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Feb 05, 2008 21:26

Salt Lake. Cheyenne. Kearney. Kansas. Salina. And finally....

It's been long days on the road. Throughout them all Oliver has prayed, thought about the verses he'd memorized of the Book, looked to the welfare of his horse Beauregard, aided Thrust with his fuel converter when he could....In short, done all he could to occupy his mind as his body healed. He does worry from time to time about how many of those white pills he's taken to swallowing every night.

Oliver finds himself falling back into old habits with Thrust. Over the years he's grown out of being the quiet, nature-loving boy he once was, but now he can go for days without speaking. Sometimes it's just too much work to breach the walls of culture and species that separate himself and Thrust. (Oliver now knows that Transformers can get drunk if they consume pink energon. It's something he and Thrust don't speak of.)

The scene is this: one robot and one paladin in a van - one horse, too, but he's inside and not immediately visible.

"There it is, up ahead," Oliver says, his tone and expression conveying enormous relief, a hint of expectation, and underneath it all a quiet joy. He touches the white flame tattoo on his forehead.

A place that's safe. A place with people. Oliver can honestly say he's never seen a more beautiful sight than the town of Smallville.

oliver wycliffe, eden mccain, thrust

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