A/N: I don't know what gave me the idea but I thought up a cute Jack/Bonnie story just the other night while writing it down in my notebook. Just a two shot thing and it is fluffy or maybe just more romantic than it should but it is also a cute story (supposed to be anyway) and I hope that you readers out there are okay with the idea of Jack/Bonnie together if you don't than it is fine with me just don't read!

Drunken Fool

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Jack had slammed down one, two and eventually three to four shots of whiskey before the bartender could even pull the bottle away and tell him 'no more'. Jack was never the one to hold his liquor quite like his father; he'd always get drunk like right around two-to-three drinks.

These were shots though and he was as drunk as a skunk right about now. "Jesus!" he yipped after moving his way away from the bar but into a cute woman instead.

The blond woman gave him a hard glare before she shoved him back causing him to then fall right into a much bigger and much stronger man than he was. He didn't notice at first because of how inebriated he was but after the first punch to the face he was down on the floor just like that. Everything was silent dead silent. He remained lying on the ground in the middle of the saloon for some time now until a nice man came around and helped him stand back to his feet.

"Boy you must be careful 'round these parts." The cowboy patted the young man's chest before leaving him standing uncoordinated on his feet.

Jack reached up to tap his head since his hair had been blown all over the place and realized that his hat was missing. He continued to touch his head until he finally got it through his thick skull that it was gone. His father's hat was gone; it was missing. "Damnit!" he cursed nearly falling over into another aware saloon regular that this time wasn't too big.

He continued his search through the arrangement of tables, chairs including men and women. He found nothing and got a few shoves and smacks in return. The outlaw cursed again trying to stay somewhat stable on his feet but it just wasn't working too swell especially after he bumped into the wrong man again by mistake. He was the same man from before who had probably given him the cut lip and fractured nose. "You again!" the big hairy beer-bellied man stepped forward from outside the swinging doors and took the boy by the front of his jacket.

Jack's eyes were heavy and his mind was scrambled. Jack opened his lips only to make a stupid remark. "Yes it's me again!" he was almost caught laughing at his own sick excuse for a joke that only made the bearded man infuriated.

"You little prick!" the bigger man took first swing again and it wasn't fair. A few poker players from the corner of the room to the right of the saloon stood to help the drunken man; they too were just as small as Jack but managed to hold the big guy back long enough to calm him down. That wasn't working either. Soon the bartender himself ended up stopping the fight only making it worse for the beastly man didn't want to lose to a stupid drunk kid. "I will not let that bastard get away that easy!" his accent was so strong but sadly everyone around Thieves landing was the same; the same personality, same dirty looks and even same outlooks on everything.

It wasn't fair that Jack had to face all these men alone but it was his fault for inviting himself into such a scummy town.

Before long at all Jack was lying limp on the floor as the men that were trying to help him were now fighting off the man themselves; women and men from all over the place were screaming out bloody murder.

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After 20 minutes or so the unconscious drunk had opened his eyes only to find himself in terrible pain before even realizing that he was safe upstairs lying not so comfortably on a mattress that needed a complete trading in. "What the?" he stopped himself carefully guiding each leg separately off of the bed and onto the floor where he sat hunched with excruciating back pain.

"Shit!" he let another one slip as one of his free hands moved up to cover his forehead. The room was spinning and so was he. Being drunk was a horrible feeling but being hung over was just crazy.

Before he forced himself to get up and walk around a bit the door opened slowly and a lovely woman appeared but she wasn't just any woman. It was Ms. Macfarlane and she didn't look one bit happy to see him. "Who the hell do you think you are, Mr. Marston?" her southern drawl could be the death of young Jack for he had fallen in love with it ever since the first meeting with her all those years back with his pa'. Jack turned around to face her still hunched forward with one hand on his forehead and the other behind his back.

Bonnie's brows rose together as she tried her best to hide her smile. She closed the door tightly leaning her back against it. "What are you doin' here Miss and who are you to tell me who the hell I am?" he stomped his foot actually causing more pain that he'd expect.

The rancher didn't come here to argue or to fight with Mr. Marston but she did come here to teach him a lesson that unfortunately wasn't really getting through to him. "When Amos told me you were in Thieves Landing I didn't know what to think but after findin' you in the saloon passed out on the floor in a puddle of your own blood that was just too much. I even had to fight that man off downstairs just to make sure nobody gets hurt." She looked down at her bare arms and back at Jack across the room.

"You're a woman Miss why would you do such a thing I should be the one tellin' you to be careful." He pointed a finger her way as she neared the bed.

Bonnie sat herself on the edge of the mattress not even looking in Jack's direction; he was more stubborn than John ever was and it drove her half-insane. "Do you wanna' know what I had to go through to stop that man?" she definitely showed no signs of abuse but she did show sadness and a lot of anger.

Jack looked at her frozen in place. He took a quick gander at her neck and saw. She was a bit bruised from that cocksucker and it made Jack furious. "You-ah-you let him strangle you what the hell!" He inched closer toward her before sitting beside her. Bonnie shook her head; "No I didn't…well I did my best to keep him off and away from anyone else." She looked down at her sore hands as well as Jack. Jack stood up staring down upon Ms. Macfarlane.

"That man will pay Miss and I'll make sure of it!" he kept his eyes on her the entire time before she gave him a limp wave of her hand and headed for the door. "Stop bein' so stupid Mr. Marston that man is gone and besides I am a woman who can take care of herself." She didn't even bother to turn around and face him again as she reached for the door knob. But the quietness and stillness in the air caused the rancher to stop completely in her tracks. "You know you don't have to leave…Ms. Macfarlane." Jack's voice was quiet and squeaky but sweet and friendly. She shook her head. "I have a lot of work to do at the ranch but I will come by in the morning." She stated hoping now that this was her final chance of getting out of it before something regretful could occur.

"And I am not stupid Miss just stay and I will show you who's the stupid one." There was a crooked grin on his lips the very similar one to John's although Jack's was much more pure. Bonnie had no clue as to where this was headed and she didn't want to stick around to find out.

"Jack!" she hissed grabbing the door knob looking back at him with her other free hand on her hip. Jack stood carefully erect waving at her. "Come on I want to see how well you are in a fight since you said you fought off that man downstairs." Jack reminded and Bonnie let her hand slip from the door with a smile that meant more business than idiotic play time.

Bonnie brushed back a few strands of hair from her face and moved in closer just a little. "You are definitely John's son." She smiled to herself watching Jack and how his expressions changed.

He got into his fighting stance with both of his fists out in front of him. "There are no rules but I must warn you I was taught by pa' himself and I ain't no fool to mess with." He gave his hands a couple of shakes just to calm the nerves before the little rancher readied herself. She rolled her eyes at Jack's silly remark; there was no doubt in her mind that he was taught by John but for some reason she just didn't believe him when he said he was 'no fool to mess with' all it did was make her giggle a bit. So instead of arguing with him about that cute remark she just stood there with her hands on her hips like she was just waiting for him to make the first move.

"Well come on what are you waitin' for Mr. Marston?" her voice was smooth and almost whisper-like before he had actually thrown the first punch. She was indeed a major distraction in his eyes; she always was wherever he was or wherever she happened to be as well.

Bonnie got out of the way just in time to shove him from the back side and watch him nearly hit the door. He groaned because of the constant back pain from earlier but he wasn't going to stop until he showed her that he was a real man. He spun back around meeting her eyes; "That's all you got?" he got into position again and this time she made the swing but it almost got a chuckle out of him more than a beating. Bonnie Macfarlane wasn't a fighter she was a working woman. The only time she needed to use her fists was if she ever encounters a beastly man like Thomas downstairs but not a silly man like Jack.

"That was almost too cute Miss but not cute enough!" he made another swing and this time it barely missed her; Jack had actually got Bonnie in the face and she fell hard!

He was screwed! "Ms. Macfarlane I am sorry." He let his guard down until there was none left and as she lie there on the ground with a bloodied lip she smiled and got him good between the legs right when he was close enough.

She kicked pretty hard enough to even damage a few things down there but it really wasn't about permanently damaging it was just about kind of damaging now that things were getting serious. He dropped as fast as a dead fly onto the floor trying not to show many signs of pain. He sucked in his bottom lip and gazed up at the ceiling with weak eyes. "Oh god!" he cried out in a rootless manner rolling over to his side now and stared up just a bit and noticed his hat on the nightstand.

He tried to ignore the pain that had now begun to crawl toward his lower abdomen and he grunted. Bonnie stood up and wiped at her lip. "That was a pretty good hit Mr. Marston but I seem to have hurt you more." She walked over to him and extended a helpful hand. Jack opened his eyes and let his arms fall limp at his sides. "Th-thanks but you could've just punched me back." He stood up himself and Bonnie stepped back. His head was still a pain in the ass and so was his back but that wasn't what was currently on his mind as much as groin pain. She began to laugh at Jack watching him limp towards the other side of the room to make sure he was still okay down there.

"I am sorry I kicked you too hard I must've been in defensive mode." She stared over at the hat that was sitting on the nightstand. She picked it up and brought it over to Jack.

"I found this downstairs it would be a shame to lose this Mr. Marston." She was right; it was his father's hat and it meant more to him than anything. He took it from her and put it on. Bonnie got on her tip-toes and snuggled the hat closer to his skull; "There." She felt herself about to flush but managed to keep it away as she backed away from Jack.

"You should get that nose checked out Mr. Marston it could be broke." She noticed the dark bruise on the bridge of it and it was also a tiny bit swollen which wasn't a good sign. He played with it before letting out a little cry. "That I should would you mind comin' with me ma'am?" he looked over at her and she motioned for him to follow. "Come on Jack."

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Leaving the saloon without being caught up in any more trouble the both of them walked over toward the Doctor's office which was the second floor of the Clothing store and entered very cautiously.

The doctor here was very friendly and it was a shame that the poor shopkeeper's had to make their money selling these dirty fools their good supplies. "Hello there, what can I do for you?" the older man made eye contact with Jack then the blond rancher beside him twirling his thumbs in small circles on the counter.

Bonnie handed him a couple dollar bills from her back pocket; "I think I only need some pain medication if you have any in stock mister?" she stepped closer to the counter almost leaning against it with one of her feet locked around the other from behind as far as Jack could see. The man bent over to check and luckily he had a few bottles left. "There you are ma'am" the kind fellow handed her two bottles of pain medication and she took them with a sweet smile.

"Thank you Mister." The two of them headed back for the door but the older man stopped them surprisingly. "Are you the Marston fellow who was makin' that entire ruckus with Thomas Gruel in the saloon?" he pointed a finger at the boy and he nodded.

"Sadly Mister, yes." He held his head down in guilt with the brim of the hat shielding his eyes. The man walked around the counter and stood before Jack a lot shorter. He removed his glasses only to wipe the lens. "Well Mr. Marston you must be careful 'round Thomas Gruel he's one hell of a man if you'd ask anyone 'round here they'd say the same thing." He returned to his spot behind the counter sorting a few things. Bonnie licked her lips and Jack scuffed his boots. "Thank you Mister I'd make sure to keep that in mind and thanks a lot for the supplies." He tipped his hat to the kind man and they were gone.

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It still caused Jack hell of a lot of pain to walk and Bonnie was still sorry for that. "We can take a carriage ride back to the ranch where we can get that nose of yours looked at." She led him to the waiting man on the buggy outside of town and handed the gentleman a good amount of money before they both climbed up into the back and shut the door.

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E/N: I don't know how I came up with this it was just something stuck in my head ever since playing Jack Marston in the game and I always pictured him being stupid when he was drunk…well there you have it there is a second part to this so don't go anywhere!