Sick(A Crow Hogan One Shot)

“You’re up early.” I heard Yusei say as he came down the stairs.

“Couldn’t sleep.” I said not looking up from the screen.

“Why’s the door open?” I groaned inwardly hearing Crow ask that. Of all people to be up early this morning, he had to be one of them.

“It was too hot in here.” I said shortly, fingers moving a mile a minute as I typed away.

“Are you sure it isn’t just your room?” Crow countered looking over my shoulder at what I was doing.

“It might have been.” I bit back, “That’s why I came down here. Now buzz off, I can’t concentrate when I have someone looking over my shoulder like that.”

Crow muttered under his breath at me before turning and making himself a cup of coffee.

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention fully back to the program at hand, until a cool hand touched my blazing forehead.

“I don’t think it’s too hot, Marcy.” Yusei told me removing his hand from my face, “I think you have a fever.”

I laughed lightly, “Yusei, when do I get sick?”

“Apparently right now.” He told me and crossed his arms, “Save what you’ve done and go upstairs, you need to rest.”

“This program has to get done.” I corrected.

“Marc,” Yusei started.

“No.” I cut him off, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, please.”

I heard Yusei sigh as Jack came down the stairs. There was about a minute of silence before I was grabbed by two sets of hands and hauled up.

“Hey!” I yelled at Jack and Yusei as they tried to carry me away from the computer and up the stairs, me struggling the entire time, “I told you I’m fine.”

“Then stop struggling so we can see!” Jack ordered.

“Screw off!” I snarled at the blonde, only fighting them more. I felt their grips begin to slip and their hands loosen.

“Crow?” Yusei managed out.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The red head said as he made his way over and took Yusei’s hold on my legs. Crow wasn’t afraid of being rough with me in my current state, and held on much harder. I wasn’t going to get my legs free until he wanted to let go.

Yusei then grabbed my right arm out of Jack’s grip, hanging on with both hands. Jack readjusted his grip too. Now my way out was completely gone.

“Oh, come on!” I yelled again, “This isn’t fair!”

“You aren’t feeling well so why should we let you get your way!” Jack snapped back at me.

“I’m not sick!” I yelled back.

“What have I told you about the level of noise in here!” Zora roared slamming the front door open, “What are you doing?” She then demanded seeing the three of them attempting to haul me up the stairs.

“Sorry, Zora.” Yusei told the old woman as he readjusted his grip on my arm, “Marcy isn’t feeling well, and she’s too stubborn to go back to bed on her own.”

“I’m not sick!” I yelled again, “And I’m not going back to bed it’s way too hot up there!”

“Then open your window!” Jack snarled at me, pulling the rest of us up stairs.

“I did! It didn’t help!” I told him.

“Well,you shouldn’t over exert yourself either.” Crow snapped at me.

“Since when do you care!” I snarled at him.

“Oh would you two please stop!” Yusei ordered as we made it up stairs to the living/kitchen area.

“No.” I snarled, “This is all going on against my will! Why should I cooperate?”

“Because life would be so much easier if you would just shut up.” Crow snapped.

“Take your own advise every once in a while would you!” I bit back.

We were just entering my room now and I was almost free of Jack’s grip when I got thrown on the bed. I shot up into a sitting position, ready to chew the three of them out when Zora entered the room with a bag of things.

“Open your mouth, Marcy.” She ordered as she took things out and started setting them on my nightstand.

“I’m not sick.” I told her seeing all the bottles she had with her.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” She told me turning to face me holding a thermometer in her hand, “Or do we have to do this the other way?”

I growled to myself but took the thermometer from her and stuck the thing under my tongue for a minute until she pulled it out.

Zora looked at it with accusing eyes as Yusei, Jack and Crow all stood by the side of my bed with their arms crossed.

“You have a fever.” Zora concluded.

“Hate to say it, but I told you Marcy.” Yusei said. There were no heat in his words, but I knew Jack and Crow were not impressed.

I sighed, “So now wh-”

I was cut off my Zora shoving a spoon of disgusting tasting liquid into my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but the woman glared at me and ordered me to swallow it. I did as I was told, shuttering as it went down.

“Now you need to rest.” She told me, “Maybe in a couple of hours you can eat something gentle on the stomach too.”

“I don’t have a stomach ache.” I told her.

“Well you haven’t exactly told me any symptoms you do have, now have you?” She accused.

“I’m not sick.” I insisted, “I just feel hot and have a headache, it’s normal this time of year.”

She sighed, “Like it or not Marcy, you are sick. Your body needs rest in order to fight it off. It’s not a weakness to get sick from time to time, you know. It means your body is working right. So try not to strain yourself, alright.”

I gave a sheepish grin, “Sure.”

“Is she going to be the only one here today?” Zora asked turning to the boys.

“No.” Crow told her with a sigh, “I got the day off.”

“Great.” I groaned, “I get to spend all day with you.”

“Well, at least you got a new job.” Yusei said to Jack as they entered the garage through the front door.

“Isn’t she supposed to be in bed?” Jack questioned the red head sitting on the couch below him. He was referring to the raven haired, green eyed girl who was currently curled up napping in front of the computer. She was using her arms as a pillow and snuggled down quite nicely.

The red head in question moved his hand that was at his head, which was holding an ice pack, before turning to the two men who had just walked in revealing to them a newly acquired black eye.

“Don’t you think I know that?” He hissed at the blonde, “But she woke up about two hours ago and was muttering on about the program she had to get done, but non of it made sense. I tried to get her back to bed a couple of times, and when I got more aggressive she gave me this and yelled at me to leave her alone. She finally passed out about thirty minutes ago.”

“She must have been delirious from her fever.” Yusei said going over to the raven haired girl and placing his hand on her forehead again, “She’s still really warm.”

“Yeah, and it gets better.” Crow said sarcastically, “I got a call from work. I’m not going in tomorrow either. Please tell me one of you have the day off too so I don’t have to be with her again.”

“Sorry, Crow.” Yusei said apologetically as he carefully picked the girl up in a piggy back fashion, “I’ll take her up to her room.”

“I just started today.” Jack told the red head.

Crow sighed as he placed the ice pack back on his injured eye. He was not going to have fun tomorrow.

I felt something cold on my forehead as I came out of my slumber. I didn’t even remember falling asleep after Zora gave me the medicine and everyone else left.

I tried to sit up, still feeling dazed, only to be gently pushed back down to a laying position. The wet cloth that had been on my forehead had fallen and was repositioned where it should have been.

I followed the hands of the one who was taking care of me, looking up the arms I was expecting to see Zora, or Yusei, or even Jack. But I was very surprised to see Crow Hogan sitting at my bedside caring for me.

“Crow?” I asked in disbelief.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked be leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

“I feel a hell of a lot worse than I did yesterday.” I told him kicking the covers off of me, “It’s still too hot up here.” I sighed, “What happened to your eye?”

“You don’t remember?” He asked with his eye brows raised.

I shook my head.

Crow just sighed and shook his head as he waved his hand a little in front of his face, telling me silently to forget about it.

“You hungry?” He asked after a couple of minutes.

I shrugged a little bit, “I guess.”

Crow said nothing as he got up and left the room. I pulled the cloth off my head and used it as an opportunity to use the bathroom.

When I was done I sat back down on my bed and pulled the blankets back up around me, there was a sudden chill in the room. Hardly a minute later, Crow came back in the room with a bowl in his hands. He handed it to me without a word and sat back down in the chair.

I took a bite of the oatmeal he made for me.

“Thanks.” I said to him not looking up.

“I’m just sorry it’s plain, but I know you don’t like sweets so…”

I shook my head, “It’s good.”

We sat in silence as I ate. After a few minutes I worked up the courage to ask him.

“Did I do that?” I asked gesturing to his eye.

He shrugged.

“Sorry.” I said.

“You were in a feverish craze, it’s okay.” Crow said as he took my bowl and stood up leaving the room, “Now go to sleep!”

He didn’t leave any room for me to say anything else as he closed the door and walked away. I was left there feeling horrible for what I had done. It was obvious from the way he had acted.

Yet with the weight slowing finding its way to my eyelids and muscles I also knew the only thing I could do was lay back down and try to sleep.

“You’re so stupid.” I heard as I was laying down in my bed. I was in the ambiguous state between awake and asleep. Yet I knew I was hearing this, I chose to just lay there and pretend to be sleeping. The owner of the voice, I already knew, wasn’t exactly happy with me.

“Calling me in here in the middle of the night, knowing I actually have to work tomorrow, and all the while you’re sound asleep, jeez.” He said with a sigh. There was a moment of silence before I heard movement, I had at first assumed he was going to the door to leave, but I was proven wrong when I felt my bed creak under a new weight.

Crow had layed down beside me, my back was close to his chest, not quite touching but almost due to the close proximity my bed allowed for. I felt myself quiver at what Crow was doing.

I heard him sigh from behind me before I felt an arm fall over my side.

“First you’re too hot, now you’re too cold. I get you’re sick but can you please pick and extreme and stick with it.”

I could only lay there and not say anything, we were friends, and while this wasn’t odd for any of us to do it felt weird this time.

I heard Crow sigh again and I was pulled closer to him.

“As much grief as I give you, Marc, I really hope you’ll get better soon. I miss seeing you happy everyday.” My eyes shot open, was he really saying what I think he was saying.

“Don’t think I’ll ever have the guts to tell you when you’re awake, but, I love you Marcy. Not like a brother, like when we were kids, but you know.”

Crow nuzzled his face in the back of my neck, he was completely relaxed at the moment.

Yet all the while I could only think how stupid he was. What could he see in me? He knew how damaged I was, and while he took it in stride it still changed how he looked at me. He knew how sarcastic, and introverted, and cold, reserved, and, at times, moody I could be. Yet he still chose to fall for me.

I turned over to face him, yet instead of looking at him I turned over and buried my face in his neck so he couldn’t see my face.

“You’re an idiot, Crow.” I told him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he stiffened, “But you’re my idiot, you know that?”

Crow said nothing as he wrapped his arms around me, cradling my head against his neck.

“Shut up and sleep.” He muttered.


Family Feud(Part 18)

I stood in the pouring rain watching the waves roughly lap up against the shore. I stood a few feet away from it, just watching.

“What are you doing out here by yourself!?”

I looked behind me using my peripherals, it was Killer.

“Thinking.” I said shortly.

“Ceerie.” He started as he advanced towards me, “You’re exposed right now. And after the stunt we pulled, others are looking for your head. Why are you making it easy on them?”

“I’m not.” I said keeping my stare on the water, “I just needed some time to think, okay.”

“And you couldn’t do that in your room or something?” He asked placing a hand on my shoulder and turning me to face him.

I looked up at him, “The sea makes me feel at peace.” I told him, “It’s soothing, and it’s not stuffy like the mansion is. I can breathe out here. I feel like the ocean brings me strength when I need it the most, okay.”

“Are you doubting yourself?”

I looked down at the clumpy sand under my boots.

“I don’t know.” I answered, “I know exactly what’s going on, but I feel like everything is spinning out of control because of me. I want to do a good job with the family like my dad did, but I feel like I’m losing who I am in the process.”

Killer hooked a finger under my chin and forced me to look at him.

“You’ve always known what to do.” He told me softly, “And if nothing else I trust your instincts.”

“That’s another thing.” I admitted, “You haven’t spoken to me outside of orders since we, you know.”

Killer’s hand dropped, “I’m not sure how to approach it.”

“Was it a fling?” I asked him, “Was it a one time thing, or did you actually mean what you said when you told me you loved me? Cause I need to know this now.”

“I love you, Ceerie.” Killer told me, everything in his voice told me he was telling me the truth.

“I love you too, Killer.” I replied, “I’m glad to know you feel the same way, for sure.”

“Right now I think that’s a back burner kind of thing.” Killer told me.

I nodded, as much as I didn’t want to agree with it.

“There’s too much going on right now. As long as you’ll wait, I’ll hold out too.” I told him, wanting nothing more than to stare into his beautiful eyes.

“I’ll wait as long as I need to for you, Ceerie.” Killer answered, “But for right now, we need to get you inside. If something were to happen to you it would put all of our plans in jeopardy.”

I nodded and started walking back home. I wanted to reach out and grab Killer’s hand to hold in my own, but I knew it would not be socially acceptable now. We were going down the hill now, the house in site, I lost my footing because of the mud and slid as a white hot pain sprang from my right temple. I faintly heard the familiar sound of a gunshot ring out in the rainy air as my back hit the mud. Killer cried out.

I felt a sticky substance on my forehead slowly being washed away by the rain pounding down on me, along with a dull ache where the flaming pain once was. I knew what was going on. I had been shot.

“Ceerie!” Killer cried on his knees next to me.

“Pretend I’m dead.” I ordered lowly.

His hands went to my face to inspect it as he whispered.

“What the hell are you talking about!?”

“The person who shot me is likely still around to make sure I’m dead. Now do it!”

Killer didn’t hesitate after that.

“No!” He cried out after a second and looked around as if expecting to see someone there. He then quickly scooped me up bridal style, cradling my head against his chest as he ran full pelt to the house.

The second we got inside he slammed the door and yelled for Law.

“Trafalgar!” He yelled again.

“What-in the hell!?” Law said coming out of the office, Benn, Lucky, Yasopp and Hawkins not to far behind after that out burst.

“Long story.” I winced, still in Killer’s arms, “But I got shot, I think I need stitches.”

“Get her up to her room.” Law ordered Killer before turning to Benn and saying, “I need gloves, a sewing needle, dental floss, sterilizing alcohol, and if possible a hit of morphine otherwise general painkillers.”

Benn nodded and ran off to get Makino and the supplies. Killer rushed me up to my room and layed me on my bed before running into my bathroom to grab a face cloth to try to slow the bleeding. I took it from him and pressed it to my temple.

“Thanks.” I said to him.

“No problem.” He said sitting next to me, “How did you know to play dead?” He was nervous.

“I slipped in the mud.” I told him, “It was a fluke I lived. If I had gotten up after that, they wouldn’t have missed again. I thought you of all people would know that.”

He looked like he was about to say something but my door swung open and Law came barging in along with Makino and Benn.

“Outside.” I ordered Killer, “You’ll only be in Law’s way.”

Killer nodded and left.

“Morphine won’t be able to get here in time, Ceerie-ya.” Law shouted from my bathroom where he was scrubbing his hands.

“Then do it without painkillers.” I told him, “I can’t afford to be out now.”

“Alright,” Law said coming out of my bathroom and sliding on gloves, “But it’s going to hurt.”

“Remember who you’re talking to.” I growled at him.

Law just chuckled as he threaded the needle with the dental floss to give me stitches.

“Well, at least it wasn’t unprovoked.” I said putting the paper down as Law finished wrapping up my head.

“You’re missing the point, Ceerie.” Benn sighed at me.

“I’m on the top of everyone’s hit list.” I finished for him, “Believe me when I tell you that I know.”

“Alright.” Law said, standing up straight to signal he was finished, “Just take it easy for the next little bit.” He then handed me some aspirin and a glass of water.

I popped the aspirin in my mouth and downed the water after sitting up.

“Thanks.” I said placing the glass back on the bed side table.

“You have a high pain thresh hold.” He told me taking off his gloves, “I’m impressed.”

I rolled my eyes and took a couple deep breaths before standing up. I was only a little dizzy.

“What did I just say about taking it easy!” Law growled at me as he placed his hands on my shoulders and tried to force me to sit down.

“I have things I need to do right now, Law.” I told him, pushing off his hands, “I can’t just stay in bed all day because someone tried to assassinate me.

Law looked taken aback by what I had just told before he submitted, “Alright, but take it easy.”

“I will.” I assured him as I carefully stepped around him and made my way out of my room and down to the first floor and to the Archives. Work had to be done.

What If It Were Real?(Part 13)

“Okay!” I groaned hearing the all too familiar voice of Mykhayla behind me. After what transpired the other day, I just wanted to be left alone.

“What?” I snarled at her.

“I have a couple more ideas I think you should hear.” She grinned at me.

I groaned again, wanting nothing more than to fall face first into the vast sea in front of me. I would prefer it to rejection again.

“Plan N. Night walk!”

“No.” I moaned.

“Plan O. Optimism.” She said, “You need it.”

I just growled at her.

“Plan P. Pick up lines.”

“Hell no.”

“Plan Q. Questions or request.” Mykhayla said, “You know, ask her.”


“Plan R. Romantic picnic.”

I blew a raspberry at that idea.

“Plan S. Shark watching.” She smiled, “There is a 90-10 chance she’ll like you for it.”


“Plan T. Training. Train with her.”

“Already do.”

“Plan U. You ask her.”

I growled again. This time more animalistic than before.

“Plan V. Wait for Valentines day and tell her.”

I sighed at that and got up from my seat on the railing, prepared to just walk away from this stupidity.

“Plan W. Walk with her.”

I was beginning to walk away now.

“Plan X. Excite her!” She called after me. I just kept walking.

“Plan Y. You confess!”

I was almost at the front of the cabin now, getting ready to turn the corner and go inside.

“Plan Z. What you think is best then.” She said, gaining my attention finally.

I paused and looked back at the blonde.

“Then I’m giving up.” I told her, “If after all that she still hasn’t gotten it. I don’t think it’s because she’s that dense, but because she doesn’t feel the same and just doesn’t want to hurt my feelings.”

And with that I turned the corner and entered the gallery before going down the stairs to my room.

“Come on, Killer.” Kidd moaned, bored out of his mind, “It’s one stupid girl. She’s not worth it.”

“Easy for you to say.” I countered the red head, “Anytime you’ve ever wanted anything you just went ahead and took it, not caring about what anyone else would think. I actually want her to return my feelings.”

Kidd just laughed at that.

“That girl has made you soft.” He grinned, “What ever happened to my first mate who’ll chop of a guy’s head and feed it to their imprisoned crew mates?”

“He’s still here captain.” I said in defeat, “But he’s heart broken.”

“Then,” Kidd said leaning towards me with an evil smirk on his face, “How about we do something to take your mind off of that.”

I just looked at him like he was an idiot.

“Let’s hunt down some marines.”

I sighed, but knew it would help.

“I didn’t know that.” I said looking up at Wire, “And you’re sure it’s in the next couple of days?”

He nodded down to me, “Killer’s birthday is February 2nd. He doesn’t like people knowing about it because he finds birthdays pointless. But I think at the very least it would be nice to make him his favorite meal.”

I nodded with a smile on my face.

“I just wish I could tell you what it is.” Wire apologised.

I shook my head, “I already know. Now all I have to do is get it done.”

“Mykhayla.” I called out to the blonde as I dished out pasta onto plates.

“Yes!” She called poking her head into the kitchen to see what I wanted.

“Can you please call everyone for dinner.”

“Kay!” She said and ran off to let everyone know.

I was just starting to pour the sauce over top as everyone hurried to the table, wondering what concoction I had made today. They had all smelled the aroma of my tomato sauce and were all but floating forward to find out what it was all day.

Mykhayla and I served the pasta to everyone at the table. I placed a plate in front of Killer and said:

“I hope you enjoy. And, happy birthday.”

Before going and eating my own.

“I want seconds!” Half the room called after about five minutes. I got up and started collecting plates to fill them up again.

“Coming right up guys.” I said as I passed Killer’s chair.

“I think I’m in love.” I heard as I was just passing the blonde.

Something made me stop and drop all the plates that I had in my hands.

“Captain?” I called.

“What?” He asked confused looking at the mess I made on the floor.

“May I be excused?”

“Uhh, sure?”

On that note I bolted out of the Gallery and down the stairs, down the halls and right into my and Mykhayla’s room, burying my head some pillows.

“Kidd! What did you do!?” I called to the red head sitting at the head of the table.

“I didn’t do anything!” He snarled at me, “The witch just up and dropped everything before wanting to leave!”

“Are you sure you didn’t say anything!?” I demanded, “Nothing about her hair? Her clothing choice? Her, something?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He snarled back.

“Are you 100%, absolutely, certain!” I growled.

“Yes! Now go figure out what the hell’s wrong with her!” He ordered.

“That’s what I’m doing!” I yelled at him.

I stared up at the ceiling thinking about what I just did. I completely over reacted! He was referring to my tomato sauce. I think. It doesn’t matter. I just up and dropped all those plates for no reason, made myself look like an idiot in the process. But what he said. What Killer said, seemed to stick out at me.

He and I were pretty close, all things considered. And how he’s been acting the past little while. The random complements, the flowers, the necklace, and that stupid song. Why would he write me a song and title it ‘Rebel Love Song’?

I sighed. These were all things that a guy would do if he liked a girl, but there was no way in hell he liked me. I was sarcastic, and bad mouthed, and I didn’t like taking orders, and I’m not easiest person to get to know. Why the hell would he like me? What the hell would he see in me? Or am I just over thinking and over analyzing this completely?

I sighed and sat up. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Killer to like me. I mean he was really cool, and smart, and funny, and strong. He was never mean to me, he never raised his voice. He was kind, despite his outer pirate appearance. Not to mention, from what I’ve seen, he isn’t bad looking. I would even go as far as to say attractive.

“Torri, can I come in?” I heard Mykhayla whine from the other side of the door.

“It’s not locked.” I told her.

“Yay!” She said softly as she opened the door and strolled in, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” I said honestly, “I’m all confused.”

“About what?” She asked and sat next to me on our bed, “I can tell you a thing or two about being confused.”

“Killer.” I said staring at the floor.

“What about Killer?” She asked.

I shrugged, “Just, Killer.”

“Is it something he said?”

“Kinda.” I said, “But also how he’s been acting the past little bit.”

“Like how?” She asked.

I shrugged again, “Just weird.”

“How weird?”

“Just weird okay! I don’t know.”

“So what was it that he said?”

“I’m not even sure he said it, okay. I might just be completely over reacting.”

“About what?”


“Are you sure?”

“I don’t know! We’ve kinda covered this!”

“If you tell me what it is I could probably tell you if he said it or not.” She encouraged.

I shook my head, “No, you’ll just be mad at him then.”

“Why would I be mad at him?”

“Because if he didn’t actually say what I thought.”

“I couldn’t get angry at Killer.” Mykhayla told me with a smile, “I was actually angry at Kidd when you took off like that.”

I sighed, “I thought I heard him say, ‘I think I’m in love’. But I’m not sure.”

“You are very correct.” Mykhayla to me.

“Okay, now did he mean the food or me? That’s what makes me confused.” I admitted.

“Could he maybe have meant both?” Mykhayla suggested.

I shrugged, “I don’t know. What would he even see in me?”

“Torri you are beautiful, smart and you can hold your own in a fight. On top of making a mean spaghetti. What more could he want?”

I rolled my eyes at her comment, I think she was just telling me this to make me feel better.

“Whatever.” I said.

“The only way to truly know is to ask him.” She told me.

I rolled my eyes again, “Yeah, and risk him thinking of me as any more a freak or weirdo? No thank you.”

“But the only way you can resolve your feelings is by knowing the truth.” She said.

“You know something I don’t know.” I accused.

“All I know is what you both said, but it’s up to you guys to figure it out.”

I rolled my eyes and turned my glare to the wall. Now she wants to be secretive and selective with what she has to say, great.

I took a deep breath as I made my way down the hall. I had to confront him or be forever in this constant state of wondering.

I paused in front of the door and knocked three times, waiting for an answer.

Killer opened the door and seemed a little surprised to see me standing there.

“Hey,” I said a little nervously,”You got a minute?”

He nodded and moved to the side to let me come in. I entered, he closed the door behind me. His room had light blue walls, a dark oak desk on the wall adjacent to the one with the door. He had a simple oak bed frame with a double bed and grey blankets and sheets strewn about on it. There was a book shelf jam packed with books on the wall opposite to the wall with the desk, and an oak wardrobe on the wall across from his bed. His entire room was littered with book, stacks of them everywhere. Some where left open on the floor or his desk or on other stacks of books. There were some scrolls of what I assumed were maps and a few rough sketches to the ship. The only wall decorations his room had were above his desk, a wanted poster of each of the crew who had one, all the most current ones. What surprised me, was mine was next to his.

“So, what’s up?” He asked taking a seat on his bed.

I looked at him before averting my eyes to the floor.

“Don’t think of me stupid for asking this, okay.” All Killer did was cross his arms over his chest and wait for me to continue, “What did you mean last night when you said ‘I think I’m love’?”

He just stared at me for a second, “What do you think I mean?”

“I don’t know.” I answered, “At first I thought you might have just meant the food. But then I was thinking about how you’ve been acting around me the past, like, month and everything you’ve done. And I thought, stupidly probably, that maybe you weren’t just referring to the food but maybe me as well. And then, Mykhayla said that I didn’t hear you wrong and that I should come and talk to you about it. So…”

“Maybe I do like you.” Killer said dryly, “But the real question should be do you like me back?”

I looked at him a moment before replying, “I’m going to say this, and if you make fun of me for it, or the rest of the crew catch wind of this and make fun of me for it I’m giving you food poisoning, understand?”

He nodded, but said nothing.

“Yeah. I do kinda like you. I just never thought you would ever feel the same way about me.” I told him averting my eyes from his form.

“I never thought you would like me back either.” Killer said standing up from his bed and making his way over to me, “But I’m glad you do. I was beginning to think that you knew I liked you but you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I didn’t know you were trying.” I admitted, “Maybe next time you could just come right out and tell me.”

Killer visibly winced at that, “Okay.”

“Good.” I wrapped my arms around his middle pulling him into a hug. His arms went around my torso holding me there.

We stayed like that a minute before I decided something else needed to be done.

“So now that we’re together, I think. As my partner in crime, how do you suppose we work our magic to make Kidd and Mykhayla realize their feelings for each other?”

“Don’t ruin the moment just yet with those two, please.” Killer asked.

I said nothing but closed my eyes and enjoyed being this close to him.