Authors Note: OK, this was inspired by reading one too many fics in which one of the boys gets injured in some way that would be all but impossible for anyone but them, and a fierce desire to protect them. It has yet to work.
Disclaimer: I own them not. In some distant universe to which I have not a way, I do, but it's not this one. Thus, I can not claim any of the love the boys are afforded, but I do own Kim, the girl. Do not touch her, or I will hunt you down and flay you alive. OK, maybe not, but there will be much pain if you steal her. Not like there aren't enough OFC's in M7 fanfic...
"Okay, here are the rules-
- You always have a cell phone, turned on, with charged batteries, and an extra battery on you.
-Travel in pairs at the very least.
-Keep an extra container of gas in the trunk
-Nathan, make sure you have every conceivable medication. No, I don't care if there's no chance of needing it- you will.
-Change drivers every three hours.
-Do not use Vin's Jeep. Take two cars. You'll need them.
-Do not trust strangers.
-Do not tell them your names. They'll know who you are and try to kill you.
-Do not try to trek through the wilderness at night. You'll fall off a cliff.
-Trust each other.
-Do not get anyone you don't know mad.
-Take your guns, licenses, and everything else.
-Make sure your cell service covers where you're going.
-Do not accept missions from strangers. I don't care how much you owe them or how bored you are- don't.
-Take several maps.
-I don't care how little the scrape, bruise, bump or scratch- go to the hospital. No "I'se fine"s, no "It's just a scratch"s. You go to the hospital, you call me or someone who knows to call me.
Check everything three times- bungee cords, gas tank, fuel pump, EVERYTHING. The zipper on your fly included.
-Disinfect water. Take your pills, keep food in its right place. I'm about to kill the guy who designed those hospital chairs.
"You got that?" The seven men nodded dutifully at the woman who was shorter than all of them, but surprisingly imposing.
Piling into two cars, after triple checking everything, Vin looked to Chris.
"Is it just me, or does this kinda take the fun out of it?"
"You are sadly mistaken, Mister Tanner. That odd feeling you are currently experiencing is called safety."
"You're right, Vin, it kinda does."
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