Nile hasn't stopped to think that maybe it's been so long since Andy needed to take care of herself, that she genuinely doesn't know how to do it, now. That perhaps, that means that Andy doesn't know about doctors, or over-the-counter medication, or glasses, or vaccines. Perhaps, what Nile thought was obvious isn't to Andy. And it feels overwhelming to think that something so easy can be so out of Andy's reach, simply because of how long she's lived. Impossible to imagine that maybe, Nile, too, will forget one day.
Or, six times Nile had to deal with Andy being mortal.
Bookmarked by windoftheuniverse
29 Apr 2021
“You’re still in this shitty game with me. You hear me? You wake up.”
There's a fire burning its way through his guts and his first thoughts through the thick darkness surrounding his thoughts are: Maybe this is hell. Andy's voice and flames. Sounds about right.
Booker wakes to Andy's head butting against his.
The calluses on her fingers drag over the scorched, healing skin at the back of his neck.
She watches Andy disappear into the night, half-expecting either Nicky or Joe to stop her or at least put up a fight, but they both do the same. And then they turn to her.
“Nile.” Nicky’s voice is quiet, but it doesn’t sound as calm as it usually does. “Please tell us what happened last night.”
When Nile's dreams about Quynh change shortly after they exile Booker, Andy takes her team up to a loch in Scotland and disappears to sit at the shore. As Nile works with Joe and Nicky to unpack what's going on, it becomes clear that she might be in way over her head - as if the immortality thing wasn't enough.
A found family adventure.
If everything I do has got a hole in it (then everything you do has got a hold on me) by AnnieTheMouse
07 Feb 2021
In which Nile is the responsible one, until she isn't.
“Pull it together, Book,” Nicky said sternly. “Be a little brave.”
“Brave?” He glowered at them. “For Christ’s sake, I’m not like the two of you and I’m not like Andy. I’m not brave and I never have been, and d’you know what? I’ve no wish to be! None. Never fucking have, either. So just…fuck it, okay? You’re not my keepers. Let me go.”
“No,” Nicky said, simply, and Booker wanted to throttle him.