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The saloon was quiet this morning. No loud costumers, no drunks obnoxiously making moves on uninterested women…or at least one woman. Even the piano played softly for the few men that were lounging by the door. They talked quietly almost secretly.

Meg found this all enjoyable as she wiped the bar counter spotless. She could even see her warm face in it's cherry wood reflection. Then she gently began waxing it down once more. It was really the only thing to do at this point. No one came up wanting a drink, no girls were attempting to get her hooked up, she couldn't mosey on up to bed again, and there was no other worker willing to play bartender so she couldn't go join her…companion at their pretend shooting range.

She had wanted that the most. To go with Jo to the little practice shoot out in the desert but alas she had work here. Still the gunfighter's essence remained with her almost like she was still sitting in front of her the first day they met. It was like that because of what had happened that morning. Meg had woken up from her perfect dream of her mysterious soul mate only to find her womanly romance in reality. Somehow she had wrapped her arm around Jo and the girl returned the favor by holding it in place. It startled Meg a bit. She had began thinking Jo heard her talking about it in her sleep and…maybe she agreed? The idea had rushed out her head as fast as it had entered. There was no possible way that could happen. It was taught to be morally wrong when Meg was a child. At least she thinks it was. Her mother had only taught her that a proper man was the way to go. Never once had a woman been mentioned so it's obviously an impossibility.

However how Meg reacted that morning went against the moral value of things. She knew it was wrong to be laying beside another girl, having a warm feeling inside just from being with her, and yet still feeling like it's okay. That the world won't end if you hold her a little tighter. So she took a chance and embraced the woman. Shockingly enough the world did not end. No attacks occurred. Life went on as though it was an average morning. And simply the already awake gunslinger replied, "Good morning."

Meg's eyes sparkled as she thought of it. It was a wonderful memory that would hopefully never fade. Even as Jo geared up and left, the saloon girl knew she'd come back with that same essence as when she woke up. That same strange feeling would still surround them, that was something that would never fade.

"Someone is acting pretty giddy today." A coworker sat on the barstool in front of the dazed girl.

"I'm just happy. Something wrong with that?" She stopped her constant wiping of the counter.

"No. Just a bit off. You usually mope 'round here like you're going to die any second. Now suddenly ya'll seem like it's your damn birthday."

She frowned as she clenched her hand into a fist. She wouldn't hit the other girl but she needed some kind of outlet. And there was only one person that helped her to an outlet and back into the perfect feeling.

"Take the bar!" She tossed the dirty washrag into the other girl's lap. Then she ran around the counter and out the double doors.

The opposite girl laughed, "She's got it bad."

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She could leave at any time! I have to be with her as long as I can! She's the only friend I've ever had!

Tears slid down her cheek. How could this seemingly perfect morning be destroyed by someone else? It wasn't fair and it wasn't hers to ruin!

She ran as fast she could down to the open desert where Jo had first taken her. Down where she had tried to shoot the innocent turtle and Meg cried so it would be saved. Down where she had tried holding up just one of Jo's major weapons and went weak in the knees. Down where Jo hadn't let her fall and had helped her back up again. Even showing her the proper way to handle a heavy piece of art like those.

Meg headed down to that mystic place only to find massive clouds of dust raining over it. It was like God's wrath of flooding the Earth was now burying it in sand. The wind began blowing making it harder to see and practically engulfing Meg into it. She was frightened but not for herself. For Jo. She had been down here when this giant beast emerged and now was probably being swallowed alive in the sand. It tore through this quiet day like a rage.

"Damn you!"

Meg heard a frightening crackling voice behind her. She managed to pull her hair back from her face long enough to get a glimpse of it. A horrible creature. A glowing orb on the top of it's head. Blood dripping down it's neck from a single bullet wound. It had black claws like a monster from Hell. The girl was terrified as to why it was angry at her. She hadn't done a thing to it. But then she realized she didn't need to do anything physical to it.

These ugly ideas of breaking morals and what's right is what created this thing! No one was ever meant to break these values in God's eyes! Those who do will be tortured by their own inner demon! This must be mine!

Meg shouted in her mind in order to hear herself think. The sand cracked and creaked around her making it impossible to scream for help. She only prayed the townspeople would hear that beast and stop it's wrath. She fell on her hands and knees from the wind yet the creature was no longer in sight. Her eyes widened with terror. This was no dream or fantasy it was real. A real demon was attacking but this time no man on a horse would come in and save her. She used to like these shootouts and danger surrounding her when they happened. When two drunks would get mad and start shooting up the saloon then the sheriff would come in and break it up. It was exciting and new. But now when she was in the line of fire it wasn't so exciting.

No one will come rescue me. No man is going to save me and ride me off into the setting sun. I'll be killed by this damned thing! All because I went against what is right and fell in love…No.

The bright glow of the orb returned, it rushed for the red head. She tried to crawl away but the sand slapping her legs and arms was to painful. She only closed her eyes and awaited punishment from Heaven and Hell's disciple.

She let out a scream as blood splashed across her arms, legs and pretty face. She could feel the wetness dripping from her cheek. It was horrible. The mere thought of being hit and feeling your own blood spread across your body was terrifying. Feeling it for real was worse. Except there was no pain. No agony surging her body. Was she dead already? Or was she stuck in the stage of life and death?

She dared to open one eye only to see blood flowing not from her own body. But from Jo's. Through the large rip in the arm of her trench coat the blood dripped. It slid across a familiar, shimmering purple glow. A glow the stretched up the girl's arm and was even illuminating through the coat's fabric on her back. She bravely stood in a protective position in front of the red head. Her guns crossed as she held the beast's one claw back. The other still shallowly dug into her arm. She didn't even look at her fresh wound. Her fiery, angry eyes were always on the disgusting creature before her. But even her anger could not kill this monster. She was slowly running out of options, only hoping it would die of exhaustion.

Meanwhile the bloody yet unharmed girl shook as she gazed at this sight. It was so terrifying but a smile was on her face. Her inner demon, caused by her own selfish wrongful morals was being defeated by the one thing that may have sparked the impure thoughts. At least that's what Meg thought until one of the Desert Eagles smacked against the hard, sandy ground. Jo managed to maneuver the one that remained so that the hideous beast couldn't touch her other exposed arm.

Meg now switched into a state of survival. She was so scared of this thing and even more scared that Jo couldn't beat it. Jo always had the aura of danger and power surrounding her. It probably scared off many men and creatures in her life but now something more sinister tested it's luck against her. More so it might actually take her down.

The saloon girl slowly reached over and grabbed the gun, pulling it up to herself. How on Earth could she help the girl that made her feel things she hadn't felt before? The determination was there but no way to follow through. New fears emerged in the younger girl's mind. Her past thoughts, her morals, her abandonment, her life now, people in her life that never seemed to care and then one beautiful day an angel came and changed that. She made the pain slowly dissipate in only a couple days of meeting. Everything that was wrong became right. Everything that never made sense came to a clear conclusion. Questions were answered without speaking. And now only one remained. Would Meg let the woman she loved be killed by a creature she created?

Her blue eyes narrowed as she stood up, she carried the gun with both hands in order to pick it up. She still could not lift it. Not on her own.

Suddenly she thought her plan was thwarted as the beast jumped backwards. It's grip on Jo freeing. It quickly prepared to strike again. This time even the fighter stumbled backwards. "Jo!" Meg came up beside her. The red once again met blue. Fierce and innocent. "Meg! I'll protect you!" She yelled over the growing walls of sand. "What!" She couldn't hear her.

"Enough of this playtime! I'll send both of you straight to Hell!" The monster charged at them with full force.

Meg froze as the glowing green orb came closer. Doubts filled her mind. But even doubt had never stopped an angel. Jo grabbed Meg's hand. She slid her own over it and held onto the gun. Quickly she slammed the weapons in front of her and shot two single bullets at the beast. It hit the orb directly. Forcing the demon to explode from lack of power. Jo quickly put her guns in the holsters and picked up Meg bridal style. She ran off with her just as the last of the creature perished.

Almost immediately afterwards, the wind died and the sand fell back to the ground. The power it once served was gone and the war was won.

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'"Meg you'll find a man. Have children and be happy. I just know it." She kept brushing the young girl's soft hair. "I know. I'll find a cowboy who won't leave me for a dumb fight! He'll stand by his woman no matter what!" She cheered. "That's right sweetie. But make sure he treats you right and gives you all he can give."'

"…I think she wanted him to give me love." Meg mumbled as she woke up from her dream.

She was laying in her bed. Outside the window she saw the moon. Her light on her vanity was lit up. Had it all been a dream?

She sat up seeing that her work clothes were still on. It was slightly torn in the stomach but nothing noticeable. She looked around but didn't see Jo anywhere. Maybe she was all a dream too. She slid her feet over the side of the bed and rubbed her eyes. What had happened?

'Creak.'

Her bedroom door creaked open to reveal Jo. She had in her hands a white box and a bottle of clear ointment. "Hey you're awake." She smiled. A silent sigh of relief slipped from Meg's mouth. "Yeah. What's all that?" She looked at the box.

"Oh," she closed the door, "some more cotton balls and medicine. I got it from next door."

"I had some in the closet." She scooted over as Jo sat down.

"I used it all. My arm needed a lot. I just did what you did with my side so hopefully it's not infected." She opened the box.

"You should have woke me up. I would have put it on you."

"No you needed sleep." She put a little ointment on a cotton ball and gently pressed it against Meg's face.

"Oww." She realized a cut was on her cheek.

"Sorry. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"I don't think so….Jo what happened?"

She stopped pressing the medicine on the younger girl's face. Her eyes narrowed when thinking about it.

'She aimed carefully at the buzzard. It had the scent of some kind of dead animal and wanted to snack on it. Jo just sensed that it was about to be a dead bird. "Come on." She whispered. "Better save your bullets, scum." She quickly turned to see a girl standing there. She had called herself Lava in their previous meeting. "Did I rip out your gut when I clawed you last time?" She giggled. "Shut up." Jo shot at her, not expecting to hit her. Of course she didn't as Lava jumped into the air and transformed into a giant, ugly beast. A glowing shape on her head. "This is an improvement on your look." Jo began rapidly shooting at her. They tussled for quite awhile as Lava began doing some weird moves, forcing the sand to rise. Her power had increasingly improved somehow. They fought until they couldn't see one another through the sand. It was then that Jo could sense another presence in the sand trap. Her arm's purple glow emerged as she took off towards her strong sense. She then knew it was Meg. Something in her mind spoke to her telling her to quickly save the girl. So she did as her instincts said.'

Jo told Meg this little flashback of hers, leaving out certain detail.

"After you fainted I just brought you back here. I got some water and got my blood off of you. That's it." She looked down.

"So…that thing wasn't after me at all. It was after you." All her worries about a demon attacking her for her own reasons faded. It was almost depressing that her sins wouldn't be taken.

"You shouldn't have been there." She set the box and the bottle down on the floor.

"I only wanted to see you. I'm sorry if that's bad."

Jo looked at her, "You wanted to?"

She nodded, "You're the only friend I've ever had. I know you'll leave soon so I thought we could spend a little more time together."

Jo smiled, "No one ever told me that before."

When she showed up I was angry. I didn't want her to see me like that but why? Then I was actually scared…I thought I'd loose her. I can't feel like that. I have to go tomorrow…She can't be involved with this.

"Jo can I ask you something?"

"Anything you want."

"H-have you ever had to make a decision between your heart and your mind? Like your mind knows what's right but your heart says it feels wrong?" She blushed.

"Yeah."

"Really? What happened?" She got a bit excited.

"Well…this guy he was begging me to spare his life. My mind said to kill him since he was a criminal. But I guess you could say my heart said to spare him."

"So which one did you pick?"

"…..Lets just say I had to wash the blood off my gun." She turned red.

Oh great. She follows her mind.

"Why did you ask me that anyway?" She looked at the red head.

"Oh umm….well I just had this dumb idea. Forget it. It's not important." She smiled.

Jo smiled too, "Okay then lets get some sleep."

She was about to get up but Meg grabbed her hand.

"Can you leave the light on? I'm still a bit scared from earlier."

Jo nodded and laid down on her back. It felt good to finally relax now that Lava was gone. Jo still couldn't figure why she fought the way she did today. A fight had never been so intense or so thrilling before. Maybe because she was fighting for someone's life more then for herself.

"J-Jo, will you please hold me?"

The gunfighter was a little shocked when seeing Meg start crying. She didn't even let Jo answer and cuddled up beside her. Jo calmly put her arm around her.

"Don't cry." She whispered.

"I can't help it." She whimpered and held onto her friend.

Jo wasn't sure what to do. If she tried to comfort the girl more then things might spiral out of control. But if she let her cry then she would be in more mental pain.

"I don't know why. I don't know why you make me feel like this. I just feel so safe and loved when you're here." Meg blurted out.

"Meg don't say that."

She looked up at her, tears no longer in her eyes, "W-why?"

Jo looked into her eyes, a strange sensation taking her body. Meg looked so scared, worried and that's what made Jo tick. She wanted the pain to stop at that second but it wouldn't. She didn't deny her feelings she just couldn't explain them at that point. She wanted to badly take Meg and make all her pain stop. It added on to her confusion about wanting to protect the saloon girl. Her mind fluttered with thought.

Jo gently brushed Meg's bangs from her face as she looked for words in her mind. It was hard to say anything.

Meg slowly pulled herself up to her friend. Unlike Jo, she knew what she wanted to do. Only to test her theory and face that damn demon inside of her to see if she was right or wrong. If Jo left the next day then she'd never know why the girl made her feel so great. Slowly she leaned her head towards Jo's but stopped herself from furthering. Fear reared it's head. The thought of doing this really might make her world end. Hugging was one thing but actually showing a sort of love was different.

But before Meg could explain why she was doing this. Jo slid her hand to back of her head and pushed her mouth against her own. It was gentle at first. Not really even a kiss. Meg's lips touched Jo's but neither girl would try anything else. Jo knew it was what Meg wanted though. That's how she could make all the pain stop.

Meg was still to frightened to do anything. Her heart said it was alright but her mind furthered on about moral value. That's when Jo realized if she didn't do something then Meg wouldn't. She pulled back away from her friend's mouth.

"It's okay. You don't have to be scared anymore. I'll protect you."

The girl's eyes twinkled. She then understood what Jo had said earlier in the sand.

'"Meg! I'll protect you!"'

"Jo!" She gathered up her strength and kissed the gunfighter. Without hesitation, Jo wrapped her arms around the younger woman's waist. She even managed to roll on top of her without breaking the kiss.

They continued this without thinking of any consequences or of what tomorrow's outcome would be. They only laced fingers together and made their night passionate. The morning sun would bring tragedy for both of them, however it would be Jo who could unlace her fingers and walk away.

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