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On to chapter four!

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Red and blue a strange yet hypnotizing mixture…unless you want purple.

However these two colors weren't trying to make anything else but sense to each other right now.

Red: Confused, wondering, unknowing how to express or explain why things were happening at that moment.

Blue: More confused, slightly scared, feeling an overwhelming sensation of…well it had never exactly had this sensation before. So many things to say but not knowing where to start.

These two-of-a-kind colors were of course the eyes of Jo and Meg.

Both still staring into the others with more curiosity then an obsessed anime fan dieing to know if a certain gunfighter died or not.

They had been like this for only a few minutes but it was feeling like years to both of them. Due to the awkward and strange position they remained in it began stretching time further and further.

"I don't understand, Jo. You don't think there's a man out there who will love me? Is that what you're saying?" She was almost whispering.

Jo finally shifted her eyes past Meg, she now looked into the mirror behind the saloon girl. At her own reflection and tried to find words that could explain her reaction. When she had asked Meg if she really thought that particular person was a man, what did she mean? The question slipped out of her mouth when she backed her roommate up against the reflective glass. She now added yet another unanswered question to her ever growing list.

"Jo?" Meg gasped as Jo pressed her even harder backwards.

"That's not what I meant…" She looked down at the girl.

Meg's eyes were glassy not teary. She was obviously in pain from the pressure but more mentally injured.

She gently moved her arms up to Jo's stomach and pushed.

Immediately Jo jumped backwards. Accidentally, Meg had touched her wounded area. It wasn't that she hurt her just startled her. Whenever she had been suffering from a battle injury it was a common reaction to guard the sensitive spot more so then an uninjured place. Enemies would hit the soft spot as to take the opposing side down easier. Naturally a warrior would refuse to let that happen by standing back.

Jo knew that information well though she had no idea when she learned it or why. It had always been a piece of her memory and she tried not question her instincts.

"I'm sorry! You were hurting me so I pushed but I didn't mean for that to happen!" Meg flailed her arms around in panic.

Jo smirked, "It's alright."

"Phew. I thought you were really mad. Seriously I'm sorry. I won't do that again."

They both nodded. It was apparent neither one wanted to discuss their previous conversation. Probably because they had no idea where to even start.

Jo's comment about finding a "man"?

Meg's curiosity about it?

More history about her father?

Jo's interest in her anger towards men?

They both had questions but didn't really like this topic. It was a painful trip down memory lane that seemed endless. Each time they dared to say something about it a memory from each girl's past would appear, forcing them to choke on the words.

"Lets get some sleep." Meg quietly flicked off the light and quickly returned to her usual spot on the bed. Jo did the same but without as much enthusiasm.

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Jo really has a strange way of thinking. More like a strange way of talking. I don't think she even knows what she meant! I hope she wasn't trying to be mean or something. But asking if I thought it was really a man…Woah wait! Did she mean like…No. That's not even a possibility is it? If she meant that my special person was a..was a girl? That can't be. Mom always said a cowBOY was perfect she never said anything about a woman and another woman being anything more then friends.

Meg was still awake after hours of laying motionless in bed. She had no idea if Jo was awake or not. If she was then she hadn't moved in that time either.

Meg had a reason to be awake. Her thoughts left her mind restless and wandering. She had been slowly piecing together Jo's comments. It had finally hit her on a possibility of what she meant. However it was only a possibility. She could have been talking about something completely different. Either way Meg was to scared to ask her about it. She could freak her out with talking of a girl loving another girl. Then having to sleep next to her would be to weird.

Still this new fantasy took it's place in the young girl's mind. It made an imaginary root of sorts and found a spot in her vast pretend world. It was intriguing to have new ideas and such an odd one at that. It was crazy but fun to think about.

Back to back with Meg was her mysterious friend. They lay not even a few inches apart and their thoughts weren't exactly far from one another either.

She hates men, huh? Yet she truly believes one of those "piggish, arrogant, idiots" will come in her and sweep her away. She's got some weird thoughts. I bet that's the only reason she's still around. She wants a guy to waltz up to the bar and carry her away on a black horse. I don't think she'll find a single man like that in this town…Still I wonder why I said that. I didn't mean for it to slip out…

A tingling sensation around her side forced her out of thought. The blanket had moved as Meg rolled over, it brushed against her. The healing was making it feel strange enough as it was. At that moment Jo knew only one thought.

I can't wait to get out of here.

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Meg snuggled up, burying her warm face in her pillow as she began dreaming. It had taken long enough to fall asleep and now she felt at ease.

'"I found my man! I'll have a better life with him then I've ever had here!" She yelled over the piano's playing, over the customers and over her shocked coworkers. She jumped over the bar, a smile plastered over her face, a genuine smile for the first time. She knew the time to leave was soon, the time to start life over with her other half. She ran through the entrance double doors and out into the ghostlike town. The sun was shining brightly, making her already sparkling red hair become florescent. Standing before her was a tall shimmering white horse, it's reins made of gold. More importantly was the person sitting on the horse. Tall, dark, face covered by a black cowboy hat. Had a long black overcoat, shining black boots, chaps that covered their long legs and a black undershirt that pulled the look together. "I knew you'd come!" Meg cheered. They simply stretched out their hand to her, she graciously took it. But stopped as their coat slipped up past the wrist exposing a familiar glittering purple mark.'

By looking at Meg's sleeping face no one would ever suspect what she had just seen. First she looked skeptical but in only a second she switched to a peaceful, happy expression. She even snuggled closer to her pillow.

Jo was having her own…pleasant dreams.

' The enemy surrounded her, odds against her like always. Bu that always made it more interesting. The shots began firing wildly from every direction. She merely smirked and dodged every one of them. These cowards had nothing on her! "Come on! I'm waiting!" She yelled. They obviously knew she could take them so they retreated. She wasn't about to let them get away. Her own shots blasted them to tiny pieces. The blood stained her clothing and some of her face. She didn't care, it was rather enjoyable. The fight was won, the battle over. She placed her guns back in their rightful places in her holsters. She smirked while walking through the night. She had a prize waiting for her and didn't want to keep them waiting. Sure enough a black horse began galloping up to her as fast as t could. It stopped in front of her. She smiled. The figure sitting upon the horse was slender, hat tipped up, yellow chaps gleaming in the moonlight, shirt was a bit revealing but more so this person made Jo want to be calm now. She was so empowered for the fight and now felt calm and relaxed. "Lets go home." The figure moved back from their place on the front of the horse, allowing Jo to climb up before them. She did so and began riding the horse off into the night. Two warm arms gripped her waist and a angelic face snuggling up to her back.'

Jo smiled in her sleep. In her dream it finally felt like she had found someone to fight for rather then something to win. She knew it didn't matter to this particular person if she won or lost, they would always be there to support her.

Instead of questions filling the girl's minds they now felt peaceful. They both found what they were looking for in their dreams. And they continued sleeping, Meg's tiny arms slipped around Jo's waist, avoiding her soft spot, her face gently caressing her back and Jo sleepily grabbing the girl's arm and wrapping tighter around herself.

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