The Leader

Chapter 1

The Fireflies found them in each other's arms, smiling and sharing a few kisses. The abrupt entrance startled them, causing Abby to step forward and hold out her weapon, but once she spotted the emblem on their vests, she nearly cried.
The memory of her father lying dead on the floor came flooding back, and it took all of her strength not to let the tears spill over. She thought she had put that to rest. She thought she had come to terms with her father's death.
Y/n peaked out from behind Abby and smiled.
"Are you Y/n from the Dallas outpost?" The soldier's voice boomed, his weapon pointed dead ahead of him.
"Yes! Yes, don't shoot!" Y/n leaned her crutches against the table and put her hands up with Abby.
The soldiers lowered their weapons and approached the women, assessing their wounds.
"Are you Abigail Anderson from the Salt Lake outpost?"
That ache in her heart intensified, "Yeah.."
"Aren't you wanted by the WLF?"
Was she to answer this question? Could this get them killed? It would be devastating if they had made it this far, just to be turned away because of Abby's past.
"Yes."
Y/n's head shot in Abby's direction.
"Get them back to the base." A soldier demanded.
They didn't seem to be arresting them, or trying to restrain them, so this must be a good sign.
Y/n's eyes didn't leave Abby as they exited the house and climbed into the back of the truck. Abby refused to make eye contact. She had mentioned that finding the Fireflies was an escape plan, but never explained why.
She could feel Y/n staring swords into her, not knowing if she should address the situation now or not.
The base resembled much of the WLF's, having large gates and an abundance of vehicles and ammunition. As the truck passed through the base, many members strained their neck to try and get a look at Abby, seeing if the rumor was true.
As soon as the truck stopped, a few nurses and doctors reached up and helped Y/n out of the truck, her eyes not leaving Abby.
The women were walked into a treatment building, being sat down on the beds and examined and questioned to be put on file.
"You said your eye was gouged out?" A doctor asked, surprised.
"Yeah." Abby croaked out, her head hanging low.
So far things looked like they were in the clear, and they'd soon become apart of their original group, but the conversation Abby would have to have with Y/n later was overpowering all of her positive emotions.
"She did your procedure?" A nurse questioned Y/n, starting to take off her cast.
"Yeah, it should be fine." Y/n worriedly watched the nurse remove the layers.
Once the cast was removed, a few gnarly sets of stitches were revealed, causing Y/n to look away with disgust. 
After the assessments and examinations, the doctors decided that the women just needed to be thoroughly hydrated and their sunburns be treated, antibiotics would be taken to ensure no infection would take over Y/n's stitches.
As the duo was escorted to their living quarters, many heads began to turn, some whispering to those near by.
Y/n looked over to Abby, her head still hung low, watching her boots.
"Are you going to talk to me?" Y/n whispered to Abby, feeling uneasy at all the sets of eyes on her.
"Later." Abby mumbled, now observing her environment.
The soldiers opened a set of double doors that opened into a massive room. Inside were two beautifully made beds and a small bathroom that was connected to the room. The wall behind the beds faced the outside world, made of floor to ceiling windows. A dresser with a TV on top of it sat a distance from the beds, night stands next to each.
Abby confusingly looked at the soldiers, "Are you sure this is ours?"
"Yes. Dinner is at six. Your only orders are to get rest." The soldier smiled, encouraging the pair to enjoy their new living space.
The door was closed behind them,  and Y/n and Abby exchanged a glance of confusion.
"This has to be a mix up." Y/n laughed, setting down her bag near a bed and unpacking her items.
"I'm going to get a shower." Abby informed, walking straight into the bathroom.
The bathroom was beautiful. The shower was huge and the vanity was long and shiny. This had to be some sort of dream.
Then it dawned on them. This was California. In the old world, California was known for its lavish lifestyle.
Even if the Fireflies had messed up their living situation, Abby would be taking advantage of this gorgeous shower to scrub herself clean.
Before she began to undress, a knock came at the door, and Abby sighed. Her first assumption was they were being moved to something more reasonable.
When Abby opened the door, Y/n stood before her, seemingly a bit shy.
"Is everything okay?"
Y/n bit her lip to suppress a nervous giggle. Would this be weird to ask?
"This is going to sound odd.." Abby's eyebrow quirked, "but...did you want to shower together?"
Abby was more surprised that she wasn't being asked about her association with the WLF, but she assumed that Y/n respected her choice not to share. She'd find out about it sooner then later.
Abby thought for a moment and looked Y/n up and down, "I guess."
It wasn't such a weird question considering they had been traveling together on foot and had bathed in rivers, but they always took turns keeping watch, Abby making sure not to really eye Y/n too much.
Y/n attempted to hide a smile as she entered, feeling as giddy as she did when they shared their first kiss.
Abby turned on the water and gawked at how clean and amazing the water pressure was. How did they ever manage to do this?
"I think you're going to have to help me out anyways since my stitches can't get wet."
Y/n looked at the bandages on her wrist and frowned.
"We'll figure it out." Abby reassured, reaching out to her and placing a kiss on her temple.
Abby and Y/n finally felt a sense of relief and safety for the first time in months, the warm shower water ran over their backs and the feeling of Abby massaging Y/n's scalp as she shampooed it was nearly orgasmic.
After their long, hot shower, which they were sure they'd get hell about tomorrow, they dressed in a set of clean clothes, and found themselves snuggling in one of the beds together. Abby even requested her hair be braided by Y/n, who gladly gave her two gorgeous Dutch braids.
The women dozed off as a movie played on their TV, wrapped in each other's arms and sleeping off their travel.