Disclaimer-I do not own this movie. Get over yourselves!
A/n-I'm very proud to announce that this is the final chapter! I'm writing
a sequel though so don't flame me or anything. I love all you reviewers
out there and all you people that read but don't review, even though you
should (Chach). Thank you guys for all the support and putting up with my
wild antics. Duck and Jaws, you guys better e-mail me because I need your
help with something about the sequel. Its VERY important.
Ace woke up on the floor with a severe pain in his shoulder. He stood up and stretched. The pain dulled but was still vivid. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled out of the room, leaving Sara asleep in the chair.
Spot heard Ace groan when he stood up but kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to talk to Ace at the moment. He would only get an emotional verbal whipping. It wasn't something he looked forward to. Ace eventually left and Sara was still dozing in the chair so Spot opened his sapphire eyes. She must have heard the door shut because her eyes wavered open and she looked at him. He smiled.
"Hello Spot," She said blearily.
"Heya sweetheart. Why are ya sleepin on a chair? Come here." He opened his arms and she lay down next to him. Her body was warm from sleep and felt good on his battered form.
"So, how's Ace been?" Spot asked. Ace had looked sick and exhausted when he had stood up from the floor.
"He's making it. He's exhausted and emotionally drained as am I."
"But he's okay, right? He ain't beatin hisself up ovah dis?"
"Not Ace Conlon. Never! He would never beat himself up for something he had absolutely nothing to do with!" Sara whispered sarcastically. Ace was know for apologizing too much and taking the blame for things he didn't do.
Spot laughed and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "Christ I love ya Sara. Ya so damn beautiful!"
She smirked. "I love you too and you aren't bad to look at either. In fact you're a sight for sore eyes."
"Thanks. Ya really know how ta compliment."
She kissed him softly on the mouth and that kiss turned into a touch and on. Let's just say Sara's vow was broken because I don't write NC-17 fics.
The next morning was total mayhem due to Striker and Ace's usual morning battle. Striker had Ace's hat and was running throughout the lodging house screaming bloody murder.
"Striker Montgomery! I swear when I get my hands on ya I'll kill ya!" Ace grabbed her around the waist and through her to the ground.
Sara and Spot watched this from the top of the steps. Spot was shaking with laughter and Sara was giving up on the silent stint.
Striker flipped Ace onto his back and sat on him. He struggled to push her away and threatened to kill her quiet a few times but instead of running she kissed his mouth. He froze.
"What da hell was dat?!" He shouted when she broke it. The other boys were cheering.
"That was a kiss," Striker retorted.
"No I mean what was all dat 'I hate ya Ace' stuff if ya really liked me? An' would ya get off me now? Its scarin' me."
Striker stood up. "That was because I liked ya didn't want anyone ta know. There are ya happy?"
"Thrilled.".
Spot put his arm around Sara's waist and Ace looked up at him with a grin.
"Hey Spot what were ya doin last night?" Shots asked accusingly.
Spot smiled and said vehemently, "Wouldn't you like ta know?"
"In fact I would!" Ace snapped sarcastically.
Sara stuck her tongue out but hugged Spot and turned red.
'I finally know where I belong,' She told herself. 'They FOUND me.'
a/n-Awwww... isn't it sooo sweet? I loved writing this and it was a great experience and I'm writing a sequel soon though so don't cry! I love you all.
Ace woke up on the floor with a severe pain in his shoulder. He stood up and stretched. The pain dulled but was still vivid. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled out of the room, leaving Sara asleep in the chair.
Spot heard Ace groan when he stood up but kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to talk to Ace at the moment. He would only get an emotional verbal whipping. It wasn't something he looked forward to. Ace eventually left and Sara was still dozing in the chair so Spot opened his sapphire eyes. She must have heard the door shut because her eyes wavered open and she looked at him. He smiled.
"Hello Spot," She said blearily.
"Heya sweetheart. Why are ya sleepin on a chair? Come here." He opened his arms and she lay down next to him. Her body was warm from sleep and felt good on his battered form.
"So, how's Ace been?" Spot asked. Ace had looked sick and exhausted when he had stood up from the floor.
"He's making it. He's exhausted and emotionally drained as am I."
"But he's okay, right? He ain't beatin hisself up ovah dis?"
"Not Ace Conlon. Never! He would never beat himself up for something he had absolutely nothing to do with!" Sara whispered sarcastically. Ace was know for apologizing too much and taking the blame for things he didn't do.
Spot laughed and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "Christ I love ya Sara. Ya so damn beautiful!"
She smirked. "I love you too and you aren't bad to look at either. In fact you're a sight for sore eyes."
"Thanks. Ya really know how ta compliment."
She kissed him softly on the mouth and that kiss turned into a touch and on. Let's just say Sara's vow was broken because I don't write NC-17 fics.
The next morning was total mayhem due to Striker and Ace's usual morning battle. Striker had Ace's hat and was running throughout the lodging house screaming bloody murder.
"Striker Montgomery! I swear when I get my hands on ya I'll kill ya!" Ace grabbed her around the waist and through her to the ground.
Sara and Spot watched this from the top of the steps. Spot was shaking with laughter and Sara was giving up on the silent stint.
Striker flipped Ace onto his back and sat on him. He struggled to push her away and threatened to kill her quiet a few times but instead of running she kissed his mouth. He froze.
"What da hell was dat?!" He shouted when she broke it. The other boys were cheering.
"That was a kiss," Striker retorted.
"No I mean what was all dat 'I hate ya Ace' stuff if ya really liked me? An' would ya get off me now? Its scarin' me."
Striker stood up. "That was because I liked ya didn't want anyone ta know. There are ya happy?"
"Thrilled.".
Spot put his arm around Sara's waist and Ace looked up at him with a grin.
"Hey Spot what were ya doin last night?" Shots asked accusingly.
Spot smiled and said vehemently, "Wouldn't you like ta know?"
"In fact I would!" Ace snapped sarcastically.
Sara stuck her tongue out but hugged Spot and turned red.
'I finally know where I belong,' She told herself. 'They FOUND me.'
a/n-Awwww... isn't it sooo sweet? I loved writing this and it was a great experience and I'm writing a sequel soon though so don't cry! I love you all.