Disclaimer: If I owned Hook or Peter Pan why would I be writing this? And no I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh either. Oh and if there really is a PixieDust.com we don't own that either, it just sounded cool and fitted the story. Nor do I have any claim to Trigun, the Wizard of Oz or Pirates of the Caribbean.
AN: Sorry has taken forever, my muse has been MIA. Oh well.
Ok Thanks to everyone who has reviewed thus far. Oh yeah especially to star2717 your review, it gave me a much needed laugh. By the way I love how you didn't even have the guts to a) read through the entire story thus far b) sign in or c) even leave an email address.
Ok enough of that. Now on to the story!
Shove it Up Their Ass and Fire
By Daggerpoint and Ammerice
"That isn't working," Rufio said, several moments later.
"Well it's the best I can do till the kid gets back."
"Why don't you just dump cold water on her?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe because she's already SOAKED?!" Terry screamed the last word at Rufio. Turning back to her friend she muttered "baka".
Rufio just glared at her back, having no clue what she had just called him, but he was quite sure it was an insult. "Don't turn your back on me. I'm in charge here."
Terry rolled her eyes, and stood up to face him. "Look jackass, you may be in charge of those boys, but I sure as hell don't take orders from anyone. You got that?" Her voice was a low growl, but her face was an icy mask.
Rufio drew himself up. "I'm the one who holds the sword of Pan. Until you can take it from me, you will obey my orders."
Terry snorted. "Snowballs' chance in hell I will."
Rufio's fingers itched to draw the blade at his side. "Then get the sword."
"No."
Rufio's surprise showed on his face.
"I prefer my own blades. A certain sword does not make you a leader." Her eyes were lofty and calculating. At that moment the boy Terry had sent for medical supplies came crashing back into the clearing.
"Finally" Terry muttered, under her breath. She took the supplies from the kid, and began to gently clean Kit's various scrapes and cuts. Once that had been completed she began to clean the salt off Kit's face. The fresh water seemed to push Kit towards consciousness. She let out another small groan, her face showing signs of pain.
"Kit? Kit hold still." Terry was focused completely on her friend. "Take it slow," she warned Kit as the prone girl struggled to open her eyes.
"Damn" Kit said finally opening her eyes, blinking rapidly. "Did some one get the number of the truck that hit me?"
Terry smirked. "Sorry."
Kit just glared, but instantly regretted it as her head began to pound even more fiercely. At her flinch, Terry immediately began digging in the pockets of her wet jeans. Her brow furrowed in concentration until she with drew a small white packet. "Here." She handed the packet to Kit. "It's not the greatest. No meds from the health center are, but it should help a little." Kit's response was to open the packet and pop the two painkillers into her mouth.
"Better than nothing I guess," Kit said. "Anybody got any water?"
One of the boys handed her a small canteen. She nodded her thanks and took a long draught. In the mean time Terry had begun to clean up her own salt encrusted hair, which was a pain, due to the curls that appeared when her hair had begun to dry. Kit watched as she handed the canteen she had used back to its owner, her amusement growing as Terry's patients ran out.
"That's I give up! I should have cut off this mess years ago! Why the hell did I decide I wanted long hair anyways?" she exploded.
Kit giggled to herself, before turning to the audience. "Would any of you know a place where we could bathe? Terry gets a bit pissy when her hair is being a pain."
The boys just looked to Rufio. He glared back. Kit turn to him, and raised her eyebrows. His glare only intensified. The new contest of wills was interrupted by Terry's voice. "Hey you Rufio no baka, tell us where the hell we can bathe or I am going to make you hit some exceedingly high notes." Her voice was a menacing growl, and her eyes held flames. Immediately Rufio knew exactly what she meant and scrambled to his feet. "Sure come on."
Terry smirked then walked over and pulled Kit to her feet. "Let's go already," now more relaxed at the idea of a bath.
AN: I know! I know! It's really really short, but between writer's block, college stuff and exams... Well things should start moving faster once Summer is here. In the mean time please review!
AN: Sorry has taken forever, my muse has been MIA. Oh well.
Ok Thanks to everyone who has reviewed thus far. Oh yeah especially to star2717 your review, it gave me a much needed laugh. By the way I love how you didn't even have the guts to a) read through the entire story thus far b) sign in or c) even leave an email address.
Ok enough of that. Now on to the story!
Shove it Up Their Ass and Fire
By Daggerpoint and Ammerice
"That isn't working," Rufio said, several moments later.
"Well it's the best I can do till the kid gets back."
"Why don't you just dump cold water on her?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe because she's already SOAKED?!" Terry screamed the last word at Rufio. Turning back to her friend she muttered "baka".
Rufio just glared at her back, having no clue what she had just called him, but he was quite sure it was an insult. "Don't turn your back on me. I'm in charge here."
Terry rolled her eyes, and stood up to face him. "Look jackass, you may be in charge of those boys, but I sure as hell don't take orders from anyone. You got that?" Her voice was a low growl, but her face was an icy mask.
Rufio drew himself up. "I'm the one who holds the sword of Pan. Until you can take it from me, you will obey my orders."
Terry snorted. "Snowballs' chance in hell I will."
Rufio's fingers itched to draw the blade at his side. "Then get the sword."
"No."
Rufio's surprise showed on his face.
"I prefer my own blades. A certain sword does not make you a leader." Her eyes were lofty and calculating. At that moment the boy Terry had sent for medical supplies came crashing back into the clearing.
"Finally" Terry muttered, under her breath. She took the supplies from the kid, and began to gently clean Kit's various scrapes and cuts. Once that had been completed she began to clean the salt off Kit's face. The fresh water seemed to push Kit towards consciousness. She let out another small groan, her face showing signs of pain.
"Kit? Kit hold still." Terry was focused completely on her friend. "Take it slow," she warned Kit as the prone girl struggled to open her eyes.
"Damn" Kit said finally opening her eyes, blinking rapidly. "Did some one get the number of the truck that hit me?"
Terry smirked. "Sorry."
Kit just glared, but instantly regretted it as her head began to pound even more fiercely. At her flinch, Terry immediately began digging in the pockets of her wet jeans. Her brow furrowed in concentration until she with drew a small white packet. "Here." She handed the packet to Kit. "It's not the greatest. No meds from the health center are, but it should help a little." Kit's response was to open the packet and pop the two painkillers into her mouth.
"Better than nothing I guess," Kit said. "Anybody got any water?"
One of the boys handed her a small canteen. She nodded her thanks and took a long draught. In the mean time Terry had begun to clean up her own salt encrusted hair, which was a pain, due to the curls that appeared when her hair had begun to dry. Kit watched as she handed the canteen she had used back to its owner, her amusement growing as Terry's patients ran out.
"That's I give up! I should have cut off this mess years ago! Why the hell did I decide I wanted long hair anyways?" she exploded.
Kit giggled to herself, before turning to the audience. "Would any of you know a place where we could bathe? Terry gets a bit pissy when her hair is being a pain."
The boys just looked to Rufio. He glared back. Kit turn to him, and raised her eyebrows. His glare only intensified. The new contest of wills was interrupted by Terry's voice. "Hey you Rufio no baka, tell us where the hell we can bathe or I am going to make you hit some exceedingly high notes." Her voice was a menacing growl, and her eyes held flames. Immediately Rufio knew exactly what she meant and scrambled to his feet. "Sure come on."
Terry smirked then walked over and pulled Kit to her feet. "Let's go already," now more relaxed at the idea of a bath.
AN: I know! I know! It's really really short, but between writer's block, college stuff and exams... Well things should start moving faster once Summer is here. In the mean time please review!