Author's Notes: Yup. I'm dumb. As if I didn't have enough while doing the school musical, I tried out for the Shakespeare play too. And I made it. I should be doing some more writing during Christmas break, but if for some reason I don't, I wish you all a Merry Christmas… and -cough cough- It'd make me very happy if you would review! 3
Bo took a deep breath.
Her eyes closed too quickly to even pay attention at the abnormality of the man, or creature pointing a gun at her.
She raised her hands slowly, trying to get the feeling back in her fingers that had suddenly gone numb. Suddenly she was shoved out of the way, and collided with the floor.
Jessie stood there with a smoking pistol in her hand, still in the hospital clothes.
"Where did you get that?" Bo cried, jumping up quickly to see the man in the hallway was probably dead on the floor.
"Don't tell Woody, or Buzz, or the Doctors, or… Just don't tell anybody. I was really depressed Bo. I snuck this in, and I debated on many nights whether I should… well… end my life. Don't give me that look, I'm myself again. I'm not gonna do that ever again," the cowgirl said.
"What do we do now?" Bo said timidly, twiddling her fingers.
"Could you get my old clothes from that drawer over there? Like heck I'm fighting anybody in this crud."
The two girls travelled through the hallways cautiously, Jessie always being dead on with her targets. Bo felt helpless, following behind her. There weren't many enemies lingering around. The rangers of Star Command seemed to be handling it well.
"Stay close behind. We're going to find your boyfriend," Jessie said.
"Don't you think, well, we should just wait for things to even out?" Bo asked, glancing at a group of Rangers overtaking another group of the mysterious people. They were all jagged shaped, with claw like hands and several beady eyes. They stood hunched over, with wide mouths and several sharp, long teeth.
"Woody's the only one that doesn't have a fancy suit of armor to protect him. If I know him well enough, he's fighting right in the center of the battle, and he'll probably do something risky and stupid."
"We're not wearing suits either…"
Jessie shoved her arm over Bo's shoulder and shot at something behind them. "Well then I'm not going to let him do something risky and stupid alone…"
"What are these things anyway?" Bo asked, wincing at Jessie's action.
"Space Crabs. We encountered them when Woody brought me home for the first time…"
"I've never seen anything like them before… You have a plan right?"
Jessie let out a hollow laugh. Bo decided it was best to stay silent after that.
She followed the anxious cowgirl towards the main station of Star Command. Apparently the Crabs didn't know who they were dealing with when they invaded, but despite the trained rangers, the Crabs were holding up enough to be a legitimate threat.
In the main deck of the command center, the big battle was commencing, and it wasn't hard to spot from a sea of white, green, and red, a brown cowboy hat in the thick of it.
"I told you," Jessie said smugly.
"I have a feeling you're about to do something really, really, dumb," Bo said quietly.
"Wait here, under this desk," the cowgirl said pointing to an oddly shaped desk and ignoring Bo's last comment. "You'll probably only get hurt if you come out."
"Then why on Earth did you have me come with you?" Bo said desperately, crouching down beside the desk.
"You'dve been there all alone… unprotected."
"I could've locked the door! Plus I'm pretty sure this desk isn't gonna hide me for long…"
Jessie let out a huff. "Just stay here, ok? I'm won't be gone long, and if someone comes to attack you, here," she threw down another gun beside Bo.
"Two guns Jess?"
"I always keep a spare," she said. After seeing Bo's face she added "Don't worry. Space Crabs are nasty, but they're slow, and kind of stupid. You'll be fine." The cowgirl sprung into action and ran through the crowd towards Woody.
Bo rolled her eyes, and despite the deep, sick feeling she had in the pit of her stomach, she sat and waited patiently, praying silently no 'Space whatever' would come her way. After a few minutes of crouching, her knees began to get sore. She started to get up when she saw that familiar brown hat bobbing along against the crowd towards her, along with a red hat tagging along.
"What are you doing here?" Woody asked when he reached the terrified waitress. "You could get killed!"
"What was I supposed to do with her, Woody? She couldn't wait all alone in the hospital ward…" Jessie butted in.
"And bringing her here was a better idea? You shouldn't be here either. You're not even completely well," he argued back. Bo stayed cowered down by the side of the desk.
"I'm just fine! I'm capable of fighting for myself, thank you very much," the redhed said stubbornly.
"Well she's not!" Woody said, pointing to Bo.
That's when she'd had it.
Bo stood up with a dignified look on her face, she clutched the gun Jessie gave her. She wasn't exactly sure if she was holding it correctly, but she did know that pulling the trigger made it work. And before Woody or Jessie could stop her, she stepped into the crowd.
What am I doing?
As she was trying to adjust the gun on her hand, she accidentally shot at the ceiling, which luckily didn't do much. Bo kept fumbling with the gun until a slimy, oozing, claw rested on her shoulder.
Bo looked up and ungracefully dropped the gun she was holding. The creature grabbed her quickly, and pressed her up against his chest, holding his claw to her throat. She tried to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth.
The monster made unintelligible noises loudly, and the fighting ceased as Bo and the Crab backed up slowly.
"Let her go!" She heard Jessie's voice yell out among the many other shouts of concern.
The Crab gurgled some other sounds, and continued to back up, while the other crabs started to follow.
Woody took a step, but then stopped when he saw the Crab stick its claw harder on Bo's neck. He was pressing so hard, that before long Bo started to black out…
Oh Bo, why do you do such foolish things? Eh, I might've done the same...