A/N: Don't ask about the title of this chapter just read and hopefully enjoy! There is somewhat of a Bonnie/John fluff scene but don't know if it's quite fluff just read

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In need of a friend

The rooster cawed to the new risen sun in the distance, waking the sleeping folk to a bright warm day that was waiting. Bonnie woke up an hour later and when she finally had the workers were already outside doing their thing.

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She followed her normal routine in the washroom; putting her hair up, spraying a bit of her French perfume and whatever was left on her list. After doing all of that she returned to the hallway and walked down finding the guest room door open and peeked in only to find Amos gone. Why did today seem so different and strange? It nearly gave her the chills and before turning around to descend the stairs a pair of rough gloved hands grabbed her arms.

Bonnie jerked and swung around as fast as ever only trying to defend herself when she came to realize that it was only Amos. He was already ready to start the day with his hat and his gloves. "Hurry down Ms. Macfarlane your breakfast is gettin' cold." He said with a smile before leaving her to think about what just happened.

She was half way down the stairs when Amos appeared from the corner of the other room; he was leaned into the doorframe still showing that smile.

Her right hand was on the stair railing and the other was on her hip. "I am comin' already Amos." She didn't hiss nor did she yell but that little tone in her voice gave him a clue to her anger. He left again and soon Bonnie was downstairs heading for the kitchen. "What is goin' o-on?" before she could even swallow she stood in the doorway to the kitchen as still as a rock. Pa' was sitting at that little table nobody ever used anymore with Mr. Marston and Amos was next to the stove cracking eggs.

Bonnie didn't know if she was to say something or just stand there. Once Mr. Marston glanced in her direction she left the doorway and stood beside her pa'.

"Mr. Marston wh-what are you doin' here?" Bonnie asked in such a voice as if she was John Marston's secret love or something. She was very quiet and much not like herself by what John could hear and see. Marston breathed deep and set his hands in his lap staring at Drew.

Drew looked at his daughter turning his chair in order to get a better look. "Darlin' it's not like you ain't ever seen John Marston before he was off helpin' a friend back in Mexico." He explained his voice fatherly and soft.

Bonnie licked her drying lips and scanned around the table for those newspapers from yesterday but they weren't there at all. "Damnit!" Bonnie cursed and it was the first time she's ever if he remembered cursed near him so he jerked slightly in surprise at her dirty mouth. While she ducked to look even underneath the little table John and Drew both couldn't help but get distracted.

"Bonnie what are you doin'?" he leaned over into his lap and she jumped back to her feet after coming to realize that the newspapers were no longer there.

John coughed and looked up at Bonnie. "What are you looking for Miss?" he asked his voice ragged, dirty and masculine. She just missed hearing that voice and was indeed happy that he was back safe and sound. "Oh nothin' Mr. Marston and if you don't mind me askin' who was the fellow you saved in Mexico?" Bonnie spoke both of her arms at her sides with one hip poked out and a faint smile on her lips. John had already informed Drew and Amos about this but not Bonnie.

She was the one he didn't plan and didn't hope on telling her about his acquaintance from Mexico; it would be dangerous for a woman such as herself to get caught up in that craziness back there. Before John could answer Bonnie, Drew interrupted with a soft thud of his palm on the table between John and himself.

Both of Bonnie and John gave their attention to Drew who let out a dry cough before speaking. Bonnie knew what was up; she rolled her eyes in secrecy waiting for what he had to say about it. "Bonnie Mr. Marston here would've told you if he wanted you to know but this time it's a man's business." He patted her lower back with his right hand and startled her towards Amos.

Amos was almost finished with the eggs already and he took the frying pan from the stove to the table out in front of the two men who continued talking.

"And where is this Abraham Reyes Mr. Marston?" Drew asked right as Amos appeared with the eggs and left after he knew what they were talking about. John looked down at the steaming eggs in the pan. He wasn't really hungry. "He's recovering up in Armadillo sir." John answered with an honest answer that made Drew lean back in his chair and sigh.

Amos returned to Bonnie who was leaning against the wood tiled refrigerator trying so hard to listen to what they were saying or at least one word of what they were saying.

"Oh thanks for lettin' me stay over Miss Macfarlane I can't believe I got no headache at all." He stood beside her with his arms crossed across his chest staring over at those two as well. Bonnie looked up at him. "No problem Amos, just don't get so drunk." She left the room after patting his shoulder and was out of sight. Amos followed her outside in a hurry. "Miss Macfarlane aren't you goin' to eat any breakfast?" he reminded her breathing heavy but she shook her head so lady like and declined. "Sorry Amos but I ain't hungry yet." She told him with a limp wave of the hand and walked off.

Amos wanted to catch up but he stopped himself and ran back inside to pack the food away.

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It was late afternoon when Bonnie stopped what she was doing in the chicken coop to realize that she was hungry. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and ignored the rumbling continuing but the shakiness and the trembling of her hands weren't helping her do anything.

She really needed something to eat. She breathed in lightly and dropped the pitch fork in the hay in the barn. She turned on her heels and right when she did she almost ran straight into John if she didn't use her eyes.

"Oh Mr. Marston I-I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in." she moved back from him while he stared. "Don't worry Ms. Macfarlane It's my fault for bein' so quiet like that." He said right back at her and in no time saw the shakiness of her two hands. She must be hungrier than a wild wolf right about now.

Soon after just seconds the silence snuck in from who knows where and engulfed them in its arms. "I have to get back to work but if you're hungry Mr. Marston help yourself to anythin' at the house." She said with a weak smile bending over to pick up the pitch fork. John shook his head to himself and tapped her shoulder. "Miss Macfarlane I should be the one sayin' that to you, now why don't you get somethin' to eat?" He worried not so obviously though although he was worried for her strange eating habit. Bonnie looked over at John and shook her head in frustration.

"I am tryin' to do some work around the ranch and if you don't wanna' help then that's fine but don't go judgin' me and tellin' me when I should eat." She sounded rather irritated and more upset than she should be but John understood. Drew Macfarlane told him a rather different story about Bonnie that he never would've guessed.

"Sorry to even have said anything Miss Macfarlane I was just a bit concerned that's all." John's cowboy voice was soft and really caring in the manner he spoke in. Bonnie still held that pitch fork and when a single tear hit her eye that's when Marston took it from her and caught her right before she fell over in a mess. She sobbed but not in an obnoxious childish way. Marston held her securely but tried not to get too close to her. "You alright Miss?" he asked feeling how shaken and flustered she was right here in his arms.

She didn't say a word back. "Let me get you back inside now." He set her to her feet and one single arm around her shoulders to help keep her steady as the other held her by the waist. She didn't want to move but there was no choice other than for John to carry her bridal style.

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On the way inside Drew came up to her and John put her in his arms. "I will go get her somethin' to eat Mr. Macfarlane, somethin' that would keep her full." John was about to leave when Bonnie reached out to him as quick as she could grabbing a fist full of his clothing.

John swallowed and fortunately managed to hide those particular feelings that rushed in at that moment. "Don't go through all the trouble Mr. Marston I got food in the kitchen for that." She wiped her eyes and did her best to make it seem like none of this happened. John turned all the way around and Bonnie let him go. He nodded his head and followed the two father and daughter into the other room.

Bonnie started up some tea using the bucket of water right beside the table to pour into the kettle and setting it up on the stove top to boil; while doing that John and Drew started up a new conversation about the man from Mexico, Abraham Reyes leader of the Mexican rebels. "Why did you two end up bringin' him back here Mr. Marston?" Drew thought he should ask before letting John get away. They both sat at down in the living room; Drew Macfarlane in the large winged red velvet upholstered chair and John on the matching couch.

Marston leaned into his own lap staring at the spaces between his fingers thinking about what the man just said. "Apparently one of Reye's followers turned on him and everythin' took a turn for the worst sir." He said scratching the bottom of his nose and setting his hat on the table before him.

After a few moments of silence, Bonnie returned with a decorative kettle in one hand and a tray with two little matching glasses in the other setting them down on the table and pouring into each glass.

"Mr. Marston forgive me for what I did earlier I-I don't know what came over me." She said directly to the married man and fled the room like she was in a hurry to actually leave. Drew apologized and followed after Bonnie. John had seen this before sadly a bunch of times and it wasn't anything new to him. He looked down at the glasses and stood up seeing if he could find the two.

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Bonnie fled outside and she stopped right outside the white fence with her pa' right beside her. She has done this many times in the past and it was of course something he knew all too well.

He saw those tears swell in the corners of her eyes and he wiped them. "Don't darlin' there is no need to get upset." His hands cupped her boney shoulders before forcing her against him. She knew what he was talking about and those memories came flooding back to her just like that.

"I'm fine Pa'…really." She pushed herself back from him and brushed her blouse off. She was strong enough in these sorts of situations that Drew himself was able to stand up straight and put it behind him.

John stood on the porch staring out in the distance right above their heads. They each turned around and saw Mr. Marston leaned against the railing.

Bonnie felt like such a fool for creating such attention from John Marston; especially John Marston.

Bonnie looked at her pa' one last time before heading back inside for the night. "Ms. Macfarlane is everything alright?" he didn't try to get into her business even though he was doing a pretty good job at it already following right behind her.

She turned around just in time and set her hands on her hips. "Yes everythin' is alright Mr. Marston." She informed him with a hint of hurt and firmness in her voice that it made Marston look back at her in shock and surprise. Marston didn't follow her too far but stopped in the kitchen doorway watching while she prepared her own little dinner finally after so many hours.

He swallowed the large lump in his throat and broke the incoming silence. "I hope you get a goodnight's rest Ms. Macfarlane." He held his hat in his hands being such a gentleman about the whole hat thing and was already turned on his heels to leave.

She laughed a little and stopped him. "Would you care to have a small meal with me Mr. Marston?" she questioned her voice so feminine and very soft and smooth to his ears as he still stood there leaned against the doorframe looking ever so determined but yet calm. There was just something about John that made Bonnie react in a way that she's never acted before. Marston smiled nervously at that friendly harmless comment and went to scratch his nose once more.

"Well if that means you don't have to be alone then sure Miss I wouldn't mind at all." He stepped further into the spacious kitchen and the two helped and assisted each other with the meal.

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Drew was talking to Amos right outside the ranch home and went to the stables after their short and quite secretive conversation to mount his horse.

He wanted to find out who this Reyes fellow really was and if he was going to know he knew now was the perfect time; nearing 5:30 already and Bonnie usually went to bed this early so there was certainly no problem.

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He arrived in Armadillo sooner than he thought and was starting to have second thoughts about all of this. He wasn't a bad man for doing this was he? He couldn't be.

But he found himself dismounting his horse and heading to the wanted destination. The Armadillo hospital and where the kind Dr. Nathaniel Johnston worked; there was pretty much nothing that that man couldn't do to help a civilian. Drew opened the door slowly hoping he wasn't interrupting something and Dr. Johnston invited him in with a bright smile.

"Come in come in dear sir, and what can I do for you Mr. Macfarlane?" he leaned against the counter staring down at the register then Mr. Macfarlane again.

Drew didn't know what he should say. He saw no sign of another human being in this room so he must be gone. "There is somethin' you can do for me sir; do you happen to know a Spaniard man by the name of Abraham Reyes?" his southern drawl worded those more perfect than he could imagine and he smiled to himself for that one holding both of his hands across his southern regions.

Dr. Johnston played with his dark mustache trying to come up with an honest answer. He paced the room and was soon standing near Mr. Macfarlane maybe 5'7 which made the Doctor himself a few inches shorter than Mr. Macfarlane.

"Well sir I cannot give out information just like that to anyone, did you know the man?" he was the one asking the questions now and all Drew could do was stand there as patient as a man could be. Of course he didn't know the man but he knew someone that did and the only man who did was John Marston. Drew Macfarlane wondered about that man and wondered about Mr. Marston. He desperately wanted to know more about this Spanish fellow before he comes riding into town again when his only daughter was left at the ranch so vulnerable; yet the ranch civilians and Mr. Marston wouldn't let a thing happen to her he was still afraid.

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E/N: Tell me what you think about this one. I honestly didn't like this one that much and I am tired of not putting Abraham Reyes in there yet…I'm sorry if this ending is confusing or stupid I tried to come up with something that made at least some sense.