Never Fade
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Vida lay on her back, holding the Chatter up in the air, moving it around to find that exact right position to catch a signal. She’d been trying to send an ALL CLEAR // OBJECTIVE ACCOMPLISHED in response to the ten REPORT STATUS messages that had been waiting for us when she turned it on a few days before. If Cate was half as anxious as Vida was to make contact, I had a feeling there’d be ten more messages waiting once the device reconnected with the Chatter network.
“Nothing?” I asked.
She let it fall onto her chest with an annoyed sigh and shook her head.
“Maybe once we get out of the mountains,” I said, but she didn’t seem comforted by the thought. Vida squinted at me from across the dark tent.
“Since when did you start drinking from the half-full glass?”
I grunted, pressing my face back down against my arms at the next sharp stab of pain in my back.
“Does this hurt?” Chubs asked. He kept one hand flat on my shoulder blades to keep me down while the other poked and prodded at my stitches.
I managed another grunt in response.
“I’m going to disinfect it again,” Chubs warned.
“Super.”
We settled into a quiet little calm that was at odds with the billowing winds outside. Once he was finished with me, Chubs picked up a book, White Fang, and settled down on his sleeping bag to read. I stayed on my stomach, trying to force myself to sleep.
Jude reappeared at the tent entrance with the flashlights he’d been sent to find in the car. His curly hair was coated in a thick layer of snow that he then decided to shake out all over us. It was the first grin I’d seen him crack in…days? Weeks? But when he caught my eye, Jude looked away, sitting next to Liam to resume their game of war.
The longer it stayed silent between us, the more overwhelming the awkwardness became. Vida was starting to get that dangerous gleam in her eye, too: a smile that got progressively more wicked the longer she stared at the side of Chubs’s head.
“So a thought crossed my mind,” Liam said suddenly.
“That must have been a lonely journey,” Chubs said, flipping the page of his book.
Liam rolled his eyes. “It’s getting late, and I was just thinking that we should take turns on watch. Set up shifts. That sound good?”
I nodded.
“Young Jude here and I can take the first one,” Liam said. “Ruby and Chubs the second, and Vida can bring up the rear.”
I thought about protesting the lineup, but Liam looked like he was ready for a challenge and I just didn’t have it in me.
I faded in and out of sleep all night, twisting and turning against the blankets serving as bedding in the tent. I was awake to hear Liam tell Jude, in quiet tones, about some horror flick he’d watched religiously as a kid.
The blankets rustled as they shuffled back over to the bedding. Jude had all but dropped to his knees between Chubs and me in exhaustion, patting us on the shoulders until we were both awake and sitting up. He let out a blissful sigh as he curled up under the blankets. But Liam was slower in his approach, almost hesitant. I felt his eyes fix on me the way you feel a beam of sunlight cut through a window. Warm. Focused.
I got up as he slid under the other end of the blanket, positioning himself as far away from me as he could without giving up the warmth or comfort of the fleece padding under us.
To stay busy and keep our blood flowing, Chubs and I did a quick walk around the camp, glad to have the wind and snow die down, if only for a few minutes.
“Is that where you drove in?” I asked, pointing to a trail that seemed wider than the others.
Chubs nodded. “It winds around and connects to a highway. This section of it was closed off, I think, because there’s no one to plow the roads. I’m hoping the snow starts melting tomorrow, otherwise I have no idea how we’re going to drive out of here.”
A few hours later, just shy of dawn, it was Vida’s turn. She stood up in the tent, physically trying to shake the sleep off her, before stumbling out into the cold morning. I stared at the tiny sliver of space between Chubs and Liam and promptly turned on my heel, following her back outside.
Vida broke the intense gaze she’d fixed across the clearing when I sat down next to her, but she didn’t seem surprised.
“I slept too long in the car,” I lied, warming my stiff hands near the fire. “I’m just not tired.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Want to tell me what’s really on your mind?”
“Why?” I asked. “You actually care?”
“If it has to do with Prince Charming, then, no, not really,” Vida said, leaning back. “But if it has to do with you ditching out with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass and leaving me and Judith to finish out the Op, I want to hear about it.”
I shook my head. “Sorry to break it to you, but I’m not going anywhere.”
“Really?” Now Vida actually did sound surprised. “Then what was all that whispering between you and Grannie?”
“He asked me to go with them,” I admitted, “but I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Vida asked.
“Can’t,” I whispered. “Won’t. What does it matter?”
Vida sat up straighter at that. “What’s going on with you?”
I shrugged, rubbing my fingers along the worn edge of the blanket I’d wrapped around myself.
“You’ve been acting like a spooked cat since we picked you up.…” I saw her mind working behind her dark eyes, narrowing as she made the connection.
“Nothing?” I asked.
She let it fall onto her chest with an annoyed sigh and shook her head.
“Maybe once we get out of the mountains,” I said, but she didn’t seem comforted by the thought. Vida squinted at me from across the dark tent.
“Since when did you start drinking from the half-full glass?”
I grunted, pressing my face back down against my arms at the next sharp stab of pain in my back.
“Does this hurt?” Chubs asked. He kept one hand flat on my shoulder blades to keep me down while the other poked and prodded at my stitches.
I managed another grunt in response.
“I’m going to disinfect it again,” Chubs warned.
“Super.”
We settled into a quiet little calm that was at odds with the billowing winds outside. Once he was finished with me, Chubs picked up a book, White Fang, and settled down on his sleeping bag to read. I stayed on my stomach, trying to force myself to sleep.
Jude reappeared at the tent entrance with the flashlights he’d been sent to find in the car. His curly hair was coated in a thick layer of snow that he then decided to shake out all over us. It was the first grin I’d seen him crack in…days? Weeks? But when he caught my eye, Jude looked away, sitting next to Liam to resume their game of war.
The longer it stayed silent between us, the more overwhelming the awkwardness became. Vida was starting to get that dangerous gleam in her eye, too: a smile that got progressively more wicked the longer she stared at the side of Chubs’s head.
“So a thought crossed my mind,” Liam said suddenly.
“That must have been a lonely journey,” Chubs said, flipping the page of his book.
Liam rolled his eyes. “It’s getting late, and I was just thinking that we should take turns on watch. Set up shifts. That sound good?”
I nodded.
“Young Jude here and I can take the first one,” Liam said. “Ruby and Chubs the second, and Vida can bring up the rear.”
I thought about protesting the lineup, but Liam looked like he was ready for a challenge and I just didn’t have it in me.
I faded in and out of sleep all night, twisting and turning against the blankets serving as bedding in the tent. I was awake to hear Liam tell Jude, in quiet tones, about some horror flick he’d watched religiously as a kid.
The blankets rustled as they shuffled back over to the bedding. Jude had all but dropped to his knees between Chubs and me in exhaustion, patting us on the shoulders until we were both awake and sitting up. He let out a blissful sigh as he curled up under the blankets. But Liam was slower in his approach, almost hesitant. I felt his eyes fix on me the way you feel a beam of sunlight cut through a window. Warm. Focused.
I got up as he slid under the other end of the blanket, positioning himself as far away from me as he could without giving up the warmth or comfort of the fleece padding under us.
To stay busy and keep our blood flowing, Chubs and I did a quick walk around the camp, glad to have the wind and snow die down, if only for a few minutes.
“Is that where you drove in?” I asked, pointing to a trail that seemed wider than the others.
Chubs nodded. “It winds around and connects to a highway. This section of it was closed off, I think, because there’s no one to plow the roads. I’m hoping the snow starts melting tomorrow, otherwise I have no idea how we’re going to drive out of here.”
A few hours later, just shy of dawn, it was Vida’s turn. She stood up in the tent, physically trying to shake the sleep off her, before stumbling out into the cold morning. I stared at the tiny sliver of space between Chubs and Liam and promptly turned on my heel, following her back outside.
Vida broke the intense gaze she’d fixed across the clearing when I sat down next to her, but she didn’t seem surprised.
“I slept too long in the car,” I lied, warming my stiff hands near the fire. “I’m just not tired.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Want to tell me what’s really on your mind?”
“Why?” I asked. “You actually care?”
“If it has to do with Prince Charming, then, no, not really,” Vida said, leaning back. “But if it has to do with you ditching out with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass and leaving me and Judith to finish out the Op, I want to hear about it.”
I shook my head. “Sorry to break it to you, but I’m not going anywhere.”
“Really?” Now Vida actually did sound surprised. “Then what was all that whispering between you and Grannie?”
“He asked me to go with them,” I admitted, “but I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Vida asked.
“Can’t,” I whispered. “Won’t. What does it matter?”
Vida sat up straighter at that. “What’s going on with you?”
I shrugged, rubbing my fingers along the worn edge of the blanket I’d wrapped around myself.
“You’ve been acting like a spooked cat since we picked you up.…” I saw her mind working behind her dark eyes, narrowing as she made the connection.
