Home Is Where the Heart Is -DonQuixote Rosinante X OC-

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"Kitty!" The woman's eyes followed the voice. The man stood on the balcony above her waiving with a goofy smile on his lips. "Come here!" He motioned to him receiving a chuckle in return. She waved her clipboard at him and turned back to her work. It was inventory day and she was stuck counting ammunition. "Lame."  The words caught her attention.

"You're lame!" She called back and went back to her work. Writing down the numbers her men gave her.

It was a sunny day on the base, beautiful honestly. After the past few weeks of nothing but rain, the cloudless skies were welcomed by everyone on the base. It sucked working instead of enjoying the weather.

"How many rounds for squad A?" She looked to the men as they sifted through the crates.

"Seven crates, Ma'am." She nodded and made the note on her paper. Her mind traced back to the man on the balcony.

"Let's finish A's inventory and take a break. It's too nice to count all day." The men nodded and quickly finished their counts. She dismissed them and looked over her pages making sure she didn't forget anything, but she couldn't stop thinking back to the man.

"Commander Katerina." The deep voice sent a chill down her spine. "You're being written up for insubordination." She snorted turning to face the larger man behind her. He towered over her, with his blond hair covering his eyes. She could see the playful frown on his lips.

"And why's that?" She slid around him to check something on a crate.

"Because you called me lame." He pouted. The two had recently been moved up to commanders and met for the first time on the base, after spending many years on opposite sides of the world. They were young, dumb and in love. "I was thinking, when you're done with weapons hoopla, we could head down to town and have a day on the beach maybe get some dinner." He twirled her around him before pulling her small frame closer to his, planting a light kiss on her lips.

"With you?" He nodded a huge smile on his face. "Nah." The smile fell fast.

"What?"

"I'm joking." She poked at his stomach pulling away from him. "I'll be done shortly." 

Rosinante watched her finish up the last few tasks and hand the clipboard off to a man before turning back to him. Her eyes were bright under her darker hair. Her smile was brighter than the sun, which caused a smile on the mans face.

"Alright, Rosi." She grabbed his hand. "Lets go."



Rosinante woke with a shock. He looked around, trying to gain his bearings. The shack was lit only by the fire, which had a fresh log laid across it, but he could still make out the bare walls in the darkness. With a groan, he made his way from the wooden chair and walked the room. The floor creaked under his boots, but he quickly put a stop to that.

"Law is still asleep." Her voice startled him. "Let him rest." She sat in the corner reading a book. Rosinante picked a position near the fire. "I went into town and got some food and supplies for your travels."

"You didn't have to do that." He didn't look at her, but he could feel her eyes jump up to him. "Thank you." No matter how much she hated him, her heart was just as big as he remembered.

"I did it for the kid." He nodded with a slight chuckle sadness pulling his lips into a frown.

"Of course you did." The room fell silent again. He could feel her eyes piercing through his back. He didn't know what to say, or if he should say anything. He could only stare into the fire and light another cigarette. "Hey Katarina."

"What?" Her voice was harsh. He thought back to all the times they spent together, laughing smiling. He thought back to how bright she was. But the light had dimmed over time leaving nothing but darkness and spite.

"I'm sorry."