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Once the door is closed behind them, Beth can't help looking back for a moment.

It just looks like an old rickety wooden shed, and out here, in the bright light of day, she remembers exactly how odd it was to step into the bar for the very first time when she'd been going through the back door of St. Bernadette's.

She wonders if Hero thought she'd lost her mind when she found the bar in there.

Surrounding them on all sides are rows and rows of corn, all the stalks taller than the two of them, and the sky is a pure cloudless blue.

Half-smiling at Hero, she nods. "Just us girls now, fearless leader."

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"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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Her first thought is that she's been out of the loop for a long fucking time if the Russians have taken over Kansas.

Beth had slowly turned around, hands raised to show compliance, in an effort to put herself between whoever was behind them and Junior, but she couldn't help thinking she doesn't particularly want her face executed.

Or any other part of her, for that matter.

She watches in surprise as the Russian-spouting blonde with the big gun launches herself at Hero in a big hug, and it's not until she hears her introducing them that she realizes she recognizes the name Natalya from the caption on one of the photographs Hero showed her before.

Stupidly relieved, she exchanges a glance with Hero and then half-smiles. "Um, actually, that's someone else. Beth Singular."

It's not all that surprising when Natalya's eyebrows knit in confusion. "But... but little girl..."

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There's been an implicit promise between her and Beth not to say jack shit about the bar no matter what. Good thing they're both great at keeping secrets, even though part of her feels terrible that they have access to this... amazing place where men are still alive and you can touch them and kiss them and talk to them and drink with them, even fuck them if you're lucky... and women like Natalya don't.

But there's no chance she's going to give it up, no matter how much she likes Natalya. She can just see a goddamn stream of chicks lining up to get in that bar. The last thing she wants is her world invading that space. Stepping between Beth and Natalya, she nods. "We'll fill you in over a pint of that toxic mash you gals figured out how to distill. Right now, we have something important for the astronaut woman's son."

Natalya's expression is a little bit mocking. "More sucking American toys?"

Hero almost laughs. "Not quite. You remember my brother's pet? I've got the last remaining sample of its, uh, fecal matter, which... it's hard to explain, Natalya." She's going to try anyway, language barrier or no language barrier. "But Dr. Mann thinks she might have found a way to... to inoculate males against whatever killed all the other men, or something like that."

Now Natalya -- that crazy goddamn Russian -- looks a little stunned and a little happy, or maybe that's just pollen in her eyes. "So baby Vladimir can finally be leaving his plastics prison?"

Plastics prison: what a way to put it. The goddamn place has kept that baby alive.

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"You mean it's true?"

It's not that she didn't believe Hero, but... it's really like being out here and having more than one person to confirm it makes it ten times more real.

And suddenly she's just so surprised and relieved and not exactly hopeful yet but certainly willing to save a little room for hope.

"Yorick really isn't the last male on the planet?"

Natalya beams at her almost as if she's the proud mother, and she finds herself nearly helpless not to smile back. "Not by a far shot."

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Saying I told you so wouldn't serve any purpose, so she doesn't say it. What she does do is grab little Beth's hand for a minute, waving it around. "You got yourself a playmate, Junior."

Turning to Natalya, she nods in the direction of the silo. "Come on, let's beat feet and get the hell out of this corn. I could use a drink."

For a moment Natalya just blinks and looks at her as if she's trying to figure something out. "There is being no hell in corn, zhenshhina. Not today." There's no protest, though. In fact, Hero could swear she sees a little grin on Natalya's face as she leads them through the maze of corn rows toward the hot suite: they were closer than she thought.

Out here in the prairies, distances are really fucking deceiving.