The Boat Scene Was So Random

“The boat scene was so random”

Actually no it was not. Abby and Owen had known each other for years, both dating for a small while when they were young but breaking up as Abby wanted rather needed revenge for her father.

Years passed with both not wanting to reach the topic of their past, they have so many built up feelings that it has to be let out,

Owen clings to the past of him and Abby’s relationship and while Abby moved on from him she clings to the fact that Joel was alive.

We can see in the aquarium how owen was painting the view from Salt Lake City where we saw them help the zebra. This is another show of how he’s clinging onto what him and Abby had.

Abby on the other hand we can see that she’s happy for owen and Mel, yes she’s anxious that now her pregnant friend is with them on a dangerous mission in the beginning of the game and while you could argue that Abby was jealous I would says she was jealous that Owen was able to move on, have a family, be happy

Abby feels like she doesn’t deserve to be happy if Joel is alive. That’s why her passion for revenge is so strong.

When they confronted eachother in the boat scene the only way that they could get their thoughts across was through actions not words. Abby immediately regretted it, you can tell by the look on her face. You can see by how cowardly she was when Mel confronted her that she truly never wanted it to escalate that badly

But Owen. Owen again clinged to that, he thought him and Abby had another chance together seen in the line

“I don’t think she knows about last night”

“I don’t care about last night”

“I do”

“Which key opens the door”

Abby hated herself for what happened but this scene is imporant to her character because now everything that has been plaguing her for years with her and Owen. It’s gone, it’s done everything Abby wanted to say but couldn’t is now “said” she could finally let go of her past.

Joel was dead, her past with Owen is now dead, the only thing left for Abby was to find herself again.

When she killed Joel - you could see Abby had a lighter sense of self compared to the flash back of 4months before the begining of the game

After the boat scene - in Santa Barbara Abby walks with a smile, she’s happy she has no former weight on her shoulders

The boat scene is important to Abby’s growth as a character. So no her have sex with Owen was not random. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

i love when her lips do the thing

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Today 40,000 meals were dropped over Gaza Strip courtesy of the us army. You may be smiling and saying finally something but no these would have fed less than 5% of the population. And I say would have because most of these meals were expired. We dropped expired meals for less than 5% of the people who are being starved death. This is no longer just funding this genocide this is actively particpating. Also please do not forget the flour massacre hundreds of people were shot trying to get flour to feed their starving families and this isn’t the first time this has happened.

obstinate (1) | a. anderson

summary: you’re a new medic in the WLF base. you’re young, hardworking, and the thing that abby anderson hated the most, stubborn.

tags: fem!reader, medic!reader, protective!abby, soldier!abby, sorta enemies to lovers, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, all the good stuff

an: guys i don’t know how tf to use this app please help me, but also, enjoy this fic (will have multiple parts)

all changes to the original game plot made intentionally

MDNI!!! will contain sexual themes in future chapters

part 2 here

abby anderson had a distinct image on the WLF base.

as Isaac’s right hand man, top scar killer, and holder of the highest max on bench press, she wasn’t someone any WLF member wanted to mess with.

and out of every soldier on the base, she was the last person expected to be out drinking at 2 am in the WLF “club”, only hours before she had to leave for her morning patrols. yet here she was, sat with beige cargo pants hugging her thighs, and a fitted polo with the top buttons undone, staring out into the crowded dance floor.

this wasn’t a scene abby had often found herself in, but due to her roommate and closest friend manny’s persistent requests that she finally join him out drinking one night, she had given in.

it was no surprise when only half an hour into the night she was sitting alone on a barstool with an old fashioned in her hand, watching with a disapproving gaze as manny bounced around the dance floor hitting on every woman in the room. she only just began her lonesome sulking when she heard someone slam themselves in the seat beside her with a huff, and grumpily order a vodka soda from the bartender.

similarly to your companion beside you, who you had not yet noticed was watching you carefully, you weren’t exactly enjoying yourself either.

“you alright there?” you hear a slightly amused voice from beside you, causing you to roll your eyes.

great. you thought. more strangers trying to talk to me

“i’m just fine thanks for asking” you reply shortly, without turning your eyes to meet with the person to your right.

“you don’t look fine. you look…” you hear her take a pause, and you sip at your drink furiously as you stare into the dance floor. “frustrated” she finishes.

just as you were about to make some snide remark back at the random woman, you turn your head towards her and instantly feel the color drain from your face.

though you had never spoken to abby directly, and you were fairly new to the base, you instantly knew who was sat beside you. your eyes blow wide as you bite back whatever comment you were about to release, and she smirks at you knowingly. of course you hadn’t met abby in person, not until now, but you did know a thing or two about her. one being that she was not a force to be reckoned with.

and you, a rookie medic who was already on thin ice with a couple other WLF superiors, were about to tell her to fuck off. and to top it off, you were drinking only hours before your shift at the infirmary. play it cool, just play it cool.

you chuckle awkwardly as you try to quickly recover. sliding your drink so that it’s a little more concealed behind your body as you respond.

“i just.. got reminded why i don’t like these kind of things” you respond with a polite smile.

abby purses her lips together as she nods her head, her knuckles noticeably flexing around her glass as she turns to face the crowd again.

“understandable” she replies simply, before shifting her body to face yours a bit more, her lids creasing warmly as her blue eyes gaze at you. “i’m abby, by the way” she extends her hand gently and you accept. your grip is firm but your hands are soft. abby blinks as electricity jolts through her fingertips.

you tell her your name, and she repeats in back to you in a hum, as if testing it out. the way it rolls off her tongue makes the tips of your ears go a bit hot.

“don’t believe i’ve seen you around,” she takes a sip from her drink, “are you new to the base?”

you nod, mimicking her body language as you grab your own glass, trying to ease the anxiety still lingering at the back of your throat. “i’ve been here for a couple months. i’m a medic”

over the course of the next forty minutes, abby surprises herself with how easily she gets sucked into a conversation with you. you were a great listener, an intriguing story teller, and most of all, you were genuine as you spoke.

you, on the other hand, were pleased to discover that the most feared woman on the base was, in actuality, an introverted bookworm who truly didn’t seem scary in the slightest.

and as the clock read 3:22 am, the two had already forgotten of their initial distaste for the bar, for the crowd, and for the drinking. you were so immersed in conversation you almost didn’t notice that your shift started in only thirty minutes.

you quickly rise to your feet and begin gathering your belongings. “shit, sorry abby” you apologize swiftly and she raises an eyebrow. “my shift starts in thirty” you add guiltily and she nods her head.

“right” she replies softly, and for a moment you notice a slight pink hue on her cheeks, “sorry, lost track of time. h-how long is your shift?”

you shrug your jacket over your shoulders and turn to face your new acquaintance. “i’ll be off around 4”

“oh. oh” she replies quickly, instantly furrowing her brows. “that’s a long shift”

you chuckle at this. “yeah. i’m used to it, average night in the infirmary” you say simply, but she doesn’t seem to amused.

“right well.. i’ll see you around?” she asks with wide eyes, getting up from her seat as well.

“yeah” you say with a warm smile, “i’ll see you around”. you turn on your heel and leave the bar, redness flooding your face the second you’re out of her view.

. . .

from the moment you stepped foot out that door, abby was floored. it was rare that she’d ever say more than a quick hello or “may your survival be long” with anyone other than her close circle of friends, but something about you intrigued her more than she could put to words. something that clicked in her brain the moment you slumped beside her. and when you talked, god there wasn’t a single awkward lull or gap it was all so… natural. knowing herself, and how difficult she can be when it comes to meeting new people, especially in that sulking mood she had been in that day, this was saying a lot.

you had not left the mind of abby anderson since that night, which was approximately 2 and 1/2 days ago. that was until this exact moment. now, you were the last thing on her mind.

as she crouched behind a crumbled countertop of a gas station, her partner danny laying pale faced, gripping his bleeding thigh, she really thought she was a goner. arrows and bullets rained on her surroundings as the hoard of scars pushed closer to her.

she raised her pistol over the counter but was left with only the hollow click of an empty magazine as she pulled the trigger. “shit!” she groans as she pulls her body back behind the crummy cabinets.

abby had had close calls before but not like this. she couldn’t help but face palm and throw her gun to the ground, truly unsure if these were her last moments. her mind flicked to your face once again and she huffed.

it’s her fault. she couldn’t help but think. not in a malicious way, but in a scolding herself manner. you had distracted her, it was true. and as she let her brain get hazy with the thought of meeting the new medic, she hadn’t noticed how cornered she’d become.

abby pinches her eyes shut, trying to think of something, anything she can do to save her ass, when the sound of new shouts and bullets dropping ricochet within the building.

she snaps her head up and sighs heavily with relief as several WLF trucks tear through the warehouse. after a few short minutes of combat, the soldiers wipe out the scars easily, and abby emerges from the rubble.

she swipes her hand under danny’s back and hauls him to one of the trucks. “gunshot to the thigh.” she grunts as she hoists him up, informing the soldiers that gingerly place him on the bench.

abby takes a seat at the edge of the truck and finally takes a moment to breathe after her exhausting shift. her inhale is quickly cut short as a blurred motion catches her eye.

crouched at danny’s feet with a first aid pack strapped across your back, you are too preoccupied to notice abby’s presence behind you, let alone her dumbfounded expression.

there you were, in all your glory, comforting the sobbing soldier as you cut away the material around the wound. under normal circumstances, she’d be thrilled to see you, but right now, she looked as if she blew a fuse.

you hear your name called from behind you, but the gentle tone quickly turns sour as you hear a “what’re you doing out here?”.

you whip your head around, brows already furrowed at the accusatory sentence. your eyes soften as they are met with a familiar face. “abby” you smile, choosing to ignore her angered expression. “are you alright? any injuries?”

abby’s jaw slacks slightly as you scan her body for any wounds. “n-no i’m fine but, what’re you doing here?” she asks, more demanding this time.

“i uh-” you snap your head back to danny’s injured thigh as you reply, still confused by the way she was talking to you. “i’m just tagging along today to help out. y’know? normal medic things” you wait for a moment for a reply, but when you’re met with silence you add a bit on. “he’s really lucky actually, bout a centimeter to the left and the bullet would’ve hit his femoral artery-”

“what the hell do you mean you’re tagging along?” she interrupts quickly, her frustration now clear in her voice.

you turn back, your face a bit red now as you return her annoyance. you didn’t know what she was on about, but you weren’t having it. “listen whatever this is, abby, nows not the time, i’ve got work to do.” you reply coldly, shocking even yourself with how quickly your dynamic changed.

abby was taken aback. granted your kind and gentle demeanor from when you’d met those nights ago, this side of you was vastly different. although, she supposed she didn’t have much room to talk.

she plops beside danny so she can meet your face as you continue your work. “look i’m sorry i came across like that” she begins tightly, her eyes darting everywhere but meeting yours, “but i need you to explain to me why exactly you’re out here, because you shouldn’t be.”

you scoff a bit as you sanitize the soldiers wound, shaking your head. “you’re really great with apologies” you remark sarcastically and she scoffs back.

she mumbles your name in a warning manner before repeating her question “why are you out here?”

“i already told you” you purse your lips, “they sent me out to help with any injuries on the field.”

“who? who sent you out?” she demands.

“i dunno” you huff and turn to face her, eyes completely unamused. “whoever makes the damn schedules?”

abby sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. before turning to another soldier. “jeremy? why the hell do we have a medic on patrol?”

your eyes flick between the two of them as they conversate as if you aren’t even there. “i’ve been wondering the same thing. apparently Isaac’s been sending a couple of ‘em out. trying to minimize our losses” the soldier responds with a shrug.

“well he’s gonna maximize them if he keeps sending out medics who are untrained in combat” she barks, taking her anger out on the entire truck of soldiers.

you frown and speak up. “funny you’d just assume that i’m untrained in combat” you retort, but immediately regret it, and snap your jaw shut.

“w-well are you?” abby questions quickly, a bit of her worry dissipating from her eyes.

“well… no i’m not” you answer with eyes down and abby groans.

“god am i gonna give isaac an earful tonight” she mumbles in annoyance and you can’t help but feel all the more insulted. who the hell does this girl think she is? she was so kind a few nights ago, so humble. and now? now she was exactly the person you’d expected her to be. controlling and egotistical.

you can’t bite it back in time as your reply slips out, your tone a bit more harsh than intended. “i can take care of myself anderson. i don’t need you babying me”

“oh i’m sure you think that” abby curls her lip as she speaks. she hates that she’s acting like this, hates that she’s taking issacs bad decision making out on you, but she couldn’t help it. she was angry and you just didn’t get it.

and though you would never admit it, she was right. you weren’t like the soldiers out on this patrol, you didn’t have their training, their skill, their resources. but you had already had so many slip ups in just your couple months at the base. you sure as hell couldn’t afford to say no to your assignments. and right now, you were paying the price of neglecting your weaknesses.

not only was the girl who you had adored meeting flaming you for these decisions, but the sting in your lower back had only worsened. as the trucks had pulled into the warehouse only ten minutes prior, you made the mistake of exposing yourself just a little too much, and were now left with a bleeding gash from the arrow you had painfully ripped out.

maybe from desperation to prove yourself, or just pure stupidity, you found yourself tossing the arrow out the truck, concealing the bloody wound with your first aid pack, and swallowing back your pained grimaces. you would deal with it when you got back.

like red hot lasers in the back of your skull, abby bored her gaze into your head as you bounce from soldier to soldier on the crammed truck, tending to any wounds you could.

you knew that she was watching you, but you didn’t have it in you to speak to her again. while her intention was most definitely out of concern for you safety, you didn’t see it that way. you were strong, you were capable, and you could handle a simple patrol. you didn’t have time to argue with the brick wall that is abby anderson.

as you hunch over to wrap gauze around a soldiers ankle, you couldn’t help but let out a small grimace at the feeling of your waistband rubbing painfully over the gash in your back. your face, for only a brief moment, scrunches in pain before you quickly regain composure. you resume the task at hand, assuming no one had noticed your moment of clear discomfort.

but oh. did you assume wrong

you hear abby’s voice call your name from behind you, but this time her tone wasn’t firm, it was gentle, and concerned. “yeah?” you respond hastily as you bandage up a woman’s shot hand. suddenly you feel the weight of your backpack gently eliviating from your shoulders, and you whip your head back to face her.

“what’re you-” you start frustratedly before being cut off.

“your back” she spoke sternly as she dropped your bag on the floor and placed her large hand on the small of your back, pressing down hard. you jump slightly at the pressure, jolts of pain shooting up your spine.

“yeah i know” you attempt to brush her off and continue with your work, but she holds your firmly in your place with another hand on your shoulder. “i’ll deal with it back at the base, don’t worry about it”

she scoffs beside you and her mouth turns to a scowl “don’t worry about it” she retorts, “what even did this? an arrow?”

“yeah” you reply before turning back to your patient and mumbling “just keep pressure on it until we get back”, so you could deal with abby’s questioning.

“jesus you see, this is why you shouldn’t be out here!” she yanks you away from your work, gingerly as to not hurt you anymore, and pulls you onto the bench. “just” she begins with clenched teeth “sit still for a minute. we’re almost there”

abby pulls up the material of your shirt to reveal your wound, and lets out a hiss. she grabs a piece of gauze and covers it immediately. it was bad.

“what are you some kind of idiot?” she seethes, and immediately regrets letting that word leave her lips.

your mouth twitches to a frown, unable to generate a witty comeback. she was right after all, and you hated it.

as the truck pulls into the base, abby yells out to those checking us in “we’ve got four injured” before turning her attention back to you. as she climbs out of the truck, she flips around and holds her arms out, guiding you gently down onto the ground.

you land on your feet softly, and promptly begin walking to the infirmary, the meddling soldier following closely behind. “hey s-slow down” she calls with urgency as she stumbles a bit to catch up with you. “you shouldn’t be moving so much with an injury like that.”

before you can open your mouth to protest, you feel a firm hand slide across your upper back, and hook around your ribs, hoisting you up slightly as you walk. she takes your fingers in her hand and slings your arm over her shoulder, taking nearly all your weight off your feet. you turn your face to her with a slacked jaw, but she stops you. “don’t. we’re almost there”

as you enter the infirmary and she props you up on an open bed, it doesn’t take long before a medic is by your side, stitching your wound. “we’ve got it from here” the medic nods at abby and she inhales sharply, stepping away from the bed.

you watch with a narrowed gaze as she floats about the room, checking in on injured comrades, fist bumping the occasional patient, and eyes, ever so often, meeting yours.

and as abby had lingered in the infirmary as long as she could, frequently scanning your face for any sign that the stitches were too painful or the blood loss too heavy, she finally turned on her heel to approach the stubborn medic she had met at the bar.

“how you holding up?” she questioned with a gentle smile, shifting her weight to one leg. it was clear her demeanor had switched, or at least, she was trying to switch it.

“i’ll be good as new in a couple more stitches” you smile tightly as the medic finishes. “am i cleared to go back to work?” you ask the doc. after receiving a nod of approval, you hop to your feet and grab your bag from the floor.

“wait now hold up,” she cuts you off and puts her hand up in protest. “you lost a lot of blood, you need to rest up” she says with a curled lip.

“abby-” you shake your head, already growing annoyed at where this conversation is going. “i am fine.”

“no don’t abby me.” she mimics your tone before continuing “and you’re not fine, you need to just.. take a minute to rest”

“this place is swarming with injured soldiers,” you begin to walk away from the girl, “a medic can’t afford to just take a minute”

“well i-” abby looks at you with a blank stare. she wasn’t used to her orders being ignored. she was a person people followed, and in most cases, treaded lightly around. this was unfamiliar territory. she clears her throat and straightens her posture as she continues “i’m your superior, and i order that you rest” she cringes at her own statement, but at this point, she’s run out of ideas.

you look at her with a raised eyebrow, before you let out a light chuckle “my superior” you shake your head “well my apologies” you say sarcastically as you pull rubber gloves onto your fingertips.

abby was appalled. never in her time in the WLF had she been spoken to like this. in any other circumstance, she would be fuming. but it was you, and shit she had already snapped at you far too many times today.

she couldn’t help but mentally face palm herself. when she had met you, she wasn’t the abby she was being right now. she was kind, and friendly. she would talk about movies and old coins. she wasn’t the grunt soldier who sharpens her knives while barking orders. she wasn’t the abby that you needed a proper scolding from.

“i- excuse me?” she musters up her toughest voice, but you’ve had enough.

you snap your head towards her in frustration, “listen abby” you narrow your eyes “i appreciate your concern, for the most part, about my well being, but i really need to concentrate on my work”

she looks like a kicked puppy as you brought your eyes to hers. abigail anderson, top scar killer of the WLF, being brushed off by a newbie medic. her ego was beyond bruised, and you could see it.

she should have yelled at you. should have screamed that you were disrespectful and needed to follow her orders. she should have humiliated you in front of the entire infirmary, demanding that you go home until you finally gave in. but she didn’t.

“uh- right” she brought her hand to behind her neck as she stepped back. “i’ll uh.. leave you to it”

before you could blink, the soldier was walking out the door with clenched fists and a face hot with embarrassment. your cheeks are red with annoyance and you scoff as you grab your med kit and storm to greet your first patient.

you regretted being so snippy, you knew abby only had your safety in mind. and as you glided from patient to patient, swallowing the occasional pain med, you would lift your eyes hoping to be met with abby’s blue ones.

but they never did.

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