Okayyy… I finally finished this next part. I've been stuck on this particular moment for awhile, but only because the way I'm writing them by alternating perspectives, I had a missing Walt one in the middle. So I have the next 3-4 moments done still. I've kind of just been thinking of little moments and them sticking them in somewhere, depending on whose perspective I want it to be from, and then kind of tying it into the story as I write it.

I finally did have the idea for this moment from Walt's perspective and what I wanted to happen, and was going to write/finish it this past Saturday… aaaaaand then I got the stomach flu and was a zombie for the next couple of days. I'm finally feeling better..ish :) So I knocked this one out tonight for you guys! Hopefully I can perfect the next few moments that I already have written and can get those ones up for you here soon too :) As always, thanks for reading and I love hearing what you think about them!


Walt

Vic strolls into Henry's office with the first aid kit in her hand. She sets it on the desk that I'm leaning on and stands in front of me.

"You wanna tell me what the hell that was?" She says as she grabs my hand to inspect my slightly swollen knuckles. Her voice sounds somewhere in between pissed and amused.

"Sorry."

"I didn't ask for apology." She grabs a rag and starts dabbing at the blood seeping out of my nose and lip.

"I was trying not to listen to him, but I couldn't let him talk to you like that."

"It was just talk. He wouldn't have done anything if you wouldn't have got in his face."

He also wouldn't have done it if I wouldn't have been wearing normal clothes. Without my badge, that asshole from out of town had no idea I was the sheriff.

She roughly presses the rag into my nose and I try not to let her see me wince.

"I don't need you defending my honor, you know. I could have handled him."

Of course she could have handled him, I have no doubt about that. "I know."

She sighs. I know she doesn't love being taken care of, but I couldn't listen to him talk to her like that, and the way that he looked at her made me want to rip his eyes right out of their sockets.

My eyes drift away from hers for a few seconds before finding them again. "Everybody deserves to have someone stick up for them, whether they need it or not."

She purses her lips as she studies my face. "Fair enough."

I can't tell if she's irritated with me or not; maybe I should apologize again just to be sure.

She cocks her head at me like she's trying to read my mind. "What?"

"I'm sorry."

She stares back at me for a few moments. "I'm sorry you have a busted lip."

She takes her hand and gently runs her thumb over my bottom lip where it's split open. She doesn't say anything right away, but her voice is soft when she does. "Thank you for coming to my defense… even though it wasn't necessary."

"You're welcome… but a thank you isn't necessary either."

She smiles and leans forward and gently presses her lips to mine. It's just a quick kiss, as it's hard to manage this with a busted lip. She pulls her head back briefly to look at me as she steps in closer to me and wraps her arms around my neck. She starts to lean in for another kiss but she stops when someone clears their throat from the doorway. Neither of us move. Vic smiles and rests her forehead on mine for a brief moment before speaking.

"Hey Henry." She says before she sighs lightly and turns her head towards the doorway.

I follow suit and look over to find Henry leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. I'm not surprised in the least to see a smirk on my best friend's face.

"I do hope you are done picking fights in my bar tonight."

I don't even have time to answer before Vic beats me to it. "He is."

She looks back at me and beams, unmoving with her arms still around my neck. "His macho jealousy got the best of him, that's all."

"I was not jealous."

She cocks her head to the side and raises her eyebrows at me. Is she messing with me?

"Vic, he was looking at you like you were a juicy piece of steak." I hear Henry laugh from the doorway.

"Maybe he was, but that's not always a bad thing. Sometimes it's nice to feel desired like that."

"I'm not sure 'desired' is the right word there. He looked like he wanted to swallow you whole."

She laughs heartily, and I can feel her warm breath on my face. "I'm not saying I would have taken him up on anything, because I definitely wouldn't have. I'm just saying it was kind of flattering."

I've never thought of myself as a jealous man, but maybe they're right. I guess it's possible that I did overact a little. I turn to look at my faithful friend.

"What do you think, Henry?"

He holds his hands up in the air. "I am not getting in the middle of you two. Plus, it does not look like there is much room." He laughs lightly as he adds that second part.

I turn my head back to Vic who is looking down at her arms still around my neck. I was very aware that we were still in this position, but I couldn't exactly get out of it once Henry walked in without making things awkward. Furthermore, I know Vic is just staying like this to make me uncomfortable in front of Henry. She loves to see me squirm.

She laughs as she releases her arms and takes a tiny step back from me.

"I'll make room for you Henry." She reaches down and grabs something from the first aid kid and goes back to cleaning up my face.

"No, no. That is quite alright, I should get back to work."

"We'll be out in a minute," she calls after him as he walks away.

She continues wiping the blood off of me as I stare back at the perfect features of her face.

"Do you really think I was jealous?"

"Yes." She pauses and smiles. "But I think jealousy is also a form of desire… and I appreciate it a hell of a lot more coming from you than that stranger out there."

"Yeah?" I never even thought of it like that.

She nods. "And and you do know I wouldn't have taken him up on anything, right?"

I look back at her and her eyes are genuine. "I know."

She smiles briefly before stepping back and throwing the bloody rags in the trash. "Come on, big guy. I'll buy ya a beer."

She grabs my hand and pulls me up off of the desk and towards the bar. She lets go once we get out of Henry's office and we take a seat at the end of the bar. Henry comes over a minute later and places a beer in front of each of us. He looks back and forth between us with that stupid little grin on his face.

"So… what is going on between you two?"

Vic laughs. She looks at me and then back at Henry. "We're not sure yet." Then she takes a big swig of her beer and sets it back down on the bar top before crossing her arms across her chest.

Henry stares back at her for a moment before turning his gaze to me, staring at me expectantly.

"What she said." I copy Vic and take a drink of my beer before setting it down and crossing my arms over my chest.

Henry says nothing. He just shakes his head, picks up his bar rag and walks away. Vic laughs loudly after him, satisfied with herself for being a pain in the ass.

I stare over at her and take another sip of my beer. Even though not knowing what's going on between us is driving me nuts, my mood is lifted just by the sound of her laughter.

She looks over and smiles at me, and I do the same. I can feel the slit in my lip begin to crack open again. Even though my lips are dry and it burns a little, this broken smile sure does feel good.