captain_jtkirk | spam for Shego

"As I'll ever be." Shego eyed the gun. She didn't especially like them, but she'd used one once or twice during the zombie port and if this was going to be anything like that she'd have appreciated having one now. And the Barge was definitely getting to her if the first thing she thought of in this situation were zombies.

She was heading to the vault door as they spoke. "So. Two days. Don't suppose you got a map?"

"Nope," Kirk answered easily. There didn't appear to be any food either, which he could live without for a couple of days but just not having any was weird. But at least there was water and his communicator from the Barge, which would obviously be super useful if something went wrong.

"I'm guessing we need to get to the other side of the city and get past zombies or giant rabbits or something."

"Giant rabbits. Yeah, that's exactly what I thought this environment was missing."

'This environment' was visible now. Beyond the door there was a vista of ruined scrubland, littered with the occasional burnt-out skeleton of a house, or the piles of rubble where they'd once been. On the horizon she could see what she could only assume to be the outline of Megaton - and wasn't that a promising name? Yeah. She manoeuvred around some of the rubble that had fallen in the way of the path out, and into the light.

"Might as well get going. The sooner I can take off this jumpsuit and never see it again, the better."

"Hear, hear," Kirk murmured, giving the landscape one last grim glance over. This was reminding him of the zombie port too much. In the bleak sort of way that meant that something terrible was going to happen and the Admiral was not going to care.

"Do you have any of your powers?"

She'd sort of assumed she wouldn't and hadn't actually checked, but on request she hurled a green fireball at a nearby wall that had presumably once been part of a larger structure. With her full powers, it would have been gone forever, and with the ten per cent Kirk had given her it might have cracked or taken a chunk out. This did basically nothing besides kick up some dust.

"Same as when I first showed up," she judged, frowning.

"Awesome." He'd kind of been hoping that she didn't have a weapon because she had her powers but it just looked like the blanket ban against Inmates. "We should try and find something for you to use to defend yourself better." Plus what he was holding sucked. It was probably best used a stick to beat people with.

"Isn't that what you're here for?" They were following a path, of sorts, meandering across the landscape - not really a road, more of a trail. Good in that it gave them something to follow, bad in that it meant this place wasn't unpopulated. "Anything goes south, I'll just hide behind you until it's over or until you're giving me a convenient human shield."

Kirk gave her a look like, 'yeah right you're going to do that' before rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, no. You are not that much of a wuss."

"No, not so much." She glanced at him as they trudged. "Can you actually use a real gun? Do they still have those in the future?"

"Shoot, you're right, we're probably going to die because real bullets are my weakness," Kirk replied sarcastically. "Unless you want to take over."

"I'm just saying that I know how to use a gun and they aren't the same as your phase things," she said, ever so slightly snappishly. "Sue me for having a vague interest in us surviving this."

"I've fired a real gun before." Maybe he wasn't super great with aiming when he had to deal with a kick from the gun but he could still shoot. "That's also why I suggested we find you a weapon as well."

"Yeah. Okay." She didn't want to think about how that was going to work, because everything they were walking past looked pretty well picked over and she suspected the only way of getting a firearm would be finding or creating a dead body and taking whatever weaponry was on its person. She almost regretted not bringing Rex's nanomite syringe with her. Then again, she probably would have lost it altogether while transitioning to the horrible jumpsuit.

They passed the shell of a house. Elements of a living room were still intact: two burnt-out couches, the filigree frameworks of a very old TV and radio. Half a skeleton.

"This is creepy. It's like somebody dropped a nuke on Stepford."

She realised she had just raised the possibility of radioactive robot wives roaming a postapocalyptic wasteland and frowned.

***

Radioactive robot wives had, pleasingly, never materalised. What had happened, on the second day of a two-day journey, was this: Megaton had become an actual recognisable series of structures and not just the vague hope of a city on the horizon, they hadn't run out of water, neither one of them had punched the other just to break the tedium, most of their ammunition had been eaten by a pack of giant radioactive ants but they hadn't, and then they had passed between two overturned abandoned buses only to learn that in fact, only one bus was abandoned and they'd walked into an ambush.

It was only the raiders' natural wariness about a man with a gun and a woman with glowing hands that gave them the few seconds necessary to take cover behind the other bus before the gunfire started. Judging by the two dead bodies they were currently sharing space with, it wasn't an ideal position to be in.

"This is exactly what I thought this weekend was missing," Shego said flatly during a brief pause in fire. Not being an idiot, she was flat on the ground, trying to make herself as small a target as possible.

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Kirk didn't really have a snappy retort in response to that since most of his attention was focused on how to escape this alive with only a handful of rounds left. It wasn't really looking very promising.

"We can't hold this for much longer," he said, probably needlessly since once they ran out of ammo, they were screwed. "When I signal, you're going to make a run for it to that building over there, alright?"

There was almost a remark of the 'how the hell will being ten feet closer to where we're going help us at all' variety but she bit it back, mostly because she couldn't be heard over a few seconds of renewed gunfire. She felt the reverberation in the metal as a bullet passed through the sheeting a few inches over her head.

"Alright. What are gonna do?"

"I'll follow in a minute," Kirk answered vaguely. Though it was probably clear that he had every intention of playing the dumb hero so that she had a way better chance of getting away than he did.

He tightened his grip on the gun, knowing that six shots would really get them nothing in the end except a mild distraction. "Ready? I'm going to aim for that one on the end and you are just going to run."

This felt wrong. They were going to seperate and then he was going to get killed and then she would have nothing except a decent sprint on her side. Idiot. Heroic sacrifices were for losers.

Shego heard the first shot from Kirk. She moved on the second shot, probably not even a second later, and heard a noise from the other side of the track. It wasn't even a cry of pain, more the sort of deathly gurgling of someone who'd been shot in the head without immediate lethality. How many of them were there? Two, three? She didn't think she'd heard more than two guns going off at the same time, and given the bodies they'd found it wasn't hard to imagine a gang of four had had a recent domestic and been narrowed down to a gang of two.

Then again, in their current situation, two against one weren't better odds when the one had a gun and the two had basically nothing.

On the sixth shot, she collapsed behind the three-foot wall of what had once been another charming family home, somewhat hating herself for doing exactly what Kirk had told her even though it was plainly a suicidal idea. The aftermath of the sixth shot was just silence - no sound of returned fire, or of Kirk reloading (of course).

She peeked over the wall. The other raider had left the cover of the bus, and of course he was built like a truck - and wearing armour. Of an improvised variety that made him look like he'd covered himself in Krazy Glue and stumbled through a cookware store, but still. And he was heading towards Kirk with the sort of swift surefooted determination one might expect from someone who had recently lost the last member of their social circle.

Well, fuck.

For a split second, Kirk thought about making a run for it but that was a decision he never truly entertained in situations like this. He always had to run at dangerous things rather than away. And maybe, just maybe, Shego would be smart and take the distraction as a chance to save herself because that was really the whole goal of this plan.

Kirk managed to duck and avoid the first swing at his head but his own swipe really did nothing against the bulk of the raider and he wasn't fast or flexible enough to duck the right hook that suddenly came at his gut.

Although Shego considered herself to have a healthier fight-or-flight impulse than Kirk, she had not been running. What she had been doing was looking around for weapons. And by the time the guy had extracted his fist from Kirk's solar plexus and had started reaching for his throat (what the hell was so magnetically attractive about Kirk's neck?), she had something.

"HEY!"

What a ravaged former residential area was not short on was lead piping. She swung, and then instantly wished she hadn't yelled. Not because she'd wanted to see Kirk get a bit choked or because he'd be able to usefully respond in time, but because she had done this to a few zombies with a baseball bat and it had been easy because they were the mindless walking dead and putting them down had felt as morally dubious as popping a zit. When she had looked in their eyes there had been nothing. When this guy half-turned, she made eye contact with him and something happened, the anger and aggression in his eyes turning abruptly into fear.

The pipe connected with the metal grille semi-covering his face, distorting the weak metal, crushing it bloodily into his face. She swung again - she couldn't not - and the grille came away. Once more and it was over. Just - over. The earth seemed to shake when he hit the ground.

Shego exhaled deeply and rubbed at the bridge of her nose with her left hand. The other was still holding the pipe, knuckles white with the strength of the grip.

Kirk couldn't do much of anything but stare for a few seconds. One moment he'd been struggling to breathe (which was really just getting old by this point) and the next he was on the ground, the raider bleeding and dead nearby and Shego wielding a pipe above him.

Once he recovered from the shock, it occurred to him that he'd never seen her kill someone like that before. It wasn't to say that she hadn't, he didn't see everything and he hadn't known her for most of her life but yeah. It maybe explained why her knuckles were turning white.

"Um, thanks," Jim said a little awkwardly, slowly moving to his feet. "I can take that if you want."

What she actually wanted to do was never ever look at it again or acknowledge that it existed or what she'd done, ever, but that would involve admitting she had a problem with anything relating to this situation. So she just shook her head and let her grip loosen fractionally.

"I'm good." She waved a hand down the trail. "Let's just keep moving. We can't be more than a couple hours away now, and I seriously don't want to know what the Admiral's gonna do to any stragglers."

"Okay." Kirk mostly just didn't fight her about it because he wasn't entirely sure yet how she was handling it. Something he could focus on once they were safe back on the Barge and no one was trying to kill them. "You think you can run it? It'll be even faster."

"Yeah." She set the pipe down, because a) it was covered in blood and had a chunk of scalp clinging to it and b) she didn't need it weighing her down on a cross-country run while she was already dehydrated. She took a few gulps of water from the one remaining bottle in her pack, resealed and replaced it carefully, then set off at a jog to warm up. The sooner they were back the sooner she could go hide in a shower cubicle forever.

Not forever. Maybe a day and then Kirk was coming to find her and drag her out of her emo hole.

Kirk didn't bother taking a drink of water before he started jogging after her. Just decided to suck it up and go because being a little dehydrated hadn't killed him yet while the natives here had come a lot closer to that.

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