Disclaimer: I own zilch, nothin', nada.
Matt couldn't help but smile as the doors to the ambulance slammed shut.
"That's what makes you that guy."
"That Guy" was supposed to be McClane; he still had a hard time applying it to himself. True, he had helped solve this mess, but he'd helped start it, too. Even if he hadn't meant to.
I guess I did save Lucy. But I can't believe I killed that guy. But I couldn't have just let him kill her.
His thoughts quickly veered to Lucy. She was cute. Okay, maybe cute wasn't the best way to describe her. Her personality was way too similar to her dad's to ever be described as cute. Gorgeous, spunky, fiery, even mean would be a better fit. But God she was hot. Inside his head a battle waged.
When I looked at her she was looking at me too.
She was probably just making sure he dad wasn't going to pass out or anything.
But what if she wasn't?
John would kill you, man.
So what if I don't care?
Are you telling me you don't value your own life?
Of course I do. But he wouldn't actually kill me..would he?
C'mon, you saw the man kill like fifty people today!
Shit.
Find a better swear word, would you? You use that one way too much.
Matt shook his head. This was way off topic. The morphine was making him totally light-headed. Not in a bad way, though. He felt very happy, giddy even, despite knowing he should feel anything but. The entire nation was currently in disarray, who knows how many people died today, he'd just been through multiple assassination attempts, shot in the leg, his entire apartment and everything he owned, including all of his computers, was blown up, and he was currently smitten with a girl who's father would probably be out for his blood if he came within ten feet of her. This was shaping up to be a very strange Fourth of July weekend.