Damn Safety!
Summary: Dunno where this came from but Reno and Elena get into another spat and find out why not to have arguments in a jeep.
Disclaimer: I don't own…at least I don't think I'm an owner of the Turks
Reno was grousing, Elena was seething, as for Rude and Tseng, well they were trying and failing by a long shot to hold their laughter in. They were in the jeep, driving back to Midgar after a mission, Tseng and Rude in the front seats, Elena and Reno in the back…sitting as far away as possible from each other.
Inevitably an argument broke out between the two Turks, over something completely stupid mind you, but then again that was usual.
"Reno, in the name of the lifestream would you SHUT UP ALREADY!" Elena yelled loudly at the red head.
"Make me brat," Reno replied calmly back.
"HOW ABOUT I RIP OUT YOUR VOCAL CORDS OUT THROUGH YOUR ASS AND FEED YOU THEM YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Oh yes you would love to touch my ass now wouldn't you?" Reno quipped back.
Elena was shaking with anger, wanting to massacre that bane of her existence that was called Reno. Anger got the better of her and she threw herself to strangle the second-in-command.
The smirk that he held dropped off his face suddenly, bringing his arms up to protect his face he waited for the oncoming blows. Well…they didn't come.
While in mid-pounce the safety feature on the seatbelts kicked in and stopped her from committing that oh so desired homicide. Her fingers just an inch or two of Reno's throat. The expression on her face was priceless though, pure shock, disbelief and outrage.
"DAMN IT!" she shouted still pushing herself forward, trying to make the seatbelt move and let her throttle the red-head.
The red-head looked up in shock, it took him a couple seconds to realise what happened, then his maniacal cackle began.
Elena sunk back into her seat in defeat (AN: hey that rhymes) and glared at Reno wishing his demise. Falling back into thought again she swore in her mind, DAMN THOSE SAFETY FEATURES!