These are for the Drabble Tree Challenge over at Mag7Land. It was a ton of fun, but definitely a challenge considering I had to base all of these drabbles off of 1 sentence from the drabble directly above it in the "tree" as it were. So yeah, technically 5 sentences here are not mine. Those are marked in bold.
Magnificent Seven the show isn't mine either. Thanks for bursting my bubble about that btw.
1.
"A love letter? For you?" Buck laughed, and Ezra joined in, as if it were merely a practical joke. Buck eventually lost interest and wandered off, leaving the letter on the table. Ezra quickly unfolded the paper, made sure the letter was unsigned, and couldn't hold back the sigh of relief.
Li-Pong was his secret, her letters his personal spot of peace in the wilderness. Perhaps some bright day in the future, he could bring her home, but for now, he was content to love and be loved by her from a distance.
Preferably in as much anonymity as was absolutely possible.
2.
Mary watched by the bedside, clutching her husband's hand. He wasn't getting better; he knew it, and so did she. She sat there, rocking their little girl in her lap. That the children knew it too was somehow hardest to bear.
"Mar… Mary… The children…" He tried to speak, but lacked the strength. She managed a smile and brought his hand to her lips.
"It's alright, they're all safe. You saved them. They're safe, I promise," she answered. "I love you." She'd always love him. His eyes fell closed, and she made him one last promise. "Your name will go down in history as a savior."
3.
Buck didn't want to die, but he figured he hadn't much choice with his leg pinned and trappin' him there in the bedroom. He coughed under the wet blanket over his head. He could feel the heat; hear the creak and snap as the fire roared.
Least they'd managed to get Sarah and Adam out in time. If Chris had agreed to stay that last night… Hell, it didn't bear thinkin' about.
Chris called his name, and Buck could hear hurried footsteps over the blaze.
"Go, damn it!" Chris couldn't die, too; his family needed him.
"Like hell! I'm gettin' you out, Buck."
4.
There was a woman living here once: old and wiry, prickly and loving, tough as nails and yet so very gentle with her honorary grandkids. And just about every other kid in the territory, he thought wryly. Even those already grown but still just scared little boys at heart.
She was gone now. Finally at rest like she'd never been in life. Finally home.
He missed her still. She deserved that rest; God knew he couldn't wish out of heaven. But damned if sometimes he couldn't still see her waiting there inside, sitting in that old chair. Opening his eyes, he stepped into the house, cherishing the memory.
5.
"You… you… Ugh!" With one last stomp that landed dangerously close to a rather tender part of the man sprawled out at her feet, Casey spun around and stormed off, muttering under her breath all the way. J.D. could only watch from where he had fallen in the middle of the dusty road. Damned if he wanted to admit it, but this time, he probably should have listened to Buck. He groaned at the thought and let his head fall back to the ground with a thud.
He was never, ever going to admit to that. Buck's ego didn't need anymore inflating.