𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | charlize theron

andy; conflict (2)

Getting through the war without being noticed was relatively easy; names and faces were quickly forgotten. The Lance Corporals and any above them in power were so self obsessed that they didn't even recognise me when I told them a different last name. Private Y/N L/N died on the front lines. Supposedly.

Maybe it was the grime and blood on my face that was the reason he didn't know me, but Andromache cleaned me up with some bottled water after anyways, so maybe I'm the one making up excuses.

Every week, I had a new name, taking soldiers' IDs like a raccoon would trash. I died very little to avoid suspicion and spent a majority of my time with the other immortals. By the end of the war, they were telling me I'd be living with them permanently.

With them, I learned not to give my name, or at least my real one, and the drowning girl in my dreams was named Qyunh. They didn't talk about her often. The topic made Andy shift in her seat.

Andy spent her time trying to make me comfortable, considering I was the first female in a while. Whether or not she knew I was gay I didn't bother to ask. I liked her, though, pretty face, nice smile and kind when she wants to be. Just my type, which might be a problem.

Booker was funny, his dark sense of humour, our main way of mentally surviving the war, although sometimes he was too sad for his own good. I liked to watch Nikki and Joe interact, lightly teasing each other, loving stares and brief touches as they passed each other - as if they were trying to hide it from me. They never pushed me too hard, and I loved to spend my time with them.

And it stayed that way after the war. The 1970s aren't that bad.

"Y/N, Andy! Come and eat!" I pull myself out of the shower, quickly removing some water from my dripping hair and figure. I pull on some clothes and run to the main room.

"Something smells good." I say, walking in and taking a seat.

"Chilli con carne, enjoy." I smile at this, I'd told them it was my favourite yesterday afternoon. We dig in, Andy soon joining. Slowly, the table falls into their usual light chatter.

"Nikki, Joe." I start."How long have you been together?" They look surprised by my question. Booker laughs, and I hear Andy chuckle beside me. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at the thought that I did that.

Joe answers my question. "A long time. How'd you know we were together?"

"I can spot a gay from a mile away, Joe. And you weren't exactly discreet."

"Okay, what about your love life then?" Nikki counters.

"What about it?" I tease.

"Any man catch your eye?" Booker interjects, winking. I laugh at this.

"Maybe if you were female Booker, you'd stand a chance."

"Oh my god, we've got a whole fruit basket. Call in the Germans." Booker jokes. I can feel someone's eyes on me, goosebumps following their glares trail down by body, and it stops at my bare hip.

"Booker, that's awful." I laugh.

"Well, you're laughing, so you're just as bad!" He chokes on his food, which causes more laughing.

"So you like women?" Andy's voice cuts coolly through the laughter.

"Yeah."

"Interesting. Okay, everyone, I'm going out." She says abruptly, standing and waltzing straight out the front door.

"Well, that was weird. Don't worry, Y/N, we don't discriminate here." Booker winks before washing the dishes.

I head straight to bed, joggers low on my hips and shirt riding up my stomach. There is no need to change. I lie down on the bed and drift to sleep. Nightmares of war and drowning girls plague me, and I wake up in a sweat. Forget it and I'll be fine. I lie in silence, eyes closed but not sleeping.

Nicolò and Yusuf join me soon after, their bed creaking at their weight and their whispers dying down. Eventually, Booker also joins, a slight sway in his step, and soon, the room is full of light breaths.

It takes a few hours, but I feel I dip behind me in the bed. The weight shifts, and I feel a hand playing with my hair. Her hand snakes around my waist and pulls me towards her. She presses me firmly to her front.

"Andy-"

"Sorry. I thought -" She removes her hands, but I'm quick to grab her, spinning to face her.

"You thought right." I whisper. My heart beats painfully in my chest. We lie in silence for a while, just watching each other. She leans in and places a kiss on my lips, and drapes an arm over my waist. Her teeth bite at my lower lip, and I press myself closer to her. She pulls away, and I rest my head on her chest.

"I'd go through war again if it meant I'd meet you." I whisper. After a long silence, she replies.

"Me too."