Wasteland.(Aarmau AU)

Chapter 4: Open Book.

How could he do this again?

After he promised himself to never let anyone in.

But she was starting to melt his steel resolve like it was made of marshmallow.

He sat there in the garage, eating his warm food and tinkering with trinkets strewn across the room in various places.

He figured that if he busied his mind, he would forget about her.

He should have known better.

Not only did it get his mind running, it was running out of his control.

He thoughts drifted, first to survival, what he needed to get on his next run.

But then they drifted to her, her eyes, her hair....

He shook it out of his mind again. It was getting harder and harder to stop thinking about her.

He realized what he was doing with his hands and looked down.

The trinket he had been fiddling with had been perfectly built before he started. Now it was scrambled and bits were stuck out of place.

He could not get her out of his head.

He sat down the trinket and tuned the radio station too the only station left.

Junkrat's Stadium.

"Hello Junkers, I'm Junkrat, and I'm gonna give you some quality entertainment in the bleak old wastes."

Music started playing, one of the older songs, but he enjoyed it.

He hummed along to the tune, he was alone now, he could be himself.

What he didn't realize is that he didn't close the window.

Aphmau could hear everything Aaron was doing. And when he started humming,
she giggled.

She had figured he was like Impact, Intimidating on the outside, but lovable on the inside.

But then he started full out singing.

She had to stifle a laugh, he wasn't the best singer.

But when the song slowed, her heart stopped.

"And I can't help but love you."

"Even if my heart and mind don't agree."

"Because, I can't think, without thinking of you."

She was blushing, hard, his voice,  instead of the low and gruff growl he had used earlier, it was smooth and light.

Aaron was blushing too, he hadn't realized he had been singing aloud.

He sighed, it didn't matter, no one could hear him anyway.

He Unlocked the door and walked into the main room. He noticed that Aphmau was really red.

"You hot or something?" He said gruffly, putting on his facade.

"Y-Yeah, you can say that."

The next morning Aaron and Impact had to go scavenging again. He didn't want to run low on food, water wasn't really an issue. He had a pump to ground water.

"Don't fall while I'm gone." He said to her as he was leaving.

"I won't, go on." She replied,  a smirk on her face.

"Impact, lets go!" Aaron shouted into the station.

Impact ran outside, nibbling on Aphmau's hand briefly before going to his masters side.

"Be careful." Aphmau said, looking down at the dirt.

"Heh, I always am." He replied. Walking into the wastelands unpredictable arms.

Aphmau looked up to find him gone.

She was beginning to be able to walk around the station a little. But she had to sit down often.

She had to admit, it was quiet without Aaron or Impact. And it was kinda creepy.

She hobbled back into the station, sitting down on Aaron's bed.

They hadn't been sharing, he was sleeping in the old worn armchair in the corner. For the last two nights Impact had slept with her.

She sighed, she knew she shouldn't feel any attachment to this place, but it was the first place she had actually felt safe.

In everywhere she had been, everyone she had met. She had been beaten, rejected, thrown out. Or attacked.

Aaron was the first person to take her in.

Before he found her she was chained up whipped, abused. And then dropped off there.

But, he didn't need to know that.

She wanted to get close to him. Just so she could have someone to come back too. She felt so alone, all the time.

But he didn't want her to get close.

She wondered what happened, she had heard him laugh, and sing. But never when he knew she was listening. Or if he did it was a slip.

She compared him to herself, there were things she didn't want him to know. She had flat out lied to him when he asked what happened.

She assumed he was the same way.

Her broken leg hurt dully. She knew it was healing. But she really didn't want to leave. Not to go back into that nightmare.

Aphmau looked down at her broken leg, and sighed.

Somehow she was worried about Aaron, she knew he had done this a thousand times. But anything could happen.

She blushed, she had remembered what she had seen under his mask.

He was handsome, in her opinion at least. The scars just showed that he had made mistakes, but was able to walk away from them. But what interested her the most was his eyes.

He might think that no one can read him, but for her?

    She could read him like an open book.