The Leader

Chapter 6

Things got heated, quick. Shirts and bras hit the floor, laughs and smiles were shared, and many hot, wet kisses were exchanged.
Abby found herself showering Y/n in compliments and kisses, Y/n shying away and her face turning pink.
Then a knock rattled the door, "Comma- fuck. Abby! We have an issue with the Rattlers!" It sounded like the soldier she had interrogated earlier with his pistol.
Abby's lips left Y/n's neck, her hands falling from her breasts.
"I'm sorry." Abby mumbled into the crook of her neck.
"Don't be, go answer that." Y/n caressed Abby's braids, pulling her from her and placing one last kiss on her bruised lips.
Abby slipped her shirt back on, seeing as she was the one still in her bra, and waited until Y/n was dressed to open the door.
The soldier stood attentively, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.
"What's going on?" wondered Abby, clearly irritated.
"A few soldiers were out on patrol and-"
"What?!" Abby quickly grew furious.
"Uhm.." The soldier's face was beet red, trembling in his boots.
"Cant you fucking people listen! You're only fucking order was to find that document and you couldn't even do that!" She was tempted to reach out and strangle him, but he clearly wasn't the issue. Don't kill the messenger.
Abby pinched her bridge and squeezed her eyes shut, "What's going on?"
He swallowed hard, his shoulders relaxing, "Three of our men were captured, and only two made it back alive."
Abby groaned loudly, "How many left?"
"Twenty."
"TWENTY!?" Her voice rattled the room.
"Uhm...yes." He nearly wet his pants.
"How many soldiers are there?"
"Two hundred, well less than that now."
Y/n had found herself back at Abby's side, wearing an intimidating expression, "Gather everyone from the base into the cafeteria."
The soldier's eyes flashed from Abby to Y/n, unsure who to take orders from, "Go!" Y/n demanded, watching as the soldier scampered off, closing the door.
"I told you I can't do this." Abby rested her hands on her hips.
"You're fine. Let's go." Y/n patted Abby's arm and left the room.
Before the cafeteria, the duo stopped by their apartment and each grabbed a hand gun, just in case things got out of hand. Other members had begun to make their way to the cafeteria, Y/n and Abby parting their traffic like the Red Sea. Y/n quickly slipped into their apartment, grabbing her revolver and Abby's pistol, double checking they were loaded.
Down in the cafeteria, the general public separated themselves from the soldiers, nonetheless the room was full. Y/n and Abby stood on a table before them.
"According to a message we've just received, we've suffered a few casualties, missing soldiers, and many deaths. Not another person is to leave this base unless I specifically say otherwise. The top priority is to find our documents. Tomorrow morning there will be a sweep of all the apartments and living quarters. If you are found in possession of those documents, you will be handed over to the Rattlers." Y/n had found herself back in her natural habitat, feeling as if she were in Dallas.
Unfortunately, this wasn't Dallas, and a lot of the orders and the threats she gave out didn't have meaning to her, but she knew the affect they would have on the people before her.
"I want all soldiers in my office tomorrow morning after the sweep." Abby added, looking over to Y/n for any final comments.
The duo climbed down from the table and let the Fireflies disperse and return to their jobs and living quarters.
Back in their apartment, they found themselves back in the shower, Abby still having to help Y/n since her stitches still had a long way to go before they healed.
On the vanity sat Abby's prescription next to Y/n's antibiotics.
"I guess they bring your medicine into your room for you." Y/n caught sight of Abby eyeing it down, her face scrunched with anger.
"They're fucking nuts. I'm not taking this." Despite her protest, she didn't pick it up from her spot, instead, ignoring it and stepping from the bathroom to dress herself.
Again, Y/n braided Abby's hair, this time in just the one French braid. Abby held her bandages to go over her eye and around her head in her hand, waiting for Y/n to take them and finish her job.
But she didn't.
Instead, she lowered Abby's hand into her lap, her hands on her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Abby wondered, not turning her head to look at Y/n.
"Why do you wear them to sleep?" Y/n's voice was soft as she massaged Abby's tight shoulders.
"Because.."
There was a brief moment of silence between them, Y/n continuing to work her fingers.
"You don't wear them in the shower."
Abby seemed more serious than her, "Yeah, because I have to wash my hair."
Y/n giggled, "So why don't you leave them off to sleep too?"
Abby closed her eye and dropped her head.
Ellie's red face was before her, held to the wall by Abby's hand. Then she felt it all over again. The pain of Ellie's nails digging into her eye and tearing it from its place.
Abby straightened her back and sharply inhaled, realizing she had been holding her breath.
"What's wrong?" Y/n quickly scooted to be in front of Abby, her hand finding the freckled skin of Abby's cheek.
Her breathing still a bit erratic, Abby turned her head so the empty space was facing away from Y/n, holding back tears.
It hit Y/n. She couldn't imagine the kind of thoughts that flowed through Abby's mind when she realized she couldn't see like the rest of those around her. She had something to hide, something to cover up and pretend like nothing was wrong.
"I'm sorry. That was selfish of me to ask." Y/n found herself behind Abby again, wrapping up her eye.