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And now for something different…

A short Flinthamilton post-apocalyptic au, because there needs to be a fic for them in every genre of anything ever. 

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The cold damp air seemed to soak to his bones as James looked at the four dead vicious hounds at his feet, his laser pistol still warm.

He was in the marshlands and every direction he turned toward was more of the same under the green-gray, radiated sky, save for the crooked shell of a house he stood in front of. This would have to do for the night.

One more night to add to the many spent away from Thomas’s arms. The thought was no less agonizing than the previous night, or the night before that, or the night before that—stretching back to—when?—Two months ago when they’d become separated.

James stepped inside the burnt and hole spattered house. Cold water sloshed around his ankles. The ground slumped up against the back wall and out of the water. He took off his power armor and unrolled his mattress there.

He also took out the old wooden pencil and half-burnt magazine he’d found and began to write:

<em>It’s colder the further south I go. I’m cold all the time. All I can think about is how you’d keep me warm, Thomas. God, I feel your absence like a gaping wound, impossible to heal or ignore. When I see you again, I swear nothing on this earth will ever separate us again—”</em>

He stopped, unable to continue. He looked skyward and blinked until the tears dried out. Then he carefully put away the pencil and magazine and tried to sleep, clutching his laser pistol beside him.

Read Into the Breach Once More on ao3