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ellieslittlewh0re · 3 days

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Please write some skin to skin with Ellie. I need a break from her strap!! Whew <3

yes!! I totally understand where your coming from 😩 I miss the good ol fashioned bumpin & grinding 🩷

𝖺/𝗇 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 <𝟥

𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵𝟐𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵 𝒆.𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔.

જ⁀➴ 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 <𝟑

જ⁀➴ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝖽𝗎𝗁), 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺

It was still early in the morning, the sun just barely breaking on the horizon, and dew drops stuck to your shared bedroom window from the summer humidity.

Ellie stirred awake, rubbing her eyes as she adjusted to creeping daylight, and then she saw you. Your bare shoulder, and how the light highlighted your silhouette, all the way down your bare sides.

She felt bad of course, after a night where she let her jealousy and insecurities overwhelm her, she ended up saying some things she regretted- things she didn’t mean.

Her hand caressed your shoulder, and down your arm, you were still asleep, but she didn’t intend to let it last long.

She loved you, cared so deeply for you, and you just made perfect sense to her.

Maybe it was her insecurities talking again, but she had to make it up to you, now.

She scoots closer to you on the bed, her bare chest on your back, and her arm wraps around your front, her lips now on your shoulder.

This is when you start to finally wake up, her restless kisses making it impossible to ignore.

You hummed as your eyes blink open, and you quickly remember last nights events.

Sure, you were still upset. It wasn’t unforgivable, but you wanted to make her work for it.

“Baby?” She said, quiet and a little rough, and you ignored her, tucking your face away further into the pillow so she couldn’t see your face.

Another kiss is felt on your shoulder, and then another one a little higher up, and they kept coming until her lips were in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered into you, her warm breath making the skin on your arms tingle.

You extended your neck, giving room for her to continue her surge, and a smile kept onto Ellie’s lips, knowing that not only you were awake, but you were inviting her.

Her soft pecks turned wet, her tongue sliding across your skin until it turned into gentle suctioning, and her hips perfectly snug.

You hum again as Ellie’s hand finds your breast, gently rolling the fat between her fingers, taking extra caution around the sensitive nerves.

Her breathing starts to pick up in your ear as her hips are rolling into you, grinding her cunt into your ass, and her hand also became more frenzied, finding its way into your panties, and sliding a index finger between your sticky folds.

You moaned in response, eyes still shut, and wrapping a hand around to pull on the back of her thigh in need of more.

Luckily for Ellie, you didn’t make her work nearly as hard as you should have because her boxers were growing increasingly tight and uncomfortable, sticking and clinging to her cunt as she continued to hump you from behind.

Boby parts begin to stick, her forehead resting on the back of your shoulder, and her thighs against yours. She was relentless with her wrist, but the angle wasn’t favorable.

You’re rolled onto your back, and she’s climbing on top of you, finally abling a kiss, all the while using one of her hands to slide her boxers down the length of her legs, not bothering to take them the rest of the way off as they dangled from one of her ankles.

Your eyes opened the rest of the way, seeing her as she lowers her lips to your chest, planting open mouthed kisses, and you whine as the kisses turned brutish- sucking, and her teeth grazing your nipple as she pulls away.

She gets lower, her bottom lip ghosting the pudge of your lower stomach, “Can I?” She asks, so sweetly, and so unsure, wanting nothing more to get closer to you in any way possible, but never fully satisfied.

You nodded, and it took her no less than a second to hook her pretty fingers around the hem of your panties, pulling them down and tossing them elsewhere with little importance to neither of you.

It started sweet with the trail of kisses up your inner thighs, her warm hands hooking around you, and all her adoring vows spewed between the flicks of her tongue.

See, Ellie loved you- loved fucking you, but it was one of this mornings where her growing itch was starting to physically ache.

She lifts herself, and in your dazed-out haze, you give her a look of confusion, but she’s pulling and pushing at your legs, spreading them until the inner muscles started to sting.

“Ellie, what are you-?” You started to ask, but she pretty much answered your question as she swung a leg over one of yours, her hands on your knees, and lowered herself onto you.

A sharp breath is exhale from your lungs, and a sigh from hers.

“M’sorry, babe… couldn’t wait anymore.”

Her freckled forearm was now covered in raised, pinkish scratches, both from you pulling her closer, and pushing away in overstimulation.

“Ellie… I’m gonna-“ You try to speak, but your voice fails you, coming out in a series of small little wines.

She comes down, her trembling arms barely able to hold herself up, but still continues the wave-like motions of her hips- in and out, gently rolling like a tide against the sea shelled bottom.

She kissed your cheek, a tinge of saltwater on her tongue as her lips lazily rested against your temple,

“I know, baby, me too. Together, yeah?”

She straightens herself, one of her hands pushing on the inside of your knee, ensuring full contact. And it seems so obvious in times like this that you’d always forgive her so easily- kaleidoscopic eyes peeking through dark lashes, her hip bones protruding behind alabaster skin, and the hypnotizing manner of her muscles under strain.

Ellie’s jaw clenched, digging a little harder, and rutting a little faster as her climax approaches, both greedy for her own release, but also sympathetic towards yours.

Almost ritualistic in nature, she repeated your name, and you with hers, your bodies practically conjoined as she collapses on top of you.

Once the air returned back to her lungs, she rolls off, and is opening her arms for you to take position.

And, of course, you do, nuzzling in beside her, and her hand is in your hair, stroking gently at the stands.

This is how your morning came and went, wrapped around your girlfriend, and limbs intertwined, softly snoring away the daylight, and Ellie’s heartbeat being your melodic departure.

i’m so bad at endings I’m sorry but none the less, I hope you enjoyed 🩷

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butterflyknifegirl · 2 days

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ᖭ༏ᖫ Knives and Pens ᖭ༏ᖫ

Ellie x Female Reader

MDI 18+

Word count: 5836 (14 pages)

A.N: This is my first fic. Takes place within the TLOU2 universe, with some slight changes.

Any songs used in this story were released prior to Breakout Day; September 26th, 2013.

Warnings for this episode: angst, cursing, violence, gore, nudity, lesbian sexualism/erotica, mentions of murder, pregnancy trauma.

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Character Summary:

Name: Aria Rose

You have been trained at a very young age to be a doctor at the Buffalo QZ in New York, following your mother's footsteps. At 16, your mother passed away and it encouraged you to escape into Canada and head West. You stayed in a settlement called 'Orion' in Alberta, Canada where you grew into a proficient neonatal surgeon. Even though you mainly focused on mothers-to-be and infants, you were also well versed in neuro as that was your mother’s specialty.

At 20, you were tasked with a mission to deliver a pregnant 18 year old across the border to a settlement in Jackson, Wyoming where her remaining family stayed. It was discussed between the two settlements that you would also come to Jackson and teach new doctors as you have done in the Orion settlement in Alberta.

When you reach the border of Wyoming located on the map, we will have three of our own to escort you the rest of the way. -Maria

Episode 1: Entering Wyoming

You and a small group from Alberta have made it down through Montana. This is where things get tricky; you were 10 miles away from the border and had to bring Hannah, the pregnant 18 year old, there alone for the rest of the way.

"This is where we leave you," one of the men said while taking out some extra ammo and handing it to you, "When you reach the border they will inspect you for infection. Good luck out there."

You nod at the men and thank them. Hannah, who is wearing an oversized black T-shirt looks over at you with doe eyes and she grips her pistol with two hands. She's 8 months pregnant and it shows. This whole trip has been on foot and you know how tired she must be.

Hannah watches the three men walk back and you slide your beige backpack off. "Here eat this for energy," you say and hand her your last granola square that you made for the trip. "If we keep a steady pace we can be there in about 2 and-a-half to 3 hours." You smile at her encouragingly. She sheepishly smiles back.

The sun was still high in the sky. There were about 5 encounters with infected thus far and you had handled it with the team, but now it was just the two of you. Two hours had gone by walking through a forest. You take Hannah's hand to help guide her through the bushes and over large tree roots. That's when you heard it.

You and Hannah froze. Was it a click? The sound started then stopped. No. "Get down and watch your back, there's a Stalker.."

When there’s one, there’s usually more when it comes to Stalkers. Your pistol was ready and you scanned the area for any movement. You two continued to walk forward slowly. You grabbed a good sized rock and threw it at a tree where it broke on impact.

It was early spring, but the green vegetation was high enough to cover the three crawling Stalkers going towards the tree. They haven't spotted you or Hannah in the tall ferns and bushes. You both aimed and took out two. The third one screamed and ran behind the tree. You stayed low, crouching and going towards it. Then an unexpected scream came from behind. Two more Stalkers running towards you and Hannah. You two shot and killed one. The other was still coming in fast and the other emerged from out of the tree. "Fuck Hannah run!"

She sprinted ahead of you. You needed to create more space between you and them to attack. Then you saw a clearing of tall grass. You two emerged out of the forest and ducked into the field. "Stay behind me." you looked over at Hannah who was out of breath and on her knees. You looked back at the forest and got your pistol ready and flung open your knife.

One Stalker emerged screaming as it dove towards you. You shot it in the fucking head and it dies mid air. The second emerges and you miss, shooting it in the shoulder. It grabs you and before you can stab it, a distant shot goes right through its head and it falls to the ground.

"That.. wasn't me.." Hannah says through breaths. You turn around and see three figures at the end of the field.

The grass almost reaches your waist when you stand. The sun is lower and the sky starts to become orange. You take Hannah's arm and put it around your shoulder. You sigh in relief, "We made it."

You walk to the end of the field while carrying Hannah. The three figures turn out to be two grown men and a girl around your age.

"Stalkers huh?" the brunette man says with a southern twang.

You start to move Hannah's arm off your shoulder so she can rest on the ground. "Yeah." You aren't much for words with strangers, especially after the adventure you just endured.

"Last one was a sonofabitch, I saw you going for your knife but I figured I give ya a friendly hello." The other man says, also with a southern accent. He's holding a sniper. "Sorry about all the blood on you though."

You looked down and didn't realize the amount of blood that was on your gray tank and arms. It was splattered on your face too. "Well this is the friendliest hello I've ever gotten."

"Heh- Well I'm Tommy and this is my brother Joel and this," looking towards the dark auburn haired girl, "is Ellie."

You looked over at Ellie, she wore her short hair half up and was wearing a black T-shirt. A strand of hair framed her face. She was unexpectedly pretty. Your eyes tried to scan her face from a distance. She must have been either in as much awe of you as you were of her, or terrified of the amount of blood on your face, because she only managed to blink at you.

As a doctor, and a young one at that, your personal life suffered. You kept friends to a minimum and mainly interacted with colleagues. You managed to have blips of relationships with women back in Alberta- nothing that stuck. The only real relationship you have ever had was when you were 16. You escaped the Buffalo QZ with your best friend, Emily. Your mother had died under mysterious circumstances due to her affiliations with the Fireflies, but before her passing, she had given you hope. A light that flew around you in the dark and illuminated a path to head west. During your journey across Canada, your relationship with Emily became romantic. For 2 short, passionate months, it was bliss. It all ended when she saved you from a hoard. She was bit and still fought off the infected. After a final goodbye, you gave her the ultimate act of mercy and shot her in the head. Your light went out. That is how you made it to Alberta; a shell of your former self. You dove into your studies and teaching and helping the settlement. Distancing yourself from others made you a stronger doctor, but in reality you couldn't become the unshakable stone that you wanted to be, you were just good at hiding the hurt. Now 20 years old, a successful doctor, and traveling back to the states, the flicker of hope was coming back. Hannah was one of those few friends that knew of your sexuality and the only one you told about Emily. Hannah was an open bisexual and had many relationships. She was your opposite and often encouraged you to keep looking for "amour"(love).

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you snapped back into reality. "I'm Dr. Aria Rose and this is Hannah Moore, she needs food and rest," You directed your attention back to Hannah, your patient- your friend- the only person who you should be concerned for.

"The sun is going down, we'll check if you're clean, then we can make our way back to camp. We'll reach Jackson tomorrow by noon," Joel says.

You help Hannah up to her feet and she continues to hold your hand as Joel comes over to her. She eyes him with scared, blue doe eyes and stiffens up a bit. Joel notices and pauses.

"Ça va aller," (It’ll be okay) you say to her softly and squeeze her hand. You brushed up on some French while being in Alberta. Hannah was a native to Quebec and spoke French fluently, she also needed a lot of encouragement. She looks back at you for reassurance and lets go of your hand to let Joel inspect her.

Joel looks back at Ellie and nods her over to inspect you. You remove your backpack and feel the fatigue in your shoulders. You roll back your shoulders and watch Ellie come over to you, her eyes already inspecting you. You suddenly felt small under her gaze as her eyes traveled down your jeans to your black combat boots with red laces. You held your head low to let the few wispy hairs fall over your splattered face. A failed attempt to hide.

She stood next to you and there was a tattoo on her right arm. Your chest rose as you took a breath of... anticipation? She stood at your right and your eyes flashed up to examine her face; her green, almost hazel eyes were looking down at your body. You were like a cat; curious, unexpecting agile, in your movements and in your thoughts. You were captivated by her. You wanted to hide your interest but like a cat, you couldn't hold in your purring.

Her eyes traced up to your face and was surprised when she caught you staring. Freckles danced across her face, a split eyebrow, pouty lips- dry. Your eyes lingered on her lips, then back up to her wide green eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Her eyebrows unconsciously twitched in response to your quiet acknowledgement of her. Her eyelids descended and she was now examining- no searching your face for... something?

"She's clean," Joel concludes after walking around Hannah. Ellie snaps back and scratches her left ear with her tattooed arm. A fern and a moth. She walks around you in the same fashion. Your brunette hair was in a low ponytail. Your locks cascaded down to the small of your back.

"Clean." Her voice was low, velvety.

"Good let's head to camp and don't worry Hannah, we have horses," Joel smiles politely. Hannah grins in relief and takes your arm. She was younger than you and hung onto you like a child, but she knew how to fight and you admired that. You hated to admit it but your motherly instincts were kicking in for her, especially after everything she's been through. You convinced yourself that your protective nature will keep her alive.

Tommy leads the three horses out to the field. Hannah is ecstatic and leads you to the horses. You feel eyes on your back. Your body felt like it was shaking at a molecular level, luckily nothing that can be seen from the naked eye. "I'll lead, Hannah, you'll ride with Joel, Aria, you'll be with Ellie."

You turn to walk over to Ellie who is already petting a brown horse, "Hey Shimmer," she gets on her saddle and extends out a hand to you. You look up and give her smile, taking her hand. She flexes her arm to keep you stable as you get on. You reached past her backpack and held on to her waist. She straightened herself up in response and took hold of the rein. You could smell a small scent of pine coming from her. You did a terrible job of hiding your attraction earlier, which was incredibly reckless on your part, but it was as if you couldn't hold yourself back. Did she pick up on that? Now you were just breathing in her scent like it was a fine delicacy that you had to savor.

Joel leads his horse to turn around and look back at Ellie. "All set?" Ellie nods. Hannah took this opportunity to look Ellie up and down, making it very obvious she was checking her out. Hannah looks back at you encouragingly with a sly smile, "Elle est jolie," (She is pretty).

"Ça suffit!" (That’s enough!) you quickly meow out her, hiding your embarrassment. Hannah responds by laughing.

"Am I going to have to learn French to figure out what you two are saying?" Joel teases.

"Half of what she says is nonsense anyways, I wouldn't say it's worth it," you chimed back. Ellie chuckles at this.

"But you love it," Hannah had a bad tendency of openly flirting with you for fun, as friends do.

"Hm sounds like someone I know," Joel looks over at Ellie.

"Okay easy there old man," She rolls her eyes and smiles.

Joel holds his palms open in defense, "I'm just sayin'."

"Alright, let's go down this way," Tommy leads the way.

The horses were moving and you grip Ellie's waist a little tighter.

"Uh you okay back there?" Ellie turns her head to ask.

"Y-yeah, I've just never been on a horse before. It's kind-a-cool," very smooth.

"You don't have horses in Canada?"

"Limited amount and they're reserved for certain people or missions," You bit your lip in discouragement.

"Well in Jackson there's plenty of horses, and you'll probably be given your own considering you're a doctor," your hands relax from their grip and you smile. "I can show you some pointers on Shimmer when we get to Jackson, she's pretty tame and takes to strangers easily.. if you want."

"Oh, yeah I would like that," you say quietly. You curse yourself in your head for blushing. You look up at the lavender mountains in the distance.

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Song: Bloom - Artist: The Paper Kites - Released: 2011

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A small neighborhood was now coming into view. There were large pot holes in the street and Ellie held her arm out to be a buffer for you as she maneuvered through.

"Small jump ahead," Tommy calls out.

"Hold on tight," Ellie grips the rein again with both hands.

"Okay," you wrap your arms tighter around her waist. Her stomach was toned and moved with every sway and jolt from Shimmer.

Tommy jumped over the break in the road followed by Joel and Hannah. Looked easy enough.

"Here goes," Ellie has a running start and Shimmer jumps. You go slightly airborne and you hang on tighter. Ellie instinctively takes an arm to hold onto yours that are clasped around her. Shimmer lands successfully and your bottom bounces back on her.

"Ah, my ass," you complain. Ellie laughs a bit. "Well I'm happy one of us is laughing, but I'm not trained in antigravity" you say smugly.

"Oh yeah? So no trips to the moon any time soon?"

She was joking with you and you were always up for a good cheesy joke. You consider what she said for a moment. "I'd take a one-way ticket there if I could.. It’s a good place for an introverted outcast like myself. You can say.. I'm kinda out of this world," you can't see it but you feel her grin at this.

Ellie's interest peaked. Even though you weren't sure in what way.

Her arm was still on yours, "An Outcast huh? Are you an alien or something?" she attempts to look back at you again with a raised eyebrow.

"It can feel that way," you responded in a lower tone. Ellie paused her line of questioning. Without you knowing, she slipped into her own mind where she stood on the cold, gray moon, watching the earth turn. She understood exactly what you meant.

You guys finally made it to the camp. Ellie had held your hand to help you off Shimmer. It was rough; calluses. "Thanks," you said, suddenly feeling shy. Despite this, you still push yourself to look up at her. She gives you a charming side smile and a nod.

The camp was a house that was set up with running water and electricity, unlike the surrounding houses. Food and medical supplies were stashed inside in a safe. There were four bedrooms, each with fresh linens and portable heaters. The horses were placed in the garage.

It was dusk and the air had a chill. You wasted no time in hoping in the shower after checking on Hannah and getting her settled with a bowl of soup in the kitchen. The water was lukewarm and you watched the blood wash off and go down the drain.

"When you're lost in the darkness, look for the light."

"Mom.." You think back to your mother sitting at the kitchen table reading over smuggled letters from other Fireflies. You replay that night in your head like a video cassette tape trying to find the missing details. "What am I missing?" you whisper to yourself.

The water starts to run clear. You stare down for a while and let your mind go blank.

You focus on the water hitting your chest and gliding down your torso. You imagine it to be more than what it was, and like that, your arousal starts. Your hands start to trace your neck, then down to cup your breast.

"Like this baby?" you hear a faint echo of Emily’s voice whispering in your ear. You start to massage your breast.

"You okay back there?" Suddenly, Ellie's voice projected louder in your head, repeating what she had said earlier. Her voice was embellished though, drawled out and huskier. "Oh yeah?...." You bit your lip, grabbing hold of your nipples, and started to sway your hips back and forth.

After about 30 seconds of doing this you caught yourself. 'What the fuck am I doing?' you shake off the arousal the best you could before shutting the water off. You couldn't afford to get sloppy, you needed to be the doctor your mother needed you to be. Ellie was new, beautiful, but the high will pass.

Your beige backpack was stiff on the tiled floor, filled with a few pieces of clothes, weapons, ammo, and mostly personal belongings. Not the smartest thing to do usually, but you were moving and would probably not be back to Alberta in a couple years, or if ever. Luckily, Hannah was fine with filling her backpack with emergency medical supplies. Your backpack was adorned with a medic cross patch and a small wooden buffalo keychain hanging off the small front pocket.

You put on a new set of jeans with a black long sleeve and tied up for red laces. Your hair was down and damp, hovering over the small of your back. You were considering cutting it when you got to Jackson. You grabbed your bag and exited the bathroom.

"Hey uh, Doctor Rose, we have some soup here for you," Tommy calls from the living room. You walk down the hall to see him sitting on the couch setting up a blanket. Joel comes in from the front porch, holding a mug and bringing it to the kitchen.

"Aria, you can call me Aria."

"Aria," Tommy nods with a smile, "well Hannah’s upstairs, there's a room across from her's, figured you'd wanna stay close by," he reclines.

"Thank you," you rub your arms from the cool breeze coming from the open front door. You walk into the kitchen and start to nibble at the chunky vegetables in the soup on the table.

Joel washes his mug and puts it on the drying rack before turning around. "You're pretty young for a doctor," he starts, making his way to lean on the counter almost across from you, "How old are you? If you don't mind me askin'."

You hear Tommy scoff at this. "You're not supposed to ask a lady her age! Not very gentleman-like," he teases.

You couldn't help but smile at the brotherly bickering. Joel looks sore sorry for asking and scratches his head. "I just turned 20, and yes I am the youngest neonatologist and surgeon that I know, everyone else in my field is at least 8 years my senior."

You were sitting at the table by a window, a thick curtain was drawn, but you could still feel a draft. You used the tip of your fingers to open the curtain slightly and peek out the window. A chunk of glass was broken off and you were looking at the back of a half up bun and Ellie's left ear. She was sitting out on the porch with a lamp. You gasped and closed the curtain. You were certain that this fine lady might be eavesdropping in on you. Thank the Lord the kitchen was dimly lit otherwise Joel would have seen the very obvious blush running across your face.

"How does someone as young as you become a surgeon?" You look back to Joel. He had this way about him that you picked up on. He had rough hands, a sad eye, and a stern voice, but when he spoke, his demeanor would shift, he became softer.

"My mother was a surgeon, so I was trained at a young age."

"Was that in Orion?"

"No, Buffalo."

"Up in New York? So you're American?"

"Yeah, are you familiar with the Buffalo QZ?"

Joel scratches his beard at this, "Yeah you can say that."

Ellie watches Joel go inside after his cup of coffee. She takes her journal from her backpack and starts to scribble away in her journal on the porch bench. She sat with legs criss-crossed and close to the kerosine lamp.

One way ticket to the moon,No one's home,Where do you go?When you're all alone.

She wipes her left hand on her thigh and rests her head on her other hand on the arm rest. She stares at the page. She flashes back to earlier in the day; Brown eyes looking up at her lips, her face, half lidded, feral.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, "..Fuck."

She slams her journal closed, she knew once she starts getting lost in thought, it would be hard to calm back down. The truth was, you peaked her interest in more ways than one, and it was something she thought she wouldn’t be able to handle, again. Not after the rejection she received from her first and only crush since arriving in Jackson.

She looks out into the darkness, her brows furrowed, eyes dark. Her chest rose with every deep breath she took to calm herself.

“Hey uh, Doctor Rose, we have some soup here for you," Tommy calls out from inside. Ellie listens through the broken window as Joel starts talking to you. She finds out that you're a year older than her and some kind of prodigy. She thinks it sounds lonely.

"It can feel that way." She remembers what you said earlier.

"Yeah, are you familiar with the Buffalo QZ?" you ask.

"Yeah you can say that," Joel responds.

Ellie starts to get annoyed at Joel for asking so many damn questions, but thinks she got away with learning more about you.

She stuffs her journal in her backpack, gets up, and takes the lamp to go inside.

You hear the front door close. Ellie walks in the kitchen and places the lamp on the kitchen island and shoots a look at Joel.

"Yeah okay I'm goin' bed," he concludes walking off to the stairwell, "Good night."

You smile at him before he leaves the kitchen. Tommy is already snoring.

“G’night,” she says dryly.

She stands at the kitchen island not facing you, waiting for something. You start to nibble back at your soup watching her.

Then footsteps. She waited until Joel was going upstairs before turning around and scratching her neck. Out of all the jokes today, you found this to be the funniest thing.

"So," you start to nibble on a piece of carrot, "is he your dad?"

"Joel? No," she walks to the table and takes the seat to your side facing the covered window.

"But he's like a father to you," you side eye her.

"Yeah you can say that," she tilts her head and looks up at you, smirking. "We both came from Boston QZ a couple years ago."

"What made you guys leave?"

"Uh.. hunger mostly, there was a lot of corruption, people getting killed everyday, asshole teachers... but Tommy was already out here with Maria, they’re married, so Joel and I left," Ellie fiddled with her fingers on her lap then smiled back up to you. She was a bit nervous.

"Sounds similar to Buffalo," you got up to clean your bowl, "my mother was a surgeon so we were high up on the food chain, didn't need to worry too much about starving.. until we had to."

Ellie got up and sat on the counter next to you while you washed your bowl. "What happened?"

You had a dry swallow, "My mother was killed," you turned the water off and patted your hands dry.

"I'm sorry," she regretted asking.

"It's okay, she died for what she believed in.." You stood there by the sink, "that's when my best friend and I escaped into Canada, I was 16."

"Hannah?" Ellie had a concerned look on her face as she tried to figure you out.

"No, uh, her name was Emily," your voice had turned into a whisper. You bit down on your lip and regretted even saying her name. For the first time today, you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. You couldn't even cry for your dead girlfriend.

Ellie hops off the counter, "Hey I uh, I'm sorry for prying," she's playing with her fingers again.

You smiled and shook your head, "It's okay hun, I'm stronger than you think." You finally looked up and she seemed a bit frozen. Even in the dimly lit kitchen, her eyes looked like they were sparkling, again you couldn't tell if in awe or concern.

You grabbed her bicep tenderly and couldn't help yourself from laughing, "Seriously, I'm fine," you reassured. Ellie gave a shaky breath and smiled back. You made her nervous and this was enough confirmation for you that it was both.

Ellie continued to smile but looked away to the kitchen table, "We should probably go to bed," and then looked back down at you.

"Yea okay," you said tenderly before smiling and walking away.

Ellie stood there for a moment watching you head over to the table. She bit her lip, “Damn.” she whispers.

As you go to reach for your bag, you hear Hannah scream in horror, “Oh my gawd, Aria!”

“Hannah!” you respond, running up stairs.

You swing open her door. She was in the bed in shock and crying. “I-I-I don’t know what happened!” You walk over and lift the blanket. Everyone runs in the room.

Joel grips a pistol, “What’s goin’ on?”

You see the amount of blood coming out of Hannah; she was bleeding through her pants. “When did you fall?” you assume sternly still scanning her.

“What? I don’t know, um earlier… Before we left our troop, there were runners and I was pushed out of the way,” Hannah says defeatedly, “I just started feeling contractions right now and I thought my water broke but-” Hannah lifts her hands to show them covered in blood.

“Shit,” Tommy whispers.

“Your placenta detached. It’s causing the bleeding. I need to perform a C-section.” you say removing the bloodied blankets. “I need rags and a bucket of warm water,” you say looking at Joel. He puts the pistol away and runs out the room. “Tommy, a blanket for when the baby is out,” he runs out. You turn to look at Ellie who is already looking at you, “ I need your help to hold Hannah as I inject the epidural. After that, I need you three to stay out of the room, I’ll call you if I need anything else.” Ellie nods.

“No! it’s too soon Aria, it’s a few weeks early, I can’t do this!” Hannah takes hold of your arm and pleads with you.

You lean down to her level, “I have to do this, the detached placenta can not only kill your baby, but you as well. Let me do this and save you both,” Hannah looks up at Ellie, then back at you with doe eyes. “You’ve done all the work until this point Hannah, let me take care of the rest.”

Once Joel and Tommy dropped off the supplies and left the room, you laid Hannah down. You and Ellie placed a fresh blanket covering her. Hannah removed her top and bloodied bottoms which you tossed in a corner. “Okay lay on your side facing Ellie.” Hannah’s full figure went on its side, still covered in the white sheet. You open Hannah’s bag and retrieve a very large needle. “I’m going to inject the epidural, Ellie hold her steady by the shoulder,” Hannah was familiar with some of the procedures you did frequently when delivering babies, but she was still Hannah; young and pure of heart, sheltered by the settlement she grew up in.

Ellie holds Hannah in place. Hannah was nervous and her eyes brimmed with water as she looked up at Ellie, “‘Jolie,’ do you know what that means?” Ellie watches your hands mark where the epidural is to enter the spine. You’re wearing black gloves and using alcohol to clean the area.

“No, is it French?” she looks down at Hannah, her voice is almost a whisper.

Hannah gives an airy laugh, “Yes it’s French- it means pretty.” You pierce the needle through the skin and Hannah gasps.

“Oh yeah, I remember you saying it earlier on the horses. Were you making fun of Aria about the blood all over her face?” Ellie chuckles at this to help lighten the mood.

“Heh no, the truth is I’m good at reading Aria’s mind.. but then she told me to shut up,” she raises her eyebrows insinuatingly. Ellie smirks at her. You remove the needle and Ellie helps lay Hannah on her back.

“Thank you Ellie, I’ll call if I need anything else,” you say and turn to set up your tray for surgery.

“Okay I’ll be across the hall if you need anything.. Aria,” you hear Ellie leave the room.

You sigh, “You don’t have to do that you know.”

“I know, but she likes you I can tell, plus I have a pretty good gay-dar, aaand I talk when I'm nervous,” Hannah is still fighting off tears.

“I know, and you’re lucky you’re getting surgery otherwise I would have hog tied you and stuck a sock in your mouth,”

“Hah, so violent, but effective.”

Ellie waited in the room across the hall. She laid in the full size bed sprawled out. She already decided to stay up until you were done and told Joel and Tommy to get some rest. She didn’t feel tired and opted for journaling. She sat with her back against the headboard and got her journal back open. The moon was bright tonight and shined down on the bed. Ellie smiles to herself and starts to write:

French 101: Jolie = Pretty

“What are you doing kiddo,” Joel stands in the doorway.

“Nothin’, I thought you were going to sleep,” she closes the journal.

Joel walks over to look out the window where the moon light was bright. “I don’t know much about doing a surgery, but I know the risks are always high, especially in a place like this. This ain’t no hospital..”

Ellie watches him and touches her tattoo on instinct, feeling the uneven scarred skin underneath. She has tolerated him so far for the sake of the mission, but she still considered their relationship to be over. It was almost two years since she learned the truth about that night and the Fireflies. She had almost no contact with him for the first year, and now, she has just tolerated him when she had to. It was hard to completely ignore him, and at times she has glimpses of who they used to be.. But Ellie had succumbed to the final notion that she was completely, and utterly, useless. Her life meant something when she was on the operating table at Saint Mary’s Hospital.. then- nothing.. and she had no way of choosing herself when Joel shot his way through the Firefly hospital and killed the only possible people that could have ended the infection and saved the world. All this and then to be fed lies. She watched the earth spin slowly as she stood on the moon, watching it turn and crumble.

“I’m going to sleep,” Ellie was irritated and just needed him out of the room. Joel turns to look at her but she looks dead pan at the end of the bed just waiting for him to leave. Joel again gets the hint that he has invaded her space.

“Alright, goodnight,” he walks out.

20 minutes go by… 30… 40… She waits…

Then finally a call from the other room, and like a prayer, she is ready to answer your call, to be recognized, to be needed.

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Song: Dare You to Move - Artist: Switchfoot - Released: 2009

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Ellie hops out of the bed and opens the door- the sound of the soft cries of an infant baby is suddenly heard. There is a portable curtain rod holding up a teal medical curtain concealing Hannah. “Give me one second, baby is meeting her mommy,” you say from the otherside.

Hannah is crying as she has skin-to-skin, “Hello Sophie Aria Dubois.”

You walk out from behind the curtain holding a small newborn wrapped up in an equally small cloth. You’re wearing a mask but Ellie can see your eyes smiling as you hand her over Sophie. “Keep her warm and watch her breathing, let me know if there’s anything wrong, I’m going to close Hannah.”

“Woah,” Ellie was kind of amazed and looked back at the baby and back to you, “You did say that you were out of this world.”

END OF EPISODE 1