Freedom Arms | Saturday

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Last week should have been Bellamy's first week at this job but he'd been indisposed so this week had that distinct honor. He'd hated leaving his stuff behind so he'd made sure everything (including his weapon) was well hidden. He'd gotten himself clean in a shower at a local business and was actually working now.

The last time he'd been employed, he'd been sweeping up other people's trash, getting smug looks from assholes who thought they were better than him. Now, he was surrounded by guns, stranded in an insane place while his sister was in the hands of Grounder forces.

He felt like a failure. It made him want to scream but inside, he went about polishing some of the weaponry before laying them out carefully.

[Open, no OCD]

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Washington had come by to 'borrow' a rocket launcher in case of the next bizarre alien invasion. Which would have been fine had York been there. (It would not have been fine.)

Instead of that, he was forced to stand in the doorway before sighing at the new employee.

York, you cockbite.

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"There a problem?" Bellamy asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. It wasn't hard to figure out that Washington didn't seem happy to see him. Bellamy also knew he didn't care. He'd been hired, he was allowed to be here.

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"Your boss is an asshole," Wash replied. "And you can tell him I said that."

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"I'm not a messenger," Bellamy told him, shaking his head. "Tell him yourself. I don't get involved in lover's quarrels."

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Excuse you, Wash could do so much better than York. Also, York/Carolina was the not so secret Freelancer OTP. He was pretty sure even Delta was also on board with that.

"Yeah, seeing why he hired you," Wash replied.

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"What?" Bellamy asked, voice sharp. "If you've got a problem with me, take it up with him. I'm not gonna listen to you whine about me."

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Wash had to keep from rolling his eyes. "It could have been a compliment."

It wasn't. Not really.

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"I'm not stupid," Bellamy told him, shaking his head. "Don't act like I am. Is there a problem with me being here or something? Are you that much of a little bitch or something?"

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A little bitch, yes.

Wash looked like he was suppressing more and more amusement with each passing minute. "No, of course not. I would never try to tell York how to pick his employees."

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"Good, then we're fine," Bellamy told him, pulling some ammunition out of a box and setting it out. "Thanks for the talk."

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"Are you still mad that I hit you with your gun?"

Because that had been fun.

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"Get over yourself," Bellamy said in response to that. "You're the one that came in here with a stick up your ass."

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No, that was just how he was. The stick was a part of him.

Most of the time.

"Actually, I came here for a rocket launcher."

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"Sure," Bellamy said, gesturing to the weapons with his hand. "Long as you pay for it."

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"I'm a teacher. I don't make that kind of money."

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"Then, guess you're not taking the rocket launcher," he said, shrugging. York hadn't told him anything about giving stuff to anyone for free. "Better luck next time?"

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That was probably because the only way York would give him a rocket launcher would be if they were blowing something up as a team. Explosive team bonding.

"Yep, definitely seeing why York hired you."

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Bellamy smirked slightly. "You can look at the pretty guns if it'd make you feel better."

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"I have my own," Wash assured him. "But thanks."

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"You're very welcome," he said, sounding mostly sarcastic. "Look forward to seeing you come around again when you've got money."

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Hey now, that was mean. No need to use the plight of underpaid teachers against him. "How's life in the past treating you?"

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"Just great, thanks," Bellamy said, sounding completely and utterly insincere. "I am so happy to be making my home here instead of back with my sister."

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"A simple 'shitty' would have sufficed."

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"Why'd you ask me if my answer didn't suit you?" Bellamy wondered.

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"Did you want to talk about your feelings?" Wash asked, giving him a look. "Because if you seriously wanted to..."

You actually might have picked the most sympathetic of the Freelancers with Washington.