Red vs. Blue Femslash

Title: Everybody's Changing
Author: anneapocalypse
Characters/Pairings: Katie Jensen/Volleyball
Length: 2700 words
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: None
Summary: Even after the war, Chorus is always in flux. It's a changing world out there. Sometimes you need a constant.
Notes: Written for rvbrarepairweek ! Set post-season 17. Same continuity as "Hopes & Fears," and kind of a happy sequel to "Over," though you don't need to read those first.

It's chilly this morning, and Katie Jensen rolls out of bed and pulls on her old gray hoodie before even putting her glasses on.

It's silly to keep wearing it, maybe, when it's so worn out, and she really needs to figure out a way to patch the elbows, one of which has worn clean through. She could get a new sweatshirt. An offworld import would cost an arm and a leg, but they do have textile production on Chorus again.

But it wouldn't be this hoodie. Faded and pilled, with ragged cuffs and split seams, the drawstring from the hood long gone. Once bright red, the lettering on the front has worn away to a faint shadow: ARMONIA MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY.

It's the one thing of her own she still has from before the war. And as ragged as it is, the heavy knit fabric hasn't lost all of its warmth. Pulled over a long-sleeved shirt, it's still cozy and soft and comforting.

And sometimes Katie just wants something old and familiar.

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Title: Over
Author: anneapocalypse
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Characters/Pairings: Katie Jensen/the volleyball player
Length: 562 words
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Summary: Katie and her girlfriend just want to be finished with war.
Notes: Written for Femslash February.

Katie’s under the hood of a car when it happens, which is pretty normal for her. Not even a military vehicle this time. An actual civilian car that managed to survive the war, and which Matthews brought in to see if she could fix it up. And she can. She definitely can, if she can just get the parts. You can still find plenty of junkers and abandons, too broken down to salvage whole, but still with some functional bits if you know where to look.

She comes home home with grease still under her fingernails, keys into the apartment she shares with Sarita in downtown Nova Armonia. Small by most standards, she supposes, but after so many years in mining barracks, it might as well be a palace.

Sarita is glued to the TV as Katie comes in, taking off her boots in the door and going to the kitchen sink to give her hands a more thorough scrub, but then— “Katie,” Sarita says, and the tension in her voice stops Katie in her tracks.

“Sarita,” she says, “what is it?”

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