"Shit, mamacita, the last goddamn thing I need is to be creeped out in a cornfield. We still have a little ways to--"
The voice cuts through the air like a shaft of ice. "Be frozen."
Shit! So much for doing a good job protecting Beth or the baby or... the thought Spike's gonna fucking kill me if I'm not already dead really does cross her mind, but the voice continues.
"One small step, and I am executing both your faces."
Those words. That cadence. That voice: she knows who that is, and a wave of relief washes over her at the same time as Beth's hands go up into the air in the universal gesture of don't shoot. "Relax, Natalya. It's me."
"Hero?" Rushing forward, Hero suddenly finds herself with an armful of crazy blonde yelling at her in Russian: "Dobro pozhalovat! [How the hell have you been, you gorgeous maniac?]"
There aren't a lot of people she'll let hug her, but Natalya's definitely one of them. "I have no idea what you just said, but I'd like to introduce you to my new friend... Beth. Beth plural, actually."
Stepping back, Natalya looks over at Beth and the baby. "Ah, so this is American girl Yorick bore me about with many romance stories?"
If Hero had the inclination she'd snicker, if only because Natalya's ten-cent characterization of her brother is so fucking perfect.
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Date: 2007-02-06 06:26 am (UTC)The voice cuts through the air like a shaft of ice. "Be frozen."
Shit! So much for doing a good job protecting Beth or the baby or... the thought Spike's gonna fucking kill me if I'm not already dead really does cross her mind, but the voice continues.
"One small step, and I am executing both your faces."
Those words. That cadence. That voice: she knows who that is, and a wave of relief washes over her at the same time as Beth's hands go up into the air in the universal gesture of don't shoot. "Relax, Natalya. It's me."
"Hero?" Rushing forward, Hero suddenly finds herself with an armful of crazy blonde yelling at her in Russian: "Dobro pozhalovat! [How the hell have you been, you gorgeous maniac?]"
There aren't a lot of people she'll let hug her, but Natalya's definitely one of them. "I have no idea what you just said, but I'd like to introduce you to my new friend... Beth. Beth plural, actually."
Stepping back, Natalya looks over at Beth and the baby. "Ah, so this is American girl Yorick bore me about with many romance stories?"
If Hero had the inclination she'd snicker, if only because Natalya's ten-cent characterization of her brother is so fucking perfect.