I do not own Justified or any of its characters. I'm just playing with them for my own amusement. I also do not own Rise of the Guardians.

This was written while I was really sick and sleeping on my couch in between watching kids movies and chick flicks.

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Clearly Tim had been out of his mind when he told Raylan to move in with him instead of trying to get his own apartment. Raylan had exactly four boxes of stuff to move from the motel to Tim's and those four boxes were already causing the sniper to twitch. Before Raylan moved in, Tim's apartment had been spotless and almost looked unlived in, then slowly as the week went by that whole image changed. It had been a nice feeling, knowing that a few of Raylan's books were on his shelves and his clothes in the closet. Then Tim had noticed some of those clothes not making to it a hamper or sitting clean and unfolded in a laundry basket next to the bed. A half read, dog eared book was left lying on the coffee table and dirty dishes stayed in the sink until Tim got sick of them and put them in a dishwasher.

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Raylan wasn't as clean of a person as Tim was and he was the first to admit that, but he honestly couldn't understand why Tim cared whether Raylan's shirts got hung in the closet or stayed in the damned basket next to their bed. It didn't make sense to Raylan at all, but when he started noticing the twitchy expression the sniper got every time something wasn't perfect, he knew it was time to either try to talk to Tim or start trying to learn to put everything away. The choice was obvious and when he got home that night Raylan made sure to not only hang up all his clothes, but also scrubbed the kitchen until it would have passed the strictest of inspections. The pleasantly surprised look on the sniper's face when he saw the effort clearly made the boring chores worth Raylan's efforts.

And so they co-existed for a time, with Tim striving to accept that Raylan left the cap off the toothpaste and had a habit of chewing toothpicks to pieces and leaving small splinters on the floor because he also knew that Raylan was making an effort to keep Tim's apartment as OCD clean as it had been before he moved in.

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Raylan was so used to having to try and keep things clean because of Tim, he was shocked to come home from transporting a prisoner to California to see balled up tissues overflowing a trashcan next to the coffee table and a mess of blankets on the floor, where they obviously fell off the couch. A little confused at the unhygienic mess that was in front of him, Raylan moved closer and noticed that several of the DVD's that were usually in alphabetical order on a shelf were tossed on the coffee table and T.V. stand in a decidedly unorganized manner. Placing his hat in a place where used tissues wouldn't be able to touch it, Raylan made his way down the hall, towards the bedroom. He was just walking into the dark room when he heard a pitiful moan come from the bathroom. Any confusion he had quickly went away when he caught sight of a clearly miserable Tim, who was sitting on the bathroom floor staring at several colorful boxes of cold medication.

"Tim?" Raylan said quietly as he crouched in front of the clearly sick marshal, who jumped and looked at him with a pitiful expression.

"I'm trying to find a phone number for the companies that make this shit," the sniper murmured in a voice that was gravely from coughing for several days.

"May I ask why?" Raylan asked curiously while reaching out with one hand to take a box from Tim's hand.

"Gonna track them down and shoot whoever said it was supposed to work on colds," was the answer Raylan got and he had to laugh before standing up and holding a hand out to help his boyfriend get up off the floor.

"How about I find that number for you and you go to bed?" Raylan suggested in an amused tone that went over Tim's head because the sniper nodded and slowly made his way out to the living room, coughing the entire way. Raylan followed close behind him and when Tim crawled onto the couch, draped a few of the blankets over him. After getting a mumble that he assumed was a 'thank you', Raylan set to work cleaning up the mess that Tim's cold had left the living room in, knowing that Tim would have wanted it done.

He was almost done putting all the movies back in their correct places when he heard Tim sit up and ask in an almost childlike tone, "Will you watch a movie with me, Ray?"

Glancing over his shoulder, Raylan smiled at the adorable expression on Tim's face and nodded, pulling a random movie from off the shelf. He didn't really pay attention to what movie it was until he was putting the disc in the DVD player and saw the animated characters on the movie case.

"Rise of the Guardians?" he muttered quietly to himself, and was about to take it out and put it back on the shelf when he heard Time say, "I love that one!"

Raising his eyebrows at the oddness that was a sick Tim, Raylan put the movie in and headed over to the couch where Tim gestured for him to sit where he could be used as a pillow. Resigning to his fate, Raylan pressed play when the movie's menu appear and started to run his fingers through Tim's hair since he had easy access to it, the sniper having decided that Raylan's thighs were a suitable resting place. Raylan didn't quite enjoy the animated struggle that the characters on the screen were having, but he put up with it gladly because every once in a while a quiet giggle would slip from the sick male lying next to him. He didn't know exactly how far into the movie they were when Tim suddenly turned so that he was facing up and able to see Raylan's face.

"I want a bunny," was the completely unexpected statement that came from the sniper's mouth at Raylan's questioning glance.

"You want… a bunny?"

"Mhm, a little gray one that's fuzzy. Named something adorable," Tim explained with a small smile before he curled up again and nuzzled his face against Raylan's stomach, falling asleep shortly after. Not wanting to wake Tim up again, Raylan settled in and got as comfortable as he could sitting on the couch, forcing himself to catch a few hours of sleep as well.

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It took several more days and three boxes of medicine for Tim to feel well enough to go to work and Raylan to sleep easier at night. As luck would have it though, Tim's first day back at work had him sitting on a fire escape across the street from a bank that was being robbed. Of course Raylan had been inside, because it was Raylan's job to always be in danger of dying, and Tim had to watch through his scope, dividing his time between watching Raylan and watching the bank robbers. Being a sniper in the Rangers, Tim had gotten used to watching horrible acts happen through his scope and doing nothing until he was given the go ahead to shoot, but watching masked robbers beat on a fellow marshal/his boyfriend was probably one of the hardest. Tim had to keep his finger away from the trigger of his rifle more than half the time because he was afraid that he would just say 'fuck it' and shoot the men hurting Raylan. He couldn't of course, because the other robbers would shoot the hostages and Raylan would be mad and his pride would be wounded because Tim had to save him once again.

It took several hours and Tim watching Raylan getting his shoulder dislocated for the robbers to give up and submit to being arrested, but eventually the situation was resolved and Tim could scurry down from his post. He caught Raylan trying to sneak away from the scene and the paramedics that had been called and caught him by the good arm, dragging him behind a SWAT van to make sure he would survive to shoot someone another day.

"Tim, I'm fine. I just want to head home to shower and drink for a bit, 'kay?" Raylan said tiredly as Tim looked him up and down, eyes constantly going back to the bruised and bloody face he loved so much.

"Get checked out first, then I'll drive you anywhere you want," Tim nodded his head in the general direction of the ambulances, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when Raylan set his expression in his stubborn way.

"I don't want to and you own me a bit of nursin' and doctorin' from when you were sick. Nothing that happened to me can't be fixed at home."

Tim would have tried to argue a bit more but Raylan pushed out a split lower lip in a pout and the sniper had to hang his head and went to go tell their boss that they were leaving. He didn't look back at Raylan, who knew he had won and was grinning happily. Finding Art was easy and Tim quickly jogged over to him, interrupting the local SWAT leader.

"Hey Art, I'm taking Raylan home to sleep off that beating he took. He should probably get tomorrow off too," Tim said in an emotionless tone, not caring that the SWAT guy shot him a glare. Art quickly excused himself from his previous conversation and pulled Tim off to a relatively private space between two cars.

"You can take him home and tell him not to come in tomorrow," Art began, then gave his sniper one of those 'I know you're hiding something' looks before continuing, "But first I wanted to ask how your living situation is going. Letting Raylan move into your apartment was an odd move for you, Tim."

Tim easily managed to place a bored expression on his face and rolled his eyes before speaking. "He needed a place to stay and we tend to keep the same hours anyhow. Plus this way you know he'll come to work when he's got a hangover because I'm not goin' to let him hide at home and then have to do all his work."

Art's expression said he didn't believe a word that Tim had just said, but the man himself said nothing and waved off his deputy before walking back to the irritated SWAT guy to finish listening to the man bitch. Tim quickly went back to Raylan and motioned for him to climb into the Yukon Tim had gone to the bank in.

"Lucky you were with Rachel or you'd have a hell of a time driving home with that shoulder," Tim remarked as he pointed the Yukon towards their apartment, taking careful notice of how Raylan winced at every sharp turn and pothole that Tim hit on purpose. About halfway there Raylan figured out that the sniper was intentionally making the car ride as uncomfortable for him as possible and frowned over at him, though Tim wouldn't have seen because he was carefully not looking towards Raylan at all anymore.

By the time Tim pulled into his usual parking spot in front of the building they lived in, Raylan was pale and grimacing while carefully holding his injured shoulder with a hand. Though he felt bad about making Raylan more hurt than he already was, Tim didn't show it and went ahead to open the door and get the giant Raylan-Proof first aid kit from the bathroom. When the injured marshal had finally managed to get inside and shut the door behind him Tim had already started to unpack the kit on the coffee table.

"Sit down, Raylan."

Frowning again, Raylan sat down on the couch next to Tim and let the sniper start to roughly clean out the cuts on his face. Having been with Tim for a while now, Raylan prided himself on being able to figure out the snipers moods and emotions 95% of the time but it seemed that this was one of those 5% times because for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why Tim was being such a dick. So he decided to go out on a limb and ask.

"Hey Tim? Why are you bein' such a dick?"

"I'm mad at you," was the reply that was given through pursed lips.

Raylan nodded and fell quiet again, letting Tim finish cleaning the blood from his face. The sniper was equally silent as he finished with the other marshal's face and motioned for him to remove the button up shirt he was wearing. Raylan slowly complied with several winces and a muted groan until the shirt was on the floor and Time could see his shoulder. The sniper looked over the injury for a minute before sighing.

"What something to drink? Jim, Jack, we got some vodka around here somewhere too."

"You're seriously gonna ask that? You know I want Ji.." Raylan's words were interrupted when Tim quickly grabbed the dislocated arm and popped it back into the socket, causing a loud, pained noise to come from the cowboy. "What the hell, Tim? Warn me next time!"

The sniper gave him a 'you're an idiot' look before standing up and heading into the kitchen to grab Raylan's liquor of choice, commenting dryly over his shoulder, "It would have hurt more had you been expecting it."

Raylan gave him a glare that lasted as long as it took to receive the half empty bottle and take a long pull from it. Tim seemed unfazed by the glare and perched himself on the arm of the couch with his arms crossed.

"So you wanna tell me why you're mad at me, or are you just gonna keep bein' an asshole?" Raylan asked as he placed the bottle next to the pile of dirty gauze that was used to clean his face.

"You keep putting yourself in situations where you could die, Raylan. So I'm hoping if your pain is drawn out some more it might get through your thick skull and make you think next time you try to get yourself killed."

Something clicked in Raylan's head and he suddenly understood that he had once again worried and scared Tim and now he was reacting to the emotions he probably couldn't acknowledge when he was behind the scope of his rifle. Hanging his head a little, Raylan sighed and reached out to curl his fingers around the sniper's bicep.

"I'm sorry Tim. I couldn't let those assholes hurt innocent people, but I should have thought it through better…" Raylan sounded appropriately apologetic and Tim sighed while moving to take a seat next to Raylan, leaning against his good shoulder. Raylan turned his head to press his lips to Tim's temple, then smiled faintly. "Would a blowjob help?"

The smile turned into a grin when Tim slowly nodded and Raylan slipped to his knees in front of the couch, his good hand moving to unbuckle the sniper's belt. The belt was easy enough to get undone with one hand, but the rather tight jeans required Raylan to grit his teeth against the pain in his shoulder and use both hands to quickly get the blue material open and tugged down enough that he would have access to the part of Tim's anatomy that was hidden. One hand was quickly sent to work rubbing fingers over the front of Tim's boxers until a noticeable change was felt. Raylan pulled out the slowly hardening member and started to slowly stroke it, calloused fingertips making sure to brush over every sensitive area he had found out about over the past several months. It didn't take long for Tim to become erect and a partially muted groan slipped from the sniper. Raylan licked his lips before leaning over and taking the head into his mouth, tongue swirling around it once before he took as much as he could into his mouth quickly. Tim's hands flew to Raylan's hair and his hips bucked before the cowboy could pin them back with one hand. Raylan wasted no time and started to suck on the cock in his mouth at a frustratingly slow pace until Tim growled and tightened his grip on Raylan's hair, tugging some.

"Raylan…" Tim hissed through his teeth, hips trying to move against the hand pressing against them in an effort to get more satisfaction. Smirking, Raylan quit teasing the other man and let his torturously slow pace speed up to one that would appease Tim while still remaining comfortable for himself. Raylan made sure to take as much of Tim's dick into his mouth as he could each time he went down, occasionally stilling and swallowing around the sniper before pulling back and resuming his normal pace. Tim could only hold out for so long against the feeling of being pushed into Raylan's throat before he tightened his grip on the older man's hair, warning him of the inevitable end coming. Raylan made no moves to pull away so Tim came in his mouth with a loud groan, eyes snapping open when Raylan sat back, swallowed, and chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just noticing that you aren't vocal during sex until the very end," Raylan smiled and moved up to brush his lips over Tim's, one hand brushing through the sniper's hair.

Tim wrinkled his nose and pushed himself back into his pants and pulled them back up, but didn't bother with the zipper or button. He then reached out and gripped the collar of Raylan's shirt, using it to tug the marshal down into a deep kiss. He refused to let Raylan go until he was sure both of their lips would be swollen, not that Raylan minded, and once the cowboy was allowed to pull back for air Tim slid his hands down and interlaced his fingers with Raylan's.

"Quit almost dying, 'kay? It's messing with my head."

"No promises Tim," Raylan whispered with a small smile, then retook a seat on the couch to lean against Tim.

"Ass."

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The next day Tim had to go back to work and Raylan was forbidden to come with under the penalty of no sex for a month. So Raylan had to find a way to otherwise occupy himself and after watching three John Wayne movies in a row, ended up driving his Lincoln to a pet store on the other side of Lexington. The moment he strolled through the door an overly helpful elderly lady came over to ask if he needed help. He almost said no out of habit, but the southern boy in him won out and he flashed a grin while touching the brim of his hat.

"I need a rabbit. A gray one."

"You're in luck! We got a bunch of baby bunnies because of the spring season. I'm sure there is one or two gray ones in the lot," the woman said and took his arm, dragging Raylan towards the back of the store. "Getting your girlfriend a present?"

Raylan stayed quiet for a few seconds before smirking and shaking his head, "Nah, got a kid who said he wanted a fluffy gray bunny. Didn't have the heart to say no."

"How sweet!" the woman, whose name tag Raylan noticed said 'Lettie', cooed before reaching into a circular tank and plucking out two gray rabbits. She handed them to Raylan to look at, laughing at the expression on his face.

"Are they supposed to be so small? I'm pretty sure they aren't," he muttered, looking over the two bunnies with a poorly disguised look of curiosity.

"They're still young, they'll get a bit bigger, but it's not like they're going to be the size of a dog," Lettie said with an amused tone, hands reaching out for the rabbit Raylan held out to her. Raylan shifted the rabbit still in his hands to get a better look at his face, sighing when he saw its twitchy nose.

"Yeah, you're a Tim bunny alright. Gonna have to take you home now."

A cooing sound made Raylan look up to see Lettie smiling widely at him, one hand pressing against her chest over her heart. "Oh honey, you're just so cute with that bunny! Are you gonna be needin' a cage to keep him in?"

Raylan nodded and held the bunny against her chest as she motioned for him to follow her to another part of the store. He saw a ton of different cages, but before Lettie could start telling him about them, Raylan quickly pointed to a black one whose box had a rabbit on it. "I'll just get that one. And food, I guess."

Twenty minutes later Raylan was making a few trips out to his car, toting a rabbit cage, food, treats, and bedding. Then the bunny itself in a box, which he carefully buckled into the front seat, trying not to think about how he just strapped a box with a bunny in it, into a seatbelt.

"I'm going soft in my old age," he muttered before backing out of the parking lot and heading back to the apartment, where he spent the better part of an hour setting up the rabbit cage and watching the bunny hop around the living room.

"Alright bunny, time to go in your cage. I gotta get some dinner, 'kay?"

Of course the rabbit didn't response in a positive or negative way and Raylan sighed and ran a hand over his face before going to put the bunny back in its bunny home. He then pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through the contacts until he found a friend chicken place that delivered and pushed the call button. It was easy to place an order for a huge tub of chicken and biscuits, which arrived via a bored looking man who thrust the bag of food at Raylan before quickly leaving again. Not ten minutes later did the front door open and Raylan ran to intercept Tim before he could get too far into the apartment.

"Raylan, care to explain why you're covering my eyes?" Tim asked with an amused smirk twisting his lips.

"I have a surprise for you, but you have to promise to keep your eyes closed until I say so, 'kay?"

The sniper snorted but nodded, dropping his work bag by his feet as he waited for Raylan to give him the okay to open his eyes. There was a weird metallic noise before he heard Raylan's boots make their way back in front of him.

"Alright, open."

Tim wasn't sure what he had been expecting the surprise to be, but a fluffy bunny sitting in Raylan's hands sure as shit wasn't it. It took quite a bit of will power to school his expression into an emotionless one that hid the entirely amused look that wanted to be present.

"A rabbit."

"Yeah, a bunny. You said you wanted one a few days ago and I got bored today and thought that I'd go look at a pet store to see what they had. And they had this little bunny and he made me think of you, so I just went ahead and got him for you," Raylan rambled for a while, pulling the animal closer to him with every sentence that came out while Tim still looked at him with a cool expression. When the sniper still didn't twitch or look amused at all Raylan frowned and held the bunny protectively against his chest, a hurt look appearing in his eyes as he said defensively, "I don't care if you don't like him, because I'm keeping him here."

Time sighed and stepped closer, one hand reaching out to touch Raylan's, his fingers brushing the soft fur of the rabbit. "Raylan, I never said I didn't like him. I'm just amused as hell that you went and got a rabbit, then got attached to it. Can I see him?"

Raylan gave Tim another frown before handing over the bunny and pushing his hands into his pockets. Tim looked down at the bunny, fingers moving over its back slowly as it nuzzled against his chest. A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, which Raylan saw when Tim glanced up.

"I suppose he's cute, but since you bought him, you have to take care of him. A pet is a big responsibility, Raylan."

"Oh shut up Tim. You sound like my mother did when I brought home a kitten when I was a kid," Raylan muttered and pulled one hand from his pocket to pull the brim of his hat lower on his forehead. Tim blinked and smirked at the unconscious embarrassed habit that Raylan had, then went to put the rabbit in a cage he spotted in the corner of the room. He then went and slipped his arms around Raylan's waist, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you for the rabbit, Raylan. Even if I don't remember saying I wanted him."

Raylan gave an embarrassed wave of his hand before pulling away and heading to the kitchen to wash his hands before he started to dig into the bag of fried chicken. Tim followed his example and when they were both leaning against a counter with chicken in their hands, the sniper kicked out with his combat boots, hitting the side of Raylan's knee gently.

"What's his name?"

"Tim," Raylan said and went back to biting at the chicken.

"Pardon?"

"He's Tim the Bunny."

Tim closed his eyes to keep from laughing at Raylan. "Ray, you can't give my rabbit my name."

Raylan pouted a little and tossed the chicken bone into the trash bin before crossing his arms. "Then what's your bunny's name, Tim?"

"Sir Cuddlesworth." Tim said with a straight face, eyes daring Raylan to say something about the ridiculous nickname.

"I can live with that. If you agree to tell Rachel that you named your bunny Sir Cuddlesworth."

"It's worth it to hear you simply say the words 'Sir Cuddlesworth'."

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Rachel cracked up when Tim told her that Raylan got him a rabbit named Sir Cuddlesworth and it took over an hour for her to stop giggling every time she looked at either of her fellow marshals. Although it started up once again when Raylan emailed her a picture he had sneakily taken of Tim reading on the couch with the rabbit sitting on his shoulder. Her loud laughter made their boss curious and he came over to see what the fuss was. Raylan took the opportunity to tell Art that Tim made a bunny friend he named Sir Cuddlesworth and they were reading buddies now.

"Least I don't hand feed him vegetables like you do, Raylan," Tim said and pulled out his phone to show his own picture to Rachel and Art. Art raised his eyebrow at the phone before shaking his head and heading back to his office. Once he was sitting behind his desk, looking all boss-like and imposing, he called out for Tim and Raylan to come in there with him. The two exchanged a look before they walked in, Raylan shutting the glass door behind him.

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" Art asked with an upraised eyebrow. When Raylan opened his mouth to answer Art gave him a glare and said, "Answer that and you're fired."

Tim tried not to smirk as he sat down in one of the chairs in front of Art's desk, choosing to not stand next to Raylan, lest he piss off Art enough to start shooting.

"Alright dumbasses, listen to me. It's not against the law for marshals to be gay, it is the twenty-first century. However it is against marshal policy to hide relationships with other marshals. So either you two come out now and say you're dating and I can formally acknowledge it and get it over with or you two tone it the hell down and stop acting like fifteen year old girls with their first boyfriends. But know that if someone reports that you haven't told me about a relationship between the two of you, you'll both get in trouble and one or both of you will be transferred to other offices."

Raylan and Tim looked at each other before glancing back at Art, who was giving his 'I'm judging you' face. Raylan gave in first and adjusted his hat while quietly admitting, "Tim and I are dating."

"Raylan!" Tim sounded pissed as he shot a glare over at the other marshal, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair he was sitting in. "What the hell?"

Raylan looked startled for a second before a confused look crossed his face. "What? You heard him. He knew and neither of us wants to be transferred."

"You can't just decide to tell people without even talking to me about it first!" Tim hissed out before standing up and storming out of the office and back to his desk. Raylan and Art exchanged confused looks before Raylan moved to sit in the chair Tim had vacated.

"Apparently that was the wrong thing to do. Don't suppose I can take it back and say we're just friends and roommates?"

"No, you can't. But I will say I was not expecting that reaction from Tim. I know you two were trying to keep it quiet, but that was a little extreme. Should I be worried about him?" Art looked appropriately concerned as he looked out at the bullpen where Tim was moodily flipping through a file and ignoring Rachel.

"He's been all pissy lately because I keep getting hurt. I'll figure something out, 'kay?" Raylan said and when Art nodded, he started towards the door. He had almost completely left the office when Art called after him.

"Oh Raylan. We got an anonymous tip that Boyd Crowder was blowing shit up in Harlan. Why don't you take Tim and go see what's what?"

Raylan immediately grinned at the thought of getting to arrest Boyd again and nodded before going over to his desk and grabbing his car keys.

"Hey Tim, Art's sending me down to Harlan and said for you to come too, so I don't shoot too many people."

The sniper shot his boss a glare before he dropped the file he had been going through and getting up to follow Raylan to the elevators.

"Alright, I'm coming. But I'm not talking to you."