The Blue Lives

10# Together again.

Bobby X FemReader.

Summary: You saved his life before, now it's George's turn to do the same.

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You pinch the rather rough fabric between your fingers. Even that small movement of your digits takes so much effort as if you have just awakened from a long slumber.

You attempt you squirm and get in a better position, your body heavily disagreeing with your decision. Every muscle feels sore and crying out whenever you try to move. You groan in discomfort, still trying to find a better position to lay in. 
Squinting your eyes open, the dim light in the farthest corner of the dark room blinds you for a moment, as your eyes adjust to the light, you can finally make out the shape of your surroundings. 
The place is musky, and most likely hasn't been used in a long time. The blur in your vision clears up and more shapes take form. 
The all too familiar shape of a tall brown-haired man sitting on the other side of the room, toying with a radio. He looks ready to take the machine apart to watch its inner workings. He's muttering something you can't quite hear at this distance. 

It takes you a while to find your voice and get his attention, and when your voice does comply finally make a sound with a meek "George?" The man in question flinches and almost drops the radio he has been holding upside down to inspect. 
His expression lifts in relief as he makes eye contact with you, setting down the radio he scrambles to get to you quickly, nearly falling out of the chair he has been sitting in. 
His unique antics make you smile, you missed him so dearly... It's hard to believe he's really here with you. 
As he comes closer, his face clears from the blur in your vision. Still those very same blueish-green eyes, chestnut brown hair and freckles sprinkled over his whole face. 

"Clever, am I not?" You greet in a hushed tone, referring to the letter you left behind for him to find and get to you. George seems to be deep in thought, looking for the right combination of words to say, it appears to be rather challenging. 
"you have more than repaid your part of the bargain." You continue, causing him to huff out a laugh, "I'm not thinking about that anymore." He replies, looking back at you. His hand lifting to place a stray strand of your hair behind your ear to see your face better. His hand slides down to gently hold your jaw, tilting your head to inspect the bruise under your eyes. 
"All your injuries should heal on their own. It just needs a few more days of rest." his eyebrows furrow as he focuses on your bruises.
While he is inspecting your wounds, you get a chance to look at him. One thing is out of place, there is a large red and purple bruise forming at his temple. Was he hit by something?

Slowly your hand raises to his face, and ever so gently caresses the purple spot. George winces upon contact, "got knocked by someone while trying to reach you." He explains, his own hand retreating from your face, rising up to take hold of yours. You haven't held hands with him before, have you? His skin feels rough and calloused from physical hard labour.
His thumb kneads the skin on the back of his hand, it feels electric. George is unsure if he is doing the right thing, but you're not pulling away or telling him to stop so it must be alright.
"I was... incredibly worried." He sighs, looking for stress adorning his features.  "But I'm more than glad to have you back." He says, his grimace shifting into a relieved grin. His smile warms you up inside, and you can really hold yourself back anymore.

You attempt to sit up, your body stinging at every movement you make. Once you sit up completely, you pull your hand out of George's hold to wrap both of your arms around his neck again, pulling him close to you.
Of course, he embraces you back, one hand around your back and the other going through your tangled hair, smoothing it out. He takes a deep breath and relaxes in your hold.
"I missed you." You mumble into the crook of his neck, your words make his hold on you tighten slightly.

~~A Few Days Later~~

The next few days while recovering from your minor injuries, George has told you everything about his little quest to find you. Some parts could be laughed about; such as the enemies dressed as dragons. And some parts were sad; like the way, George felt when he first entered the Garden distinct. In the end, George remembered the bomb shelter and took you there after finding you, and where you are right now. 

Other than recovering and catching up, there is a lingering question in your mind. Every time you watch George leave the shelter to scavenge for supplies and get back his uniform. You're left by yourself and your thoughts. And it has all spiralled right now, you've got chanced out of your house, captured by hooligans and got mildly injured. 
And what about George? Did he really give up his own status as a police officer to help you? Of course, you'll be forever grateful for that, it is only a little hard to comprehend. He, a bobby of all people, threw himself into the flames to help you. You were used to the Bobbies being ruthless to people like you; a downer... It's only raising more questions for you. 

And one question is the biggest of them all...

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"so, umm. What do we do now?" You ask suddenly, looking up from the bowl of warm stew. Sitting on the lower bunk together with George, enjoying a good meal. The best meal you can have in a place like this. 
George looks up from his own bowl, looking at you confused. That question seems to be hard to answer for him as well. He swallows his food to try and give a coherent answer to this reeling question. 
"I'm not sure to be painfully honest... I didn't think that far in my rescue mission." He manages to stammer out. He looks away into the furthest corner of the room. He knows that you and he can't stay in this shelter forever, nor in Wellington Wells for that matter...
"We could..." He begins, his brows furrowing as he thinks hard about a solution. "We could leave? As in, we escape out of Wellington Wells to the mainland. And... then we'll see what happens next?" He suggests, finally meeting your eyes again. The look in his blueish greens is hopeful, but the thought of leaving makes you nervous. You have tried to leave before, but getting a letter of transit is too difficult to get these days. The water around Wellington Wells has become toxic due to pollution, there is hardly a way out. 
"But then, how are we gonna get out?" You stammer out after a moment of painful silence between you and him. 

"Good question." He replies, in an almost humorous way, trying to lighten the tense mood. "The best thing I can think about right now is getting to the Parade; In the parade is the only bridge out of Wellington Wells. We can get there with some hassle and leave via the bridge." He explains, "I just realized I'm not that good at thinking ahead." He says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 
His comment causes a grin to form on your face. "Then we'd have to get to the bridge that separates Hamlyn from the Parade. It's not a bad idea George, it just needs some tweaking." You try and reassure, reaching over to pat his shoulder lightly. "I'd say, we disguise ourselves as prim and proper Wellies, and make it through Hamlyn to the Parade. Is that an idea?" You explain your version of this grand escape plan. In all honesty, it feels rather thrilling to do this. You have been wanting to get out for months. Who knows it would be much easier with someone by your side to help you through it. 

George meets your eye and smiles, then he jerks his head in the direction of the suitcase that contains his uniform. "got everything all ready." He quips, this plan seems to be exciting him as well. 
"But before we do this, you need to promise me something." He cuts the excitement almost right away with a serious tone. His expression turned just as serious. 
Reaching over he takes your hand in his, his hold as gentle as always. He leans slightly forward, the look in his eyes intense, "Promise me we stay together through this. Through it all. I don't want to lose you again." He confesses, his gaze turning sorrowful as he looks down at your intertwined hands, his thumb rubbing over your skin. 
How many promises have you made with this man already? He has already fulfilled one promise; repaying your good deeds. You promised to go on a date with him, is that still optional? (you hope so) 
You return George's hopeful look, giving his hand a quick squeeze. 
"Of course, as long as you promise me the same." You reply in an almost playful tone. Causing George to smile and give a light chuckle. "I promise..." He responds, his voice barely above a whisper. 

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It took both you and George some time to build some courage to put this escape plan into action. This grand plan was still oh so vague, but it's better than having no plan at all. "You still think it's a good plan?" George questions after returning from the toilet stalls to change back to his uniform. 
You stand up from the bed, pulling at your own jacket that you had to fix after it got ripped. Luckily you look decent enough to not upset the proper Wellies. 
"Like I said. It's better than nothing. I came up with the idea to visit my home and get some things before leaving." You explain. It is only more handy to may get some legal documents you kept, you don't have a passport, but perhaps people outside of Wellington Wells would be more willing to help if they knew where you came from.
George perks up, "now that you mention it, I'd like to visit my own home for one last time as well. I live in Hamlyn too." He adds, and you nod in agreement. 

New plan! You and George go visit each other's homes and then make your way to the bridge. Well, this plan is only evolving you hope. 
George also seems rather hopeful, tugging his helmet under his arm and looking at you fondly. A real smile on his face that makes you smile back at him. 
"That's a good lead, we go to our homes and get our things and get going." You announce the plan, and George is just as eager to leave this hell as much as you are. 

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Leaving the safety of the shelter, George looks around to see if the coast is clear. Then he looks down at the entry of the shelter, holding his hand out for you to take and help you out.
Gingerly taking his gloved hand, he pulls you out of the shelter and onto your feet. 
"We've got the be careful. I don't think the people here are too fond of someone like you. No offence but... Bobbies chased these people out you know?" You say as you dust off your trousers, looking at George; who has dressed as Constable Whistler once again. 
George looks down at himself and agrees, "Let's stay away from the main roads then and take a hike through the woods." he suggested,  moving over to open a window from the house that the shelter is hidden in, climbing out and looking back to wait for you to catch up. 
"Good idea." You reply with a smile and jump out of the window. You're immediately greeted with the fresh air of the Garden District, you can smell that it has rained recently... that and the puddles of rainwater and mud on the ground. 

You watch George as he looks around cautiously, slowly making his way towards nature to avoid the buildings and people. Then he looks back and waves you over to join him. 
With the same caution as him, you walk over and rejoin George in nature. Leaves and twigs crunching under your shoes.

You're ready to leave this place, together...

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