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Title: I Am Yours (Till They Come)
Recipient: ECM
Fandoms: Real News
Rating: R
Warnings: Dystopia, angst, implications of character death
Characters/Pairings: Keith & Rachel
Prompt: Rachel & Keith or Rachel/Keith, "I Will Follow You Into The Dark"

Disclaimer: All copyrighted materials referred to in this work are the property of their respective owners. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

Author: [personal profile] lilalanor
Author's note: Set in a version of [personal profile] bessemerprocess’s 28th Amendment Verse. Written for ECR with best wishes. Title from Devil’s Spoke by Laura Marling.



They end up together. Of course, it would end in this place, this room that was a Federal Court once, one that Rachel might have known in a reporting beat that now seems so long ago.

Lady Justice is in the basement, covered by a damn dust sheet. The ten commandants are right there, in glaring white marble and gold letters. She'd gotten a bruise for "well, I see render unto Caesar really worked out well for you," though looking back, it does seem like it might have been more of a Keith thing to say. The big lug of a grumpy badger had insisted on staying with her out of some misguided sense of....she has no idea.

But Rachel can't shake that image of Lady Justice in the basement covered by a damn dust sheet. It would be cliché, except it just looks so odd right there, next to the snack machine and the janitor's closet. (But hey, there are still snack machines.) They give her popcorn with her meals and she wonders why it's that, out of everything that brings tears.

She didn't cry when they read the death sentence out. She'd saved Keith from life in Terre Haute; that's all that ever mattered. Well, that, and knowing that somewhere, there's a family alive and together in Edmonton. If there's one thing she and Keith agree on right now (and actually, there's a short list related to this decision that they both made), it's that they are glad Dave and his family made it out.

They are both glad they are here, together. She's not sure she could return to the world again, after all of this. Better to be a beloved memory, a marble memorial, than a cold reality later, of a 'hero' who has been a terrorist. She killed with her bare hands, and some of those were not wearing a uniform.

They both called each other war criminals. Or they would have, when they were still journalists with TV shows and experts at their fingertips. Rachel figures maybe she should be scared that she regrets nothing; she isn't. They put Lady Justice in the basement next to a snack machine. The Constitution has been set on fire.

Keith quoted George Washington at his sentencing and Rachel mostly wanted to punch him the face for being entirely Keith-like. Then she just wanted to cry, the way she did in the old days when her hair was short and she wore suits or jeans and sneakers and climbed all over Keith, teasing him. These days, they won't let her near scissors to cut her hair.

They let her see Keith, though. There's no one else left to see them, and there's no point in caring anymore about what they might plan (after Anderson, there's a reason executions are broadcast on a delayed telecast), so they let them sit together in the yard, perhaps hoping for repentance. It's not Terre Haute, at least, this prison that had been a law court.

And so they sit together in this waiting room, holding hands for luck.

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Date: 2011-02-22 08:27 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] silver_queen
I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT I LOVE YOU. Both because this is beautiful and evocative and heartbreaking, and because you used a Laura Marling lyric for the title. ♥

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Date: 2011-03-02 07:57 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lilalanor
Thank you! (This particular song just seemed perfect, somehow. I was listening to it on repeat for a week or so there!)

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Date: 2011-02-22 02:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] bibliothekara
oh my. *bawling* I had an idea this might turn out dark, but I didn't know quite how dark. Or how good. And like the popcorn, it's unexpectedly the image of long-haired Rachel that's breaking my heart. That and Keith's grumpy badger-ness in an entirely different light.

it's that they are glad Dave and his family made it out.

*meeeeeep*

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Date: 2011-03-02 08:00 am (UTC)
lilalanor: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lilalanor
There is a mix that goes with this that I'm going to attempt to get to you because well, it's got a lot of the back story in my head.*

*It's 'what if the kidverse in the 28th had a happier ending story'.

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Date: 2011-02-24 01:06 am (UTC)
bessemerprocess: Elder duckie Ursala Vernon (acid-ink) (Default)
From: [personal profile] bessemerprocess
Dark in just the way I like.

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Date: 2011-03-02 07:58 am (UTC)
lilalanor: (DW (Martha))
From: [personal profile] lilalanor
<3 (There is a whole whole back-story here that some day, I should probably write).

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Date: 2011-02-24 01:25 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] willwrite_fortea
that image of the Ten Commandments replacing Lady Liberty and the Constitution will haunt me in my dreams and waking world. that and the televised executions.

*wibbles hard*

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Date: 2011-03-02 07:59 am (UTC)
lilalanor: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lilalanor
*sends tea and cookies*

It's...I am so so very glad that this did not happen.

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Date: 2011-02-24 07:20 am (UTC)
kshandra: long-haired woman silhouetted against a stormy sky (Bad)
From: [personal profile] kshandra
I'm suddenly reminded of the passage in Stranger in a Strange Land about Rodin's Fallen Caryatid. You've taken an ugly, ugly thing here and made it beautiful.

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Date: 2011-03-02 07:58 am (UTC)
lilalanor: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lilalanor
:blushes forever: I give much of the credit to the prompt and the song I wrote this too which is amazing and evocative.

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Date: 2011-02-28 10:50 pm (UTC)
sarken: leaves of mint against a worn wall (Default)
From: [personal profile] sarken
Better to be a beloved memory, a marble memorial, than a cold reality later, of a 'hero' who has been a terrorist. She killed with her bare hands, and some of those were not wearing a uniform.

This doesn't break my heart so much as rip it out of my chest and step on it. The whole story, really, but those two sentences, and the focus on the snack machines... Ow. This is wonderful and hurty. <3

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Date: 2011-03-02 07:59 am (UTC)
lilalanor: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lilalanor
<3333. The snack machines just stuck out at me as...it's this whole symbol of where they are now ow.

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