Author's note: chapter two for you. Well, the one person reading this story. Yay someone is reading it. Anyway, was bored at work so I ended up writing more while listening to MCR on repeat.

Disclaimer: Again no owning of anybody.

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Poison grabbed the slight girl from the desert sand and ran for the diner. Ghoul reached the door first and screamed inside, "Doc, help. Quick!"

Hearing Ghoul shouting brought Kobra Kid running from the kitchen area. His face was drained of color thinking that something had happened to his brother. Jet Star was right behind him with a small bag of medical supplies. A scruffy man in a wheelchair pushed past the two of them. Poison stood in the center of the room laying Bullet on the table again. He glanced up at the man in the wheelchair, "Doc, she fainted. What's wrong with her?"

Dr. Death Defying wheeled himself up against the table. He quickly assessed the girl in front of him. He mumbled to himself as he worked, "Pale skin, shallow breathing. Weak pulse and seems to be slowing."

Doc shook his head, "I don't know. I'm not a full doctor, you kids know that. I can treat ray gun blasts and bleeding and whenever Ghoul hurts himself working on the Trans Am but this. I just don't know Poison."

Bullet stirred slightly on the table but didn't wake up. Poison ran a shaking hand through his bright red hair, "They used her as target practice. Constantly shooting her with stun blasts."

The four gasped at him. Kobra laid his hand on Bullet's shoulder, "That's not human."

Doc slowly lifted the edge of her shirt. Ray gun scars lined her stomach and side. They could only imagine what they would see if they were indecent boys and took her shirt off her. Jet Star moved closer to the table and watched Bullet. He counted the rise and fall of her chest, "Her breathing is evening out."

Doc slowly shooed the boys away, "Maybe she just needs sleep. Let's leave her alone for a bit."

The four Killjoys nodded. Jet Star went towards the back where they had turned two offices into two bedrooms. Kobra Kid was still hungry and went in search of some Power Pup. Fun Ghoul and Party Poison didn't feel right leaving Bullet alone. The two sat down on the same side of a booth across from the table. Poison slide in first leaning his back against the window. Ghoul slid in after him, positioning himself against Poison's chest. Poison slowly stroked Ghoul's hair. The simple motion assuring and calming both of them. They were alive. They had Missile Kid back and she was safe with Show Pony. They had each other. Fun Ghoul let his head fall back on Poison's shoulder. Poison angled his head and captured Ghoul's soft lips in a searing kiss. Their lips moving against each other showing the need for the contact. Slowly breaking the kiss, Ghoul pulled away and stared deeply into Poison's eyes. He lifted his hand and lightly touched the rough skin under Poison's chin. The stun blast had burned the delicate skin to a rough imperfection. Poison tried to turn his head away but Ghoul moved his hand to Poison's cheek, and mumbled, "Still beautiful. "

Poison relaxed slightly, "Did you get hit?"

Ghoul looked away. He could never lie to Poison. Poison pulled Ghoul back against his check, "It's ok love. As long as you're safe now."

A small noise, almost like a scared kitten came from the table. The two looked at each other before moving over to the table Bullet was laying on. Her face was scrunched in discomfort. Suddenly her eyes flew open, the vacant green trying to register where she was. She quickly rolled on her side and was promptly sick on the floor. She started mumbling to herself, still not realizing where she was. Poison crouched down next to her to hear what she was muttering. He was shocked as he stood back up. Ghoul was next to him in an instant, he could see the look of fear in his lover's eyes. Ghoul didn't understand. What was this girl saying that could scare the fearless Party Poison, "What did she say?"

Looking his boyfriend directly in the eyes, "They are finally doing it. Finally killing me."

Ghoul's eyes grew wide, "That's sick."

Poison sat down shakily next to Bullet. He reached out and grabbed her hand. Bullet jumped, no Drac had ever touched her before. She looked into the soft hazel eyes of Party Poison, "Where am I? I'm not in my cell. I tried to ask you that before. I woke up on a table and didn't see anyone. I couldn't figure it out. We had been talking and then some noises and I finally let my exhaustion take over and next thing I know I'm on a table. What happened?"

Poison sighed, "My friends came to rescue me. I had them rescue you too. I couldn't leave you in that place. Letting them force feed you Better Living medication and taking pot shots at you. You fainted soon after you woke up."

Bullet nodded, "I see. I guess thank you is the proper reply for giving someone their wish. "

Poison raised one thin eyebrow, "I don't understand."

Bullet shrugged, "Without my pills, I don't know if I will live. So thanks."

Poison grabbed Bullet's arm as she tried to sit up, "What pills do you take? In some of the zones there are drug stores still standing maybe we can find stuff for you there."

Bullet shrugged, "I don't know their names just what they do. The red one normalizes my blood sugar, the green one is to keep my blood pressure from dropping. Two of the white ones are to enhance my immune system. Oh and of course, the last white one is the Better Living mandatory pill."

Poison nodded, "Ok, well I'm no doctor but maybe you will be ok for a little while. I'll have Doc radio Agent Cherri Cola and see if she can find anything similar."

Bullet sighed, "Don't you remember what I told you in the cell. I call myself Bullet's Embrace because I want to die. I can't feel anything anymore. Who would want to live without feeling anything?"

Ghoul stepped forward, "But maybe being away from the pills will bring back your feelings."

Bullet cocked her head to the side, "You are smart. Who are you?"

Poison chuckled slightly at the smart comment. Ghoul slapped his arm, "I'm Fun Ghoul."

Bullet nodded, "I see. Well you heard my name. I think I like you Fun Ghoul. Can't really tell but right here," pointing to her chest as she sat up, "it feels warm. Either I like you or I'm gonna throw up again."

Ghoul laughed, "Well, I appreciate it but I'm gay."

Suddenly the color drained from Bullet's face, as she was sick all over their boots, effectively cutting off anything more Ghoul was about to say. Lifting her head slowly, she mumbled, "Sorry"

The two guys just shook their heads. Poison placed a hand on her shoulder, "It's been a long day. Why don't we all get some rest?"

With that said, Bullet laid back down on the table. Ghoul and Poison moved back over to their booth, kicking off their shoes and resuming the position they were in before.

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Author's Note: Just some fluff stuff with Poison and Ghoul. A little more about Bullet. Also for anyone that doesn't understand. She kinda talks monotone.