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Somewhere, there is a road. It is by a field. In that field, there is a leather tent.

In that field, also, there are some raptors. You've seen Jurassic Park? Those raptors.

Except that they're dead. Obviously dead. The word 'zombie' might be applied without being too insane.

And also in that field, in that tent, is Miki, who is sleeping peacefully and unaware of the zombie raptor doom about to wake him sharply.

UT-OHS.

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Miki knows that sound - he's frowning, turning to stare at the car, trying to figure out who's on it and who they're targeting.

The boomerang takes down a final raptor and he lifts his hand to catch it and tucks it into its sheath, sliding low to move through the tall grass towards the car.

Ai-Ling is the last person to finish with her raptor, in a few large sword sweeps that bring it down mostly as a consequence of defending herself against claws and teeth.

She prods the corpse to make sure it's dead before looking up at the tent (leather, water-tribe style, remains of a fire and dinner prepared in the same style), processing the way two of the creatures died (bomerang), and finally really looking at the man trying to creep up on the car.

Her heart skips a beat, but she follows quietly.

Jordan isn't moving just yet, eyes sweeping the field around them critically.

She's not getting off the roof of the car until the grass around them stops moving.

Miki reaches the edge of the field, where the grass gives way to the embankment of the road, and frowns up at her.

"Thank you." He's still wary, especially because she has a gonne, but she did just save his arse - he may as well be polite.

Ai-Ling stands behind Miki, not saying anything yet because she can't find her voice and doesn't trust herself to say anything without making a prat of herself.

She just wipes the blade of her sword and slides it home in its sheath, aware that Jordan can see her, and that Miki might not even know she's there, yet.

Jordan glances at him, only half-aware since she's still looking over the field. But he's given a nod.

After she's finished, when she's satisfied, her posture relaxes and she sits back to start to disassemble the rifle.

This is about when she notices Ai-Ling, the look on her face, and how much she isn't moving. Jordan lifts an eyebrow, catches Miki's gaze, and nods behind him.

As soon as the nod happens, Ai-Ling makes herself relax, dropping to a casul stance and looking over the camp disdainfully.

"Lucky we came along. What kind of idiot camps on his own in hostile ground without setting predator traps?"

The kind, apparently, who stares at her in disbelief for a couple of seconds, and then in slowly-dawning understanding, and then in pure delight.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks up at the car, innocent. "Some of us need to sleep sometimes," he remarks, apparently to Jordan. "You should tell your friend to be nicer."

omg it's Ai-Ling! it REALLY IS!

The banter, their postures, the looks on their faces before looking at each other...

Jordan smirks a little, amused, and stays crouched on top of the car, settling her chin on top of the rifle's handle.

"Your husband?"

Ai-Ling rolls her eyes, like she hasn't been telling Jordan quite how awesome Miki at every opportunity.

"Don't know why. If I'd known he was going to get eaten by chickenlizards I'd've left him to it."

She comes forward, still talking to Jordan, but draws to a halt near Miki.

Miki yawns obnoxiously and regards the sky thoughtfully. "I had to marry someone. We all make bad decisions."

He edges a little closer to Ai-Ling.

Jordan rests her chin on the rifle, sighs at the both of them, and arches an eyebrow, like she's waiting impatiently.

It's ruined by her small, amused little smirk.

"Worst decision of my life, anyway." Ai-Ling tells Jordan.

Her hand finds Miki's, and tiny little fingers lace in amongst his big strong ones.

"So, Jordan, this is Miki."

Miki waves with his free hand, grinning bright enough to shame the sun. "Pleasure to meet you, Jordan," he says warmly, squeezing Ai-Ling's fingers with delight. "Pity you had to bring this one along."

He uses the hand-clasp to pull her closer, in against his side.

Jordan nods, still smirking at them and starts to unfold from her crouch. "I think I'll take Journey for a walk," she begins, utterly conversationally as she starts putting the pieces of her rifle away. "A long one," she adds.

And nods back over the hills behind the car.

"Over there."

"Oh, yeah, that's right, leave me with shorty."

Ai-Ling despairs of Jordan, if she's just going to abandon her like this. She shakes her head and sighs, then turns on her toes, pulling down to make Miki bend over.

"Just cause Journey likes really long walks..."

Then she clamps herself onto his face.

Miki likes Jordan.

He also likes Ai-Ling and face-clamping. Quite a lot, really. Enough not to say anything for quite some time.

He knew it! He knew she was here! He knew she'd be here all along!

Also, Miki is a big mature grownup man and would never get teary-eyed from joy or anything ever.

The thing about Ai-Ling being so tiny and Miki being so big - she has to climb half way up him to kiss him properly, wrapping her legs around his waist comfortably.

But when she stops, she grins at him through tears of her own, then wipes his away.

All the sarcasm she needs is in her eyeroll.

Miki tries to bite her nose, leaning back to counterbalance her weight on his hips.

"Hi, you."

He nose is perfectly biteable, when she lets him, just before sinking her head against his shoulder.

"Missed you."

If she doesn't look at him it doesn't count as admitting weakness.

"Wanna go in the tent?"

"Yes," Miki says, wrapping both arms around her and crushing her tight against him. "You, too. Don't know why, though."

He's already pushing through the long grass towards the tent, with no intention of putting her down.

Their voices fade into the rustling of the grass.

It's a perfect day.

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