Title: Love is Forever II: Alternate Universes

Plot: Each of the couples in the first one set in an alternate universe. I own no songs and only own Nolee, Zacharia, Kaia, and Meghan.

Warning: Rated T like the last one. I may do one that's more mature.

Randy/ Nolee

Desperado- Johnny Cash

In the west there is no room for mistakes. Yeh either live by doing whatever yeh can or yeh die because yeh didn't. And I have lived my entire life by following my own rules. And in return people have learned to fear the name Nolee Lacroix. All in due reason.

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now.
Oh, you're a hard one,
But I know that you've got your reasons.

I can feel the heat of the blazing sun beating down on me as I ride into the small Texas town of Batesville. I've been travelling for days looking for this place. I've heard that a tournament goes down every October a quick draw tournament. Twenty five competitors go in, only one comes out. The prize is $10,000. I could do a lot with that kind of money. I get off my horse and tie him to a post outside, my black duster blowing in the wind. I smirk as I enter my destination: The Rose Saloon.

These things that are pleasin' you,
Can hurt you somehow.
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy,
She'll beat you if she's able.

Men sit around tables, playing poker and drinking. A young man is playing the piano as a young woman sings. I saunter up to the bar and smirk, "A bottle of yeh best whiskey please."

The bartender looks up from the glass that he is cleaning, "Yeh sure about that little missy? Whiskey is a mighty powerful drink."

I nod, "Sure as shit."

Know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
Now it seems to me, some fine things,
Have been laid upon your table.
But you only want the things that you can't get.

The bartender merely shakes his head as he gets me my glass of whiskey. I start drinking as I scan the length of the bar. One man captures my eye. He has to be at least 6'2" and weigh about 200 lbs of solid muscle. His skin is a natural tan color, probably from working on a farm, and a black cowboy hat sits on top of his head. But it's his eyes that captivate me. They are a piercing gray color, full of life and mystery.

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger:
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home.
And freedom, oh freedom,
Well, that's just some people talkin'

He looks up at me and smirks, swaggering over. He leans against the bar and smirks, "What is a pertty girl like yeh doing in a bar like this? Shouldn't yeh be some place nice?"

"Obviously yeh don't know who I am." I smirk.

"I don't. My name's Randy Orton. I'm the best gunslinger in Texas," he smirked, revealing a gun at his side.

"I'm Nolee Lacroix," I smirk, "the best gunslinger in Tennesse." I move the side of my duster, revealing my gun.

Your prison is walking,
Through this world all alone.
And don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow, the sun won't shine

"Well I'll be damned," Randy laughs, "I reckon yeh here to win the tournament?"
"That I am," I nod, taking another sip of my whiskey.

"Well I'll look forward to beating yeh," he laughs, crossing his arms. I can see the wonder and

danger in his eyes. I hope he doesn't die to soon.

"Beatin me?" I ask, stepping closer. "Girls are always better gunslingers than boys. We're more agile."

"Then why has a girl never won this here tournament?"

It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling,
Goes away?

"Problem is most of the girls who have ever competed had enemies who cheater. I'm use to yeh male types tryin to work yeh way into my pants. It doesn't affect me," I smile. Truth a the matter is, I'd let Randy take advantage a me in a heartbeat.

"Really?" Cuz yeh smile is attracting me," he charms. I can feel myself starting to melt at the tone in his voice. We're only inches apart.