Alrighty, first fic on this new account, also first Borderlands related fic. I was pretty much hooked on these two from the start and so this series encompasses 5 interactions between them, set throughout the game. The first few are quite short, the final two will be longer, and the last chapter will likely have 'M' rated content, we'll see. ;)

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Commencement

Staggering through the large metal doors and into sweet, sweet atmosphere, Athena doubled over with one hand gripping her knee and the other her gun. She took two deep breaths, and as her body moved further away from blacking out, her vision cleared enough for her to look around. She straightened, studying the cramped storage entrance of the blonde woman's compound. It was austere with-

The woman.

Athena's gaze focused as the blonde turned back around to check on her.

"All good?" she asked, all smiles, big arm gestures and voice coated by a thick Elpis accent. Athena nodded, and somehow, the blonde's smile grew larger as she brushed the hair from her eyes. Athena took the chance to assess her. The woman had a height advantage, but was toned rather than muscular, seemingly friendly and unarmed.

Not a threat.

If she became one, Athena was confident she could easily take her.

"Nice to meet ya. I'm Janey Springs, junk dealer," she punched one hand into the other to punctuate her statement. "Who're you?"

Janey.

For some reason, having a name to put with the face, made Athena take a second look at the junker. Short blonde bangs hung over a headband and framed a grease-smeared face. She had high cheekbones, a defined jaw line and dark eyes with a piercing gaze that was barely masked by her optimistic demeanour. It suddenly occurred to Athena that Janey was probably what most people would consider attractive.

Said attractive person raised their eyebrows. Athena's nostrils flared and she covered her slip-up by pretending to catch her breath.

"I'm Athena," she stated, panting a few times for effect.

Janey bought it, or rather didn't comment, and studied the assassin for a moment, her gaze slowly moving down Athena's body and then quickly back up. Athena almost didn't notice, still trying to process the confusing thoughts she'd just had. Janey bit her lip,

"Well hello," she spoke in a voice that was definitely sultrier than it had been a moment ago. Athena shifted uncomfortably and stuck out her free hand for lack of a better idea. Her awkward, stiff fingers lined up to where Janey's grey crop top ended and her stomach began.

Her pale, hard, scarred stomach.

Janey's hand slipped into hers, calloused and warm. Athena drew in a sharp breath, quickly looking up to meet the junker's eyes as their hands shook. There was a cheeky spark in those dark orbs. Athena felt as if she were a book, being easily read by the tall woman before her.

She pulled her hand away, throwing up her defences. Janey shrugged, unfazed, and began walking deeper into the compound- or home? Was this a home?

Janey called to Athena over her shoulder, waving for her to follow.

Athena proceeded warily.