of Hometree, Remy. I...I didn't. I refused. And they were gonna pack me off to Earth, and...I couldn't sit around and do nothing."

[numbered_doctor]

That tears it. This time, Thirteen tugs lightly at the woman's hands.

"Wouldn't be you if you did," she murmurs softly. "C'mere, Hobbes."

[hallelujahpilot]

She's missed being hugged, so she stands and not quite stumbles into Remy's arms.

Remy isn't Norm, but Remy is her friend and here, at least, is someone she trusts to cling to.

[numbered_doctor]

As soon as she's able, Thirteen wraps her arms around the much smaller woman, unceremoniously tugging Trudy into her lap while she hugs her and is clung to.

"That's it, it's alright, I got you."

[hallelujahpilot]

"Thank you," she says, taking a deep breath.

[numbered_doctor]

"Anytime," she murmurs, giving her another squeeze. "Least I can do."

[hallelujahpilot]

"I'm okay. Really."

[numbered_doctor]

The concern is clear as Thirteen runs a hand gently over her back.

"Y'sure?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"Yep."

[numbered_doctor]

She nods, though she makes no move to release her just yet.

"Alright. Good."

[hallelujahpilot]

"Don't believe me?"

[numbered_doctor]

She laughs.

"Chalk it up to learning from past examples."

[hallelujahpilot]

"Trust me, I know when I'm fragile. Past experience."

[numbered_doctor]

"Alright," she responds, grinning a little. "I believe you."

[hallelujahpilot]

"You'd better."

[numbered_doctor]

Laughing again, she leans to press a sloppy smooch to the smaller woman's cheek.

"Yes ma'am!"