*hangs head* Sorry.

So very sorry for the wait.

I dedicate this chapter to chaosbulldog, because I know you have yet to give up on me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danger Days, the Killjoys, or MCR. Sadly.

She decided, right then and there, that she would not like him. Any of them.

Bunny shook her head, keeping a poker face.

He kept looking at her.

Fun Ghoul took another drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke at Kobra. He coughed a little and rolled his eyes. Ghoul grinned and turned to Bunny.

"Out in the desert, you gotta be careful and keep your boots laced tight or…" he winked at her. "A snake might just slither into your pants."

Kobra shot him a dirty look. Party unsuccessfully tried to masquerade a snicker as a cough.

"Shut up, Ghoul."

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Kobra had been out in the garage working on the brakes for at least an hour before he came inside, wiping the oil off of his face with the bottom of his dingy white shirt. Bunny looked up from her perch on the kitchen counter where Jet Star was patiently rewrapping her arm with clean bandages. When Party introduced her, Bunny had raised an eyebrow at Jet's eccentric curly hairstyle, but he was nice enough. He hadn't shot any embarrassing innuendos her way like Ghoul yet, anyway.

She glanced away when Kobra met her eyes.

"Kobra, do we still have any of that Better Living antibiotic stuff from that outpost raid?" Jet asked, turning away to check a cabinet whose metal door was hanging off the hinges over in the corner

"I don't know," he answered, frowning. "Ghoul went a little overboard on Gracie when she got scraped up from that clap we had last week." He walked over to Bunny and picked up her injured arm gently, grimacing at the bloody wound. She scowled and pulled it away. She didn't need two grown men fussing over her like she was some sort of helpless child.

Grace appeared in the doorway, holding onto the arm of a dirty toy robot.

"Bunny, do you want to see my room? Party said it was okay if you slept in there with me."

"Sure," Bunny said. "Jet Star just has to finish with my arm, 'kay?"

Grace grinned and turned back around, her curls bouncing as she walked away. Jet let out a small cry of triumph as he pulled a safety pin out of a drawer and returned to Bunny to fix her bandages.

"I take it you're her hairstylist?" Bunny asked.

He chuckled. Bunny kept her mouth in a straight line, focusing on a crack in the wall behind him. Jet had given her a grand tour of the house, probably because he had nothing better to do. The diner was cluttered, to say the least, every surface covered with broken electronics and long forgotten memorabilia. A couple of blotchy spray-painted mannequins stared quietly from the corner of the front room. Dated barstools framed the lunch counter, but the rest of the furniture in the place was mismatched, rusty, broken, or a combination of the three.

"Anyway, where's Ghoul? I gotta go talk to him," Kobra asked.

"Front room. Think he's fiddling with an old Vend-A-Hack."

He looked to Bunny.

"I could go look for some antibiotics if you want."

"I'm fine."

Kobra sighed irritably and walked out of the room.

Jet looked at her.

"Do you have a problem with him or something?"

"No."

"Really?"

Bunny picked at her nails, then looked into Jet's brown eyes.

"Really truly," she said, with a bitter smile.

He shook his head and slipped past Grace on his way out.

"You don't like Kobra?" The girl raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. "How come?"

In truth, Bunny didn't know. She didn't even know him that well. But she recognized something in him, and it was getting under her skin.

Bunny couldn't help but crack a smile as Grace rolled her eyes and turned around, motioning her to follow. She led Bunny to a small room at the end of a hallway. It looked like it had some sort of small office or something. A grimy window on the far wall leaked sunlight in, and a mattress sat on the floor near the door. Grace stepped inside and scrambled to pick up her robot and set him on a low metal shelf. There was a rough scraping as Grace pushed a messily painted boom box across the floor with the tip of her boot. She held out her arms proudly, displaying her room to Bunny.

"Great," Bunny assured Grace, ruffling her hair with her hand. She frowned and pulled away. Bunny just laughed and sat down in a folding chair in the corner of the room. The mattress groaned in protest and Grace let herself fall down hard onto it on her back, giggling. She flipped over onto her stomach and looked at Bunny.

"I don't get to meet girls a lot, you know. Not even grown up girls like you."

"Maybe I'll stick with you. I haven't really been hanging out with guys my age," Bunny said, playing with a strand of her hair.

Not in a while, at least.

She shut her eyes for a moment to clear her thoughts. She seemed to be getting better at pushing things she didn't want to think about out of her mind.

Grace frowned again.

"I think you should be friends with them, Bunny," she said.

"It's complicated."

"That's stupid."

"It is," Bunny agreed.

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"Party says to wake you up."

Bunny was lying on Grace's mattress, her good arm over her face, blocking the now-faded sun. She could hear Grace, and something was nudging her repeatedly on the leg.

"Not sleeping."

"You missed dinner," said another voice impatiently. Oh, crap. It was Kobra's.

"Not hungry," she said, propping herself up and looking at him emotionlessly. He turned to leave. She couldn't read his expression.

Grace nudged her again.

Bunny finally picked herself up.

"What time is it?"

"Like, eight-thirty."

The smell of dog food still tainted the air slightly. They were all used to it by now, but that didn't make it any better.

The four were all seated in the front room. Party was in a booth with Ghoul, his feet propped up on the table between them. They both had cigarettes in their mouths, and it looked like they were trying to see who could blow a bigger smoke ring. Jet was crouched on the floor with Grace's radio, toying with the dials. He frowned as static remained the only sound coming from it. Kobra sat on a chair, his face empty of emotion, trying to rub the dust off his motorcycle helmet with a threadbare rag. All but Kobra looked up when Bunny sat down on a barstool.

"Nice of you to join us," Fun Ghoul said to her, blowing a smoke ring at Party's face. He swatted it away.

"Here," Jet mumbled as he got up, having finally found the pirate radio station.

Medication,
And the way your eyes look into me,
Lubrication,
Can you turn off all the lights so I can't see?

They all just listened, content in the company and letting the blaring guitars and rough voice drown out any thoughts.

After the song faded out, Dr. Death-Defying's familiar voice crackled from the radio.

Watch your backs, killjoys, something fishy's going down. Got a report that Rolling Bones is missing, Zone 2. You find the body, make it known. Keep it loud and proud out there, and remember-

Suddenly, the broadcast was drowned out by loud static.

"It's getting worse. Only half of it comes through these days," Jet Star said, shaking his head.

Bunny was silent.

Rolling Bones was missing.

She had known her for a while years back. A grin always on her face and uncannily good aim.

This was too painful to think about.

Bunny strode across the room and went outside, slamming the door behind her.

She sat down in the dust in front of the diner, her back to the door. It was almost dark out, the sky all purples and pinks.

The door slammed again. Bunny narrowed her eyes. Had they sent a rescue team out after her?

"Talk to me, Bunny," Kobra's voice called out from behind her.

She got up and walked over to him, her eyes cold.

"I'm fine."

"You're not acting fine."

She turned to go back inside, but Kobra grabbed her wrist.

"I don't know what your deal is with me," Kobra said, keeping his voice level.

Bunny was silent for a moment.

"I don't want to be here. I don't need you fussing over me. I'm fine by my self. I'm not helpless and I'm not scared," she said fiercely.

Kobra didn't let go of her wrist. He looked into her eyes, his expression mirroring hers.

"You look like you need liquor."

Bunny glared at him.

Kobra let go of her and went inside. He returned a minute later with a bottle, and put it in Bunny's hands. She squinted at the handmade label.

"'For weddings and funerals'?"

Kobra smiled faintly.

"Just drink some."

Bunny took a sip. It burned her throat, and she couldn't even tell what it tasted like. The pit of her stomach felt warm. She handed it to Kobra, who tipped his head back and took a swig.

"It helps a bit."

Bunny just nodded and took the bottle back.

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Nearly half an hour had past, and the bottle was almost empty

Bunny looked at Kobra through the haze of her drunkenness. He grinned back at her.

"You're pretty," he whispered.

"You will be too, once I drink a little bit more," Bunny said, hiccupping.

He laughed. Bunny liked the sound of it. She took another swig, draining the bottle. She frowned.

"It's empty."

"Oh."

She looked into his eyes for a moment, setting the bottle down beside them. She couldn't get her thoughts straight. They just kept swirling around. Why didn't she like him again? She couldn't remember.

Bunny didn't know how it happened, didn't know who leaned in first, but suddenly, she found her lips on his, tasting the alcohol on his breath, running her hands through his hair. She pulled him closer.

"Let's go inside," he mumbled.

She laughed and stood up, pulling him up with her. He put his hands around her waist.

Kissing felt nice.

She wanted to go inside, though.