Warnings
Chapter One
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A/N- This is my first Tombstone fic. Sorry about any mistakes, historical or grammatical. No one's perfect.
Doc Holliday rolled over onto his stomach and gave a half-hearted grunt of discontent into his pillow. He was uncomfortable. But why? He blinked for a moment until his brain began functioning well enough to start registering why he had awoken.
...I'm cold.
Being from Georgia, he was used to a perpetually warm climate. In fact, Doc had seen snow only snow a few times in his life. A couple had been when he was a child and the winter had been cold enough for the rain freeze into snowflakes on the way down, though they melted upon touching the ground. The one other had been when he was at a town up North during winter. That had been an experience. Two o'clock in the morning is not the ideal time to have your first experience ice skating, especially with a pitch black street and an uncanny amount of bourbon in your blood.
Though no one had been around to witness, Doc still felt of pinch of embarrassment at the memory and this caused his brain to start.
Why is am so cold? This makes no sense. It reminds me of when I was in Dakota for a brief period and there was ice and...piss. The weather has turned cold here just like there. It probably has snowed as well. Yes. That is it. Undoubtedly there will be a repeat of the Ice-Skating Incident tonight.
Doc voiced his unhappiness to his pillow once again before his was hit by the obvious.
Wait a minute...this is Arizona. It doesn't get cold or snow in Arizona.
Doc woke up fully and looked around. The late afternoon sunlight gave the bedroom he and Kate shared at the hotel an orange glow. It would soon be time to head over to the Oriental and begin his nightly routine of cards and alcohol. Doc, focusing his attention on the aforementioned Kate to wake her up, at last saw the reason for his problem.
Why, my Hungarian Devil, you have stolen all the blankets...
Virgil Earp had just turned from locking up a stoned Cowboy who had been shooting his revolvers at innocent townsfolk when a rock flew through his window, shattering the glass and sending Virgil after his gun. A survey from the porch revealed no probable culprit, and he went back inside, thinking it to perhaps have been some rambunctious kids with a slingshot. As he picked the rock up, however, Virgil noticed it a scrap of paper tied to it with a burlap string. The note read,
"KEEP YOUR LUNGER FRIEND AWAY FROM THE ORIENTAL IF YOU WANT HIM TO LIVE"
After he checked for any indication of who had sent the note, Virgil cursed under his breath. He may not have know who the unknown note sender was, but Virgil did know one thing. He would need Wyatt's help if there was any hope of keeping Doc away from the Oriental and his livelihood.
A/N- I'll continue if you like and send reviews. Cheers.
