Tittle: Make a Choice Now
Word: Grapple
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: McCloud...what a player.


McCloud grappled with his decisions. He was a tailor by trade and was used to making tough calls. Designs, threads, each one was unique. But this was an entirely different deal. Money, fame, fortune? All he wanted though was for his wife's loyalty …maybe a few extra inches would catch her attention.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"You know," the faceless man grinned, "that's a truly original reason for selling your soul."

McCloud gurgled blood helplessly.

"Now, sonny, make a choice…"

Turned out, making choices got easier with time.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"Make a choice." Crowley grinned devilishly at the crossroads. He'd made the right decision all along.