"Wire," Seth murmured shakily, "Wire, you must get up and let us see to your injuries." I looked up.

"What now?" I groaned. Sara looked at me worriedly, with tear filled eyes. Wait… tear filled-what? I got up with a grimace. What are they going on about?

"You were shot as we were fleeing." Sara reminded me worriedly. Oh… oh yeah. Right in the back… Thank god for the International Interceptor.

"I'll be fine." I said patiently. Seth frowned.

"No," He argued, sounding considerably scared, "You will not." I rolled my eyes.

"The Kevlar is crying more than you two, you big babies." I said as I unzipped my hoodie and let it slide onto the seat I had been lying on, showing my vest off. I reached back and felt around. I felt it and grabbed the bullet in the Kevlar and pulled it out, showing it them the completely blood-free bullet. Then next thing I know I was engulfed into hugs from the alien siblings.

"What the fuck…" I grunted. I felt kind of awkward, but I didn't push them off. I just patted their shoulders awkwardly as they hugged me. Seth pulled away first.

"You are sure you are unharmed?" He asked sternly. I nodded and Sara let me go.

"Yeah," I said, "I mean, there's gonna be some bruising, because a bullet from 45. moves at like 1000 something feet per second, but I'll live." Sara gave me a teary smile.

"Seth and I were… very worried about you." She said, sounding really fucking relieved. I smiled.

"Yeah, I gathered that when you two attacked me with hugs." I joked. Sara smiled and Seth looked away, his cheeks tinged pink. I grinned and threw my arm over his shoulder and pulled him closer.

"Aw, come on Seth, don't be like that." I said, "You know I love you!" His cheeks got darker and he pushed me away lightly as I laughed and Sara giggled. I held my arms out for a hug.

"Where's the love?" I asked jokingly. My question was answered when Junkyard leapt into my arms and knocked me down onto my ass. "Oh. There it is." I laughed as Junkyard wagged his tail and licked my chin. I glanced up at the smiling siblings.

"See?" I said, "Junkyard admits that he loves me! Why can't you?"

"We 'love' you." Sara told me, glancing at Seth, "Some of us more so than others." I smirked and stood up, lightly pushing Junkyard off of me.

"Don't back him up, Sara!" I said jokingly, being purposely over dramatic. What can I say? I was finally out of that cab and able to stand up and walk around and stuff, and I wasn't dead, I was feeling happy. I glanced over to the front, where I could hear them laughing at us.

"You love me, don't you Jack?" I called. I could hear him laugh.

"Yeah, sure I do!" Jack called back.

"Alex?" I asked.

"Sure!" Alex laughed. I looked back at Seth and smirked.

"See?" I said, "It's okay to show the love." Seth rolled his eyes and Sara giggled. "Oh, come on." I teased, "Don't be such a grump." He ignored me and I shrugged and raised my hands in defeat.

"Fine, fine," I said with a grin, "I was willing to give hugs all around, but… Have it your way..." I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a pack of cards.

"Anyways… I'm feelin' lucky," I said, "You two wanna play poker with me?"

-An hour and a half later-

I grimaced and looked at Junkyard, who was watching me expectantly. I checked Junkyard's cards and froze. Royal Flush. For the third time in a fucking row. I groaned and threw down my cards.

"What?" I groaned to Junkyard, "That's the third game in a row you've won. Not only that, but that's also the third royal flush! What the hell bro?" Seth stared at me.

"You're kidding." He said blankly. I waved to the cards.

"Feel free to check!"I said exasperatedly as I leaned back and watched as he looked. Seth's eyes narrowed and he threw his cards down as well. I glared at the dog next to me.

"How do you do it?" I asked. Junkyard leaned closer and licked my glasses lens. I made a face. I took them off and cleaned them with my hoodie, which was sitting on my lap. I looked around the table.

"Suddenly," I said glumly, "I don't feel quite so lucky." I said as I rested my head on the table.

"Did Junkyard win again?" Jack called back to us. I groaned.

"Yeah." I answered. I heard Jack laugh and I pouted to myself. "Does anyone still want to play poker?" I asked around the table. Seth and Sara made faces and shook their heads. I shrugged before grabbing all the cards and putting them back into their box. No one moved and as I looked around, a thought struck me. I grabbed my backpack, which had been sitting by my feet and pulled out one of the empty books and a pencil. I opened it and grabbed the pencil and started drawing, looking up occasionally at the siblings. I paused and looked at Junkyard.

"Go sit by them, would ya?" I asked. The dog gave a soft bark and squeezed in between Seth and Sara. I grinned. Perfect. As I went back to drawing, I heard Seth speak.

"What are you doing?" He asked. I kept my eyes on the paper.

"What does it look like?" I asked, "I'm drawing."

"What are you drawing?" Sara asked. I looked up at them before going back down.

"You guys." I answered. They stayed quiet as I drew, and didn't move too much. After about eight minutes or so, I was done. I set down the book and looked between them and my drawing before giving a satisfied nod. Seth scootched closer.

"Are you finished?" He asked. I nodded. "Can we see it?" I smiled and stretched.

"If I didn't want you to see it, I wouldn't have thrown it on the table, in the wide-open, for any and all eyes to see." I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and moved so he was sitting right next to me. Sara got up and sat on my other side to look as well.

It wasn't exactly the most detailed drawing I'd ever done, but I could tell it was them, so I was content with it. Seth cocked his head to the side and Sara smiled.

"You are an excellent artist." She complimented. I felt my cheeks heat up and I shifted in my seat.

"I-I wouldn't say that…" I said sheepishly. Seth looked up at me.

"I would," Seth said, and I felt my cheeks grow warmer. I rubbed at my cheeks with my hands and gave an awkward cough.

"Thanks, but… I-I'm really not that good… I'm decent at best." I mumbled, "I'm better at writing…" Sara perked up.

"You are a writer? What do you write?" Sara asked curiously.

"A lot of stuff," I said, "Stories, poems, plays, lyrics…" I trailed off awkwardly and scratched my neck. Seth raised an eyebrow.

"I… did not know that," Seth said slowly, "You never seemed like the type to be a poet." I snorted

"Yeah, I get that a lot," I said with a roll of my eyes, "But that's usually why you… ya know… ask. To find out stuff you didn't know…" Seth snorted and rolled his eyes and I smirked at him before leaning my head back against the wall with a sigh.

I heard paper rustling and opened my eyes. I looked over to see the guilty-looking culprit. It's Seth. Surprise, surprise…

Not.

"What're you doing Sunshine?" I asked, "And why do you look guilty?" He looked at me sheepishly and held up my book. I raised an eyebrow and smiled. "There are only like two other pages I drew on. I don't really care if you look." Seth gave me a small smile.

"Thank you." He said. I grinned before cocking my head to the side. What can I say? Seth is rubbing off on me.

"No problem," I said, "You know… you should smile more. You're pretty hot to begin with; but if you stopped glaring and smiled some, man, I bet the girls would flock around you like flies to honey." His face exploded with red, and he looked so fucking adorable, I couldn't help but laugh. I tried not to, but I failed.

I could hear Sara laugh as I watched Seth stutter and blush. It was so friggin' cute, let me tell ya. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders as he struggled to speak (and or breathe.) and pulled him closer with a cheeky grin.

"What's wrong Seth? Cat got your tongue?" I teased as I laughed. He glared out the window as his face continued to glow red. I smirked and turned to Sara.

"Are all people from your planet this… shy?" I chuckled. Seth turned glared at me.

"Are all humans so… so…" Seth trailed off as he tried to think of a word. So I figured I'd try to help him.

"Honest?" I offered. Seth opened his mouth to retort, but paused and stared at me in surprise, as I took my arm off his shoulder to crack my knuckles.

"You think that I am-"

"Hot?" I said with a shrug and a grin, "Yeah, I won't lie. It would be kinda dumb to lie anyways, considering the fact that Sara can read minds." Seth stared at me.

"Yes…" He started, "But I cannot. Why would you tell me that…?" I put my arms behind my head and rolled my eyes.

"Well it's not like you don't know it," I froze as a thought hit me. "Wait… you… do know it, right?" Seth continued to stare at me blankly, his cheeks bright red. "Uh oh… that's a no, isn't it?" I asked weakly. Seth nodded slowly. My hand met my face and I made a few unintelligible noises before looking back at Seth dubiously.

"You're kidding…" I looked at Sara, "He's kidding right?" She bit back laughter and shook her head at me apologetically. Unbelievable…

"Do you like, I don't know-not have reflections on your planet, or are you just crazy stupid, or what?" I asked bluntly. He shrugged and looked at his hands. I rolled my eyes.

"Just… look at the drawings Sunshine." I said. I turned to Sara. "Can you get up a sec? I'm gonna take a nap."

"But the sun is still out…" Sara said unsurely. I shrugged. Just because the sun's out doesn't mean I can't be tired. It's gonna be a while until we get where we need to be, and I could use the sleep. She nodded and stood up.

"Thank you." I yawned as I got up after grabbing my bag. Sara smiled.

"You are quite welcome." Yeah… they still talk like royalty… but I kind of like it. It's different, but a good different. It was kind of odd and a tad bit annoying at first, but it really grows on you.

I folded my jacket up and threw it down on the couch, then set my bag down on the floor. I unstrapped my trusty kukri knife and put it in my bag. I undid the straps to the International Interceptor and slipped it over my head. I paused and decided to keep on the D.A.P.S. before collapsing onto the couch with a grunt. I squirmed a bit before I rolled onto my side, facing the seat with my back to everyone, before putting my hoodie under my head as a makeshift pillow. I could hear Jack and Alex talking in the front, and Sara and Seth murmuring to each other. Soon enough, my breathing slowed and my eyelids drooped. God I hope I don't get a nightmare… When I get them, I usually wake up screaming, and it would be really hard to explain that one…

As it turns out, I didn't even have to worry about it. Jack hit a painfully large bump and I fell off the couch. And landed right on my freaking back. I just have the best luck, don't I?

I hadn't thought I'd made any noise, but I must've, and it must've sounded terrible, because Sara, Seth, and Alex all jumped up like their asses were on fire. Jack swerved the RV to the side of the road before rushing over. The pain in my back was… abso-fucking-lutely horrible. By then, I had rolled back over onto my stomach and ground my teeth together. I could hear voices, but I didn't listen to what they were saying.

The pain was sharp, but it faded pretty quickly, except for this one spot in my shoulder. It wasn't unbearable though. I looked up to see four worried faces.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, "I just… let me get up." I moved my arms to push myself up, but I quickly plopped back onto the floor with a groan as my shoulder burned in protest. "You know what… I think I'm just gonna stay on the floor a while…" I said into the floor.

"Kid tell us what's wrong," Jack said worriedly, "And don't try to tell us it's nothing. That was obviously something." I shook my head into the floor. I'm stubborn, okay? I don't want to be left behind, I want to help.

"Wire, you should tell them." Sara said, trying to ease me into admitting I was hurt. Ha, she's funny… As if I would ever fucking do that.

I felt my shirt being lifted and I scowled and tried to get up. That didn't work out well and I fell back down.

"Shit!" I growled as I turned my head to see Alex, Jack, and Seth wince. I banged my forehead into the floor. "It's not as bad as it looks…" I said weakly, hoping they would leave it be.

"You are one stubborn son of a bitch, kid." I heard Jack utter. I gave a short laugh.

"You have no idea." I muttered.

"We have to take you to a hospital." Alex said. I jerked up with a yelp, which was cut off by a hiss of pain. My fear overcame my pain, though, and I stayed up. It hurt though. It hurt a lot.

"No!" I cried out, "No hospitals!" I have a bit of a phobia for hospitals… Shut up. I know it's childish, I don't care. They're too bright, cold, and it smells like metal and blood… I loathe hospitals… for a lot of reasons that I don't like to think about…

"But it looks like-"

"I don't care if my back looks like bloody hamburger!" I yelped, "If you take me to a hospital, I will escape, by any means. I don't care if I have to crawl out-I will do it." Sara put a hand on Alex's shoulder to stop her from replying and stared at me solemnly.

"You witnessed a great many deaths in a hospital…" I cursed as I glared at the floor. I hate myself… why can't I control my thoughts? Goddamnit. Sara sighed and looked at Alex. "She is painfully stubborn… perhaps we can just clean her wounds and wrap them up, for the time being?" Sara suggested. Relief came over me in waves. Sara, if you can hear me, thank you so much. Oh my God. I looked at Alex and nodded vigorously.

"N-Not t-to mention the fact that we're in the process of saving the world!" I said quickly. "We don't have time to stop. Speaking of which, Jack get up and start driving again, it's all good." Jack narrowed his eyes.

"You aren't getting out of it this easy," He scolded, "What do you think Alex?" I looked at Alex. She made a face as she thought. After a few seconds, she came to a decision.

"Wire's right. We don't have time to go back and stop by a hospital," She sighed, "She's obviously made it this far okay, I suppose she could keep going a bit more… But we're cleaning it and wrapping it up." I sighed in relief.

"I'll take it." I said looking at Jack and shooing him away.

"Well, go on. Don't just stand there," I scolded playfully, "Go drive. Get to gettin'." Jack rolled his eyes and fought off a smile.

"I'm only giving in because Alex said it was okay, and she's a doctor." Jack grumbled as he walked to the front and started the RV back up. I snorted and tried to stretch out my back. It didn't work out too well, and then I remembered how much it hurt, especially with the skin on my back all stretching and stuff. I bit back a scream, with only a small squeak coming out of me. I gave a strangled laugh and pointed to the floor.

"Right," I choked out, "I'm gonna go back onto the floor now." I fell onto the floor with little grace, but I didn't really care. Sara and Seth gave me concerned looks, but I waved them off. I looked to Alex to see her scrounging around in a cabinet that I had never even noticed before.

"So Alex," I asked, "How is this gonna work? I don't think we have a lot to make do with here…"

"We have more than you think." Alex said before turning around with a first aid kit, a clear bottle full of what looked like water, and a few small towels. I blinked.

"Well," I stated, "That's convenient." I wiggled around a bit and folded my arms, resting my chin on them before looking at Alex.

"Well then, doctor, what's first?" I asked. She moved my shirts up to my shoulders, and Seth shifted uncomfortably. I smirked at him before looking back at Alex.

"Well, first we clean it, so that I can see just how bad it is under all that dried blood." She said as she opened the first aid kit and grabbed one of the towels and started opening the bottle with water. Or at least, I thought it was water. But then I noticed what it said on the label.

Alcohol.

"Oh HELL no!" I cried as I pushed the bottle out of her hand in an attempt to spill it on the floor. Unfortunately, the top wasn't all the way off, and only a little got spilt. Alex picked it up quickly before anymore could come out.

"What are you doing?" She asked as I glared at her.

"No fucking alcohol!" I said angrily, "Do you know how much that shit hurts?"

"It's not going to hurt, it's burn-free alcohol." She scolded. I looked at her like she was stupid.

"What the hell are you on?" I yelped, "That shit burns like FIRE!" Alex rolled her eyes and turned to Seth, who had been watching our little exchange, unsure of what to do, as well as Sara.

"Hold her arms down." Seth paused uncertainly before nodding and scooting over so that he was sitting in front of me and grabbed my arms. I looked between him and Alex in disbelief.

"This-This is mutiny!" I cried. I glared daggers at Seth. "Let me go you-you-you… traitor! Backstabber! If you don't let me go, I'll-I'll… I don't know what I'll do, but you won't fuckin' like it!" Seth looked at me apologetically as Alex poured the alcohol on the towel and I started to panic.

"My apologies," Seth murmured, "But this is necessary. I would rather have you upset with me than have you become even more injured."

If I were thinking normally, I would have thought that what he said was kind of sweet, but I wasn't thinking normally. I was trying to avoid mucho dolor. That means 'a lot of pain'. Because yes, I can usually ignore pain, but that doesn't mean it still doesn't fucking hurt.

I struggled to get my arms away, and when I started to use my legs to get ready to kick myself into Seth to surprise him and, thus, let me go, Sara grabbed them.

"Shit." I groaned before giving up and laying still. I wasn't going to win this, and I knew it. I glared up at Seth until I felt an extreme burning in my lower back.

"AGH, FUCKSHIT THAT BURNS!" I lashed up in a vain attempt to get away. Alex pulled away the towel when Sara let out a yelp. I ground my teeth together and grimaced before turning my head to try to look at Sara. "Did I kick you? Are you okay?" I asked concernedly. Aw man bro… I didn't want to hurt her… I didn't want to hurt anyone. Shit.

"You did not harm me. You almost did, but you did not." I breathed a sigh of relief. Good.

"Sorry for… almost… you know… kicking you in the face." I said sheepishly.

"It's alright," Sara said, "You did not try to intentionally harm me." I nodded and sighed.

"Oh my god, this sucks balls." I grumbled to myself before glaring at the floor. "Alright Doc, let's get this over with…"

I felt the pain again and I dug my fingernails into the palm of my hand and bit my lip until it bled to keep from thrashing around. A few muffled whimpers and groans of pain came out, but other than that, I was relatively quiet. When she stopped I let out the breath I had been holding and slammed my forehead into the floor.

"Shit that hurt." I gasped as I took shallow breaths. I looked up at Seth. "We're done, right?" I asked weakly. When Seth shook his head, I whimpered and let my head fall back to floor.

"I think," Alex said apologetically, "This is going to hurt the worst. There's more blood on your upper than there was on your lower, and that was what I cleaned first…" I groaned. Oh my fucking GOD. I looked at Alex.

"Just… give me a second." I sighed. She nodded and Seth let go of my arms. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand then examined my palms and sighed. They were bloody… whoops. Fuck. I licked my lips and tasted blood. I made a face before wiping off the blood on my lip. I cracked my knuckles and before sighing and holding my arms out for Seth to grab.

Seth grabbed my hands-which were still bloody- and I raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want your hands to be broken or do you have some blood fetish, or what?" I asked. Seth rolled his eyes as pink dusted his cheeks.

"Blood can be washed off, and I would prefer to have blood on my hands than have you injure yourself further..." He reminded me impatiently. I snickered.

"Maybe so, but I'm still gonna break your-"I paused when I remembered, "Wait… oh yeah… you're gonna use your powers…?" He nodded at me like I was mentally retarded or something. I scowled.

"I forgot, okay? Yeesh..." I defended. I glanced back at Alex, who had been watching me and Seth with amusement.

"Alright, let's get the rest of this over and done with." I sighed. Alex nodded and picked up the towel.

I gave a sharp intake of breath as she cleaned out my upper back, before banging my head against the floor. This time, instead of mutilating my poor lip, I settled saying every curse I could think of, in any and every language I could think of.

"Fuck," I whimpered, "Shit. Cock. Bitch. Hell. Cazzo. Merda. Affanculo. Stronzo. Minchia. Los cojones. Hijo de puta. Ane."

"You certainly have a large arsenal of swear words." I heard Alex say. I gave a short, rather weak laugh.

"That's not even half of what I know." I gasped out. When she moved onto my shoulder, the one that had been throbbing the most, I gave a short scream that was quickly strangled when I realized what I just did.

"Fiche moi le paix! Goddamnit-stop!" I yelled. She pulled it away quickly. I took deep breaths as sweat ran down my forehead. "Fuck-ow-ow-ow." I groaned. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I know it hurts," Alex comforted, "But it'll make it better in the long run."

"Yeah, no shit." I muttered. I glanced at Seth, "Hey, I don't suppose you could-"

"Before you can finish," Sara cut in, "He would not punch you in the face and knock you out." I made a face. Damn… oh well… had to try…

Alright, I'm good… let's do it." I whimpered. Seth gave my hands a light squeeze and a comforting smile. I tried to smile back, but I'm pretty sure it was a grimace.

-15 agonizing and pain-filled minutes later-

I looked up at Seth, probably looking really pitiful.

"Please tell me she's done…" I whimpered. He nodded and I let out a small hallelujah before resting my head on the floor. "So we've just got the wrapping to do, now, right?" I asked.

"Not… quite…" Alex said apologetically.

I lifted my head to stare at her. When she held up some sharp tweezers I felt my heart beat increase drastically in my chest, before yelping and trying to get away with ferocity more intense than ever.

"NO!" I yelled, "NO, FUCK NO-FUCK YOU!" I thrashed around and Alex tried to calm me down while Seth and Sara held me down. Jack yelled back at us.

"You sure you guys don't need some help?"

"NO, Jack! Now you listen here-I have an EXTREME phobia of sharp, pointy things in my bodily parts! FUCK OFF!" I screamed, "I have tolerated more than I ever have in my entire life-THIS IS WHERE I DRAW THE FUCKING LINE!" Seth yelled at Alex to stop for a minute, and I stopped struggling like my life depended on it, and settled with weakly fighting him off when Alex put the tweezers down.

"Wire, listen to me," Seth said, "You have bark in your wound, and we must clean your wound, lest we risk having you get an infection, and we cannot do that when you are thrashing around." I glared at him.

"Fuck. You." I said through gritted teeth, "Let me get a goddamn infection. I would prefer it over this. Do you know how much this shit hurts? Why don't we take Achilles and cut up your back, and put that shit on it, and see how you like it?" Seth gave an exasperated sigh.

"You are being irrational about th-"

"You better fucking believe I'm being irrational! I shouldn't have even let it go on this far! How stupid can I get?" I interrupted. Seth sighed again. At first, I thought I had won, but then I noticed the look on his face…

He looked like I had just kicked his puppy, multiple times. Then ran over it with a monster truck. Then shot it a few times… and then drowned it, then burnt the corpse to ashes, then pissed on the puppy's ashes, and then swept up the ashes and threw them into a pile of horse shit just for good measure. I swear to whatever god is up there, I had no idea eyes could be that expressive.

"Please…" Seth said softly, "I do not wish for you to be injured any further…" I swear I tried not to give in… but the eyes man! My resolve cracked and I cursed myself for being such a fucking softie.

"Oh my fucking god…" I groaned, "You so owe me one, goddamnit-Fine! Just stop with the face, for shit's sake!"

I glanced back at Alex and Sara, who were watching me with raised eyebrows. Yeah, I know… I gave up pretty quick, am I right?

"What are you waiting for? It's time to make my phobia of sharp, pointy things in my bodily parts even worse. Let's do it bitches." I said with extremely fake enthusiasm.

-45 minutes later-

I winced as Alex tied the last of the bandages and pulled my shirts back down. Seth finally let my hands go, and I groaned into the floor. I was too tired to whimper in pain.

"Are… you going to get up?" I heard Alex ask.

"No…" I mumbled into the floor, "It hurts too much…"

"Do you want me to pick you up?" Alex asked concernedly. I waved her off.

"Hell no… leave me on the floor…" I groaned. "Let me sleep… "I carefully and slowly curled up into a ball, wincing when I stretched it out too quick. I closed my eyes and let the exhaustion wash over me.

I swear man; I must have done something terrible in a past life or something, Jesus H. Christ…

Author's note

Another part that alot of people tend to skip, which sucks because it's like a day and a half of things and places and conversations that could be explored, you know?

I'm going to try to finish this before Christmas, so I can put a special little drabble-type thing at the end. If I don't finish the main story before Christmas, then... Oh well. I'm still putting up a Christmas special, late or not. Fuck that, bro.

And a huge thank you to the three people who reviewed my dumb little story :) I was getting a little worried that the RTWM fandom was dead, or that my story was goddamn awful that no one survived after reading my little monstrosity. But that wasn't the case, obviously, so you know... thanks.

Anywho, tell me if I made any mistakes, a'ight?

,BlueAsh666