Abigail (Abby) Anderson x Female Reader - TLOU2

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"Abby, Give me a boost?"

Mel pointed to a nearby wall that was low enough for her to vault over. I looked at her stomach for a second. "You sure?" I questioned.

"I don't see any other way up there." She walked over to the wall but paused and looked at me when I didn't follow. "C'mon, I'll be careful." She reassured and I sighed following her.

"Okay." I cupped my hands and kneeled. She stepped up and used my shoulder as a foothold so that she could reach the top. "What are you doing anyway?" I grunted as I help get her leg over the rail.

"I have an idea."

"Okay..." I said slowly and watched as she walked around the platform, making her way to a long beam the stretched across the ceiling. Connecting the separate floors. "Hold up," I said but she wasn't listening. "Mel!"

"Relax Abby," she said back. Slowly she placed one foot in front of the other, her arms outstretched to help her keep her balance.

"I- you said you'd be careful. What the hell are you doing?"

"Getting us out of here." she seemed to be doing okay so far it's just- if she fell... "One advantage of being pregnant is having a low center of gravity."

"I'll take your word for it," I murmured under my breath. Finally, she made it to the other platform just slightly out of breath from the suspense. She disappeared for a second before she came back.

"Come on up," she said and pointed at an open door.

"Oh." I made my way up the stairs and was met with her standing in an open doorway. "Smart."

"Thanks," she said smiling. "The hatch is that way." She continued on. Around the corner was a huge white sailboat. It hung from the ceiling via metal cables. As I looked at it more it hit me. "Looks exactly like Owens boat." Mel stood by my side looking at it closely. We stood there in silence for a second studying the sea vessel.

"Your right," she finally concluded.

"He's still trying to fix his up?" I questioned remembering how he would spend hours down at the sea area in the aquarium working on it.

"Yeah. He says any day now but uh well...you know how it goes."

"Well," I grunted picking up a spare ladder that we could use to cross onto the boat. "Everyone's got their obsession."

"Like me and dog toys." She chuckled.

"Yeah, and me with my stupid coins."

I placed down the latter and Mel crossed over while I tried not to look down as I realized how high we were. Mel seemed to notice my struggle and commented about it. "Vertigo hitting you hard?"

I chuckled nervously and made my way onto the boat. "Especially when I look down."

"It's hard to imagine you being scared of anything," she said quietly. I looked up at her as I bent down to get the ladder again.

"I'm not as fearless as you think."

"Oh please-"

"L-like I could never do that surgery stuff. I'd be too scared of fucking it up." I said truthfully.

"You think I don't feel the same way?"

"Hmm," I hummed in agreement and placed the latter down again. "For what it's worth...my father used to say you were his best student."

"Oh," she whispered and climbed up to the platform above us. "Well, you always did say he was an idiot."

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