The Pass Along Fanfic

*Mountain Lion on the Loose*

Chapter 33 - written by: Maritza

"Ouch...! Why is everyone trying to stop me from saving my Jules. You crazy woman! You're trying to kill me!" Hank shouted, as he grabbed hold of his now wounded shoulder.

"Oh No! We need to fetch Dr. Mike!" shouted Matthew while holding down Hank with the aid of Robert E. and Horace.

Jake just stood there in shock, clutching that whiskey bottle for dear life. "Maybe I better have a drink now."

Feeling mortified, Mrs. Quinn prepared to dash out. "I'll go fetch my daughter. I happen to know where they went. Someone come lift me onto a horse. I'm not as young as I used to be."

"Woman! Hand over that gun. Women aren't meant to use weapons. Look what you fool-heartily done."

"No!" Mrs. Quinn firmly exclaimed, aiming the gun at Loren. "I am sorry for what I have just done. But, no one ever touches my prize possession. Now if you'll excuse me, I really need a couple of you gentlemen to help me mount a horse now. And Loren," she stated, gently smiling at him, "No man has ever dared to stand up to me like that before. I sort of liked it."

Loren's mouth fell open as he turned red and backed away in disbelief. Then suddenly a smile crept up as he blushed.

"Sure will, Mrs. Quinn. I might be skinny, but I can manage to lift a hefty woman like yourself," informed Horace eagerly.

"Excuse Me," said Mrs. Quinn, firmly holding onto that gun with intimidation in her eyes.

Everyone else all gasped in unison, wondering if Mrs. Quinn was alright.

"Now you listen to me, Mr. Bing," as she fingered Horace's chest, "No one is to ever call me by such a rude word as you just did. I am not what you just described me as. I am a voluptuous woman. And don't you ever forget it."

"Yes M...Ma'am. I'm real sorry M...Ma'am. Won't ever happen again, Ma'am," Horace said, nervously looking at her gun, about to relieve himself in his trousers.

"Fine, now help me up on that horse. Jake, you come help, too."

Jake's eyes settled on her gun and then unto the whiskey bottle in his grasp. He then opted to listen to Mrs. Quinn as he could always return to his drinking later. He handed the bottle of whiskey over to Colleen, and left with Horace to assist Mrs. Quinn. Colleen immediately poured a glass for Hank to drink.

"A glass ain't gonna do me justice. Gimme that bottle!" Hank bellowed out, snatching the bottle out from Colleen's hand. Colleen flinched.

At that moment, the Reverend came in flustered with concern written all over his face, while a crowd of townsfolk looked on from outside. "I just heard a gunshot."

"Grandma Quinn just took a shot at Hank," informed Matthew.

"Well, what did Hank do to provoke her needing to defend herself?" The Reverend questioned, eying Hank drinking away that bottle of whiskey with joy and satisfaction.

"No! It was an accident, Reverend. Jake bumped into Grandma while she was holding her gun," announced Colleen nervously. "She now ran off to get Ma and still had that gun of hers." She then moved to tend to Hank's new wound until her Ma gets to the Clinic.

"Oh Lord! A sin is about to be committed if we don't take that gun away from her. We need a posse to go after her before she succeeds killing someone, or before that mountain lion gets to her."

"A-Ho," said Cloud Dancing at that moment, mysteriously showing up behind the Reverend and startling the living lights out of him.

"Cloud Dancing. Why do you always manage to spook me like that?"

"I am sorry, but the Spirits have warned me of a danger to come. I am to take you and the other men to my brother and Dr. Mike."

"Oh Dear! We are just about to get a posse started to chase after Mrs. Quinn, and fetch Dr. Mike."

"Yes, Mrs. Quinn is part of that danger. Now please, let us go now."

Hank finished the bottle of whiskey in almost one greedy gulp and immediately passed out cold. Colleen was instructed to seek help from other townsfolk witnessing the scene, in case Hank woke up causing problems. The Reverend, along with the men folk in the clinic, all followed Cloud Dancing. Dorothy, Grace, and Myra stepped into the clinic ready to assist Colleen.

DQ-DQ-DQ

"Oh, Sully! I'm frighten!" voiced an alarmed Michaela.

"Don't be. I'm here to protect ya," he supplied as he got up to plan their escape.

"But I think it's hungry, and knows we're in here." Michaela raised herself holding onto Sully's arm for security. She followed him looking out the window to access where the mountain lion was. "So we're stuck in here and likely to starve to death."

"Mmm... I don't know about you, but I ain't about to get starved while you're here with me."

"Sully...," she whispered loudly startled. "Now?... at a time like this?"

"Why not? We can't go out for now," he said mischievously as he slowly moved toward his beautiful apprehensive wife. "We have to wait till that wild cat leaves. So why not enjoy feasting on each other."

"I don't know a..."

"Are you hungry?"

"Well,... n...no," she replied

"Is that right?" he said, breathing heavily right in front of her and giving her his most seductive stare. "Com'on, are ya?"

He leaned into her giving her feathery kisses on her neck and ear, creating goose bumps to appear, and being more incorrigible, as he caressed one arm the hand trailed sensually up to cup her, messaging and bringing out its peak.

"No...," she breathed out with a coy smile. "I'm starved."

Sully, with an exaggerated eager grin, let go of her and sprang into action securing the doors and windows, making certain that the animal out there doesn't disturb them.

Suddenly fueled by excitement and watching the flex of strong muscles throughout her husband's strong hard body, especially his firm tush, as he turned around to face her, Michaela immediately pounced on him, dragging him back to the deerskin throw. He fell with a thud onto his back taking Michaela with him greedily devouring his tongue. But he didn't care, as he found himself ready to join with her. She eagerly straddled him and grabbed hold of his prize possession to aim at its precious target. She began to ride him like never before. Sully was startled, but nonetheless well pleased that finally, his normally shy enchanting wife wasn't so shy after all. As they kissed, touched, and discovered new pleasurable sensations, the sounds of ultimate pleasure could be heard over the crackling fire giving off its glow as it radiated throughout the room, adding warmth.

Consumed in their world, the lovers continued to be feverishly, lovingly engaged; they unknowingly began to roll toward the fireplace. An article of clothing was knocked off the make shift pole used between two chairs to dry their clothing. It fell partially into the flame; the other end, outside the hearth. The blaze began to roar, and the flame leaped onto the deerskin throw underneath the enthusiastic couple now, once again vocally expressing themselves to the max.

Soon, Sully's joyous shouts turned to agonizing screams. "Ahhhhhhh...!" His hair had caught on fire.

Michaela looked on horrified. She grabbed the throw to distinguish the flame on her husband, letting out a howling scream as she frantically tried to put it out. It was a close call, but she managed to save her husband. Only part of his precious mane was destroyed.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he noticed the throw in his wife's hand was on fire. "The throw is on fire!" he shouted, snatching it out of her hand and began to beat it, putting out the flame. Only in doing so he managed to knock down the rest of their clothing, and now the chairs were aflame. Soon it got out of control, and Sully wasn't able to contain it.

"We need to get out!" he roared as he picked up the burnt throw.

At that moment the mountain lion chose to make its presence known by growing fiercely.

"Sully, the mountain lion is still out there! What do we do?"

"Here, take the throw and stand behind me as we get out." Sully then grabbed his knife and tomahawk, handing her the latter. "Take this in case you need to defend yourself, and run into the barn."

"You can't fight that huge cat all by yourself," she said with frightened tears threatening to spill.

"We ain't got a choice. Either we roast, or risk going out there."

Michaela and Sully ran toward the back door only to find the hungry animal waiting there. They then made it through the front door still in their birthday suits.

At that moment, they heard a gun exploding and moments later more gunshots rang. Suddenly Mrs. Quinn was in front of her daughter and her son-in-law. High on a horse she began to feel faint as she eyed first, her nude daughter before they fell upon a very aroused Sully due to the excitement under the circumstances. He quickly went behind her daughter feeling embarrassed.

"Mother!" exclaimed Michael as she began to drape the deer skin throw over herself.

Sully then rushed to Mrs. Quinn's side to catch her as she suddenly fainted, but instead fell on top of him.

The rest of the posse finally caught up to shockingly witness the uncompromising sight of Mrs. Quinn on top of a naked Sully.

"Good Lord, this is really awkward," voiced the Reverend.

"Oh gosh, they're in the b...buff and we inter...rupted them," stuttered Horace, trying not to eye them.

"Look at Sully's hair," stated Jake with amusement on his face. "And he just had ta have the mother, too?"

Mrs. Quinn finally came to and found her face inches away from Sully's, while her hand grazed upon a particular sensitive part of him. She immediately screamed hysterically out of control.

Robert E., Jake, and Matthew zoomed to assist Mrs. Quinn up and to calm her. The Reverend closed his eyes as he went over to Michaela giving her his long jacket, as the throw over Dr. Mike wasn't covering enough.

"Thank you, Reverend," supplied Michaela, shifting uncomfortably and accepting his offering.

This was Horace's chance to play hero. He didn't get the chance to use his gun on those vultures feeding off Hank as he had thrown himself onto him chasing off those vicious birds. It was important for him to show just how strong he can be to Myra as he was tired of being called a wimp. Thus, he disappeared to the back of the house after that mountain lion with a gun in his hand.

Cloud Dancing and Matthew noticed smoke coming from the old homestead.

"My home is on fire!" screamed Matthew at the top of his lungs. Cloud Dancing, the Reverend, and Matthew bolted to put out the flame.

Loren helped Sully up and took one look at Sully's predicament, and then over to Dr. Mike. "Awwe... Why do you always have to make yourself so obvious with loving each other?" Eying Sully again. "Trying to show how viral you are? Ain't fair." He handed over his jacket to Sully. "Now cover up for goodness sake." He then ran to assist putting out the fire.

"I'm sorry a... Mrs. Quinn, well a... 'bout what happened," Sully uncomfortably stated, moving behind Michaela, trying to cover himself.

"No...I'm the one that needs to apologize," his mother-in-law stated, as she averted her eyes and straightened herself. "And,...I'd rather that, well,...it didn't even happen."

Sully, with an understanding nod to his mother-in-law, ran to help the others with the fire, once he fastened on Loren's jacket about his waist.

A loud growl was heard at the back of the house. Mrs. Quinn with her gun in hand, and her daughter with the tomahawk, ran toward the noise. A moment later a shot was heard.